<?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-2603934846782965185</id><updated>2011-08-24T09:26:04.228-07:00</updated><category term='so many books so little time'/><category term='under the weather'/><category term='wordless wednesday'/><category term='school in a full house'/><category term='the three bigs'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='think about these things'/><category term='winter'/><category term='my sweet boy'/><category term='child of Jesus People hippies'/><category term='how we do it'/><category term='we watch'/><category term='in my garden'/><category term='just the eight of us'/><category term='maranatha'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='good eating'/><category term='colors make me happy'/><category term='hk topics'/><category term='making plans'/><category term='ordinary pleasures'/><category term='spring'/><category term='weight watchers'/><category term='project 365'/><category term='aquiring'/><category term='we&apos;re in this together'/><category term='the girl'/><category term='politics and other necessary evils'/><category term='overheard'/><category term='the little guy'/><category term='my guy'/><category term='52Q'/><category term='being me'/><category term='the wild child'/><category term='I made that'/><category term='there&apos;s two of them'/><title type='text'>Yes Our Hands Are Full</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-2329711204635653123</id><published>2010-11-26T11:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T12:08:15.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama’s Holiday Wish List Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/tmwishlist"&gt;TodaysMama&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/gamestop10"&gt;GameStop&lt;/a&gt; are giving away a sleighful of gifts this holiday season and to enter I’m sharing this meme with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your holiday wish for your family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I hope for peaceful family times, with a minimum of commercialism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your Christmas morning tradition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon rolls and eggs, made by Daddy. Stockings for everyone, and presents after breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you could ask Santa for one, completely decadent wish for yourself, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you make the holidays special without spending any money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advent candles and read-alouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What games did you play with your family growing up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castle Risk and Stratego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What holiday tradition have you carried on from your own childhood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A focus on Christ, and the real meaning of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Where would you go for a Christmas-away-from-home trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have two homes, Utah, where we've lived for over 6 years, now, and the Portland, Oregon area, where both my guy and I grew up and most of our extended family still live. It would be wonderful to spend Christmas in Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Check out &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/gamestop10"&gt;GameStop&lt;/a&gt; and tell us, what are the three top items on your GameStop Wish List this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, &lt;a href="http://www.gamestop.com/Catalog/ProductDetails.aspx?product_id=77189"&gt;Civilization V&lt;/a&gt;. LOVE the earlier versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my guy, a pre-order of &lt;a href="http://www.gamestop.com/Catalog/ProductDetails.aspx?product_id=77277"&gt;Portal 2&lt;/a&gt;. He is absolutely obsessive about the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the kids,&lt;a href="http://www.gamestop.com/Catalog/ProductDetails.aspx?product_id=75072"&gt; Lego Harry Potter&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-2329711204635653123?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/2329711204635653123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=2329711204635653123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2329711204635653123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2329711204635653123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2010/11/mamas-holiday-wish-list-meme.html' title='Mama’s Holiday Wish List Meme'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-2887710351304646829</id><published>2009-08-19T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:54:35.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the little guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary pleasures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I made that'/><title type='text'>Learning more about Photoshop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SoxmTAQddwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pem1j6rF3h4/s1600-h/Summertime+Fun+Henry_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SoxmTAQddwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pem1j6rF3h4/s320/Summertime+Fun+Henry_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371780932218746626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-2887710351304646829?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/2887710351304646829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=2887710351304646829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2887710351304646829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2887710351304646829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/08/learning-more-about-photoshop.html' title='Learning more about Photoshop!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SoxmTAQddwI/AAAAAAAAAL0/pem1j6rF3h4/s72-c/Summertime+Fun+Henry_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-4465869673544709215</id><published>2009-08-13T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:23:55.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sweet boy'/><title type='text'>I learned something new today!</title><content type='html'>My husband gave me Photoshop Elements 4.0 for Christmas, but I've been too intimidated by it to really try anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, that all changed! Thanks to &lt;a href="http://cathyzielske.typepad.com/my_weblog/"&gt;Cathy&lt;/a&gt; and her &lt;a href="http://cathyzielske.typepad.com/my_weblog/2009/07/video-tutorial-create-your-own-photoshop-frame-and-text-overlays.html"&gt;tutorial&lt;/a&gt;, I dipped my toe into digital scrapbooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SoSDuWG1K1I/AAAAAAAAALs/CKhjZH1Yna0/s1600-h/theveryfirstdayofschool_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SoSDuWG1K1I/AAAAAAAAALs/CKhjZH1Yna0/s320/theveryfirstdayofschool_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369561487963925330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-4465869673544709215?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/4465869673544709215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=4465869673544709215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4465869673544709215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4465869673544709215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-learned-something-new-today.html' title='I learned something new today!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SoSDuWG1K1I/AAAAAAAAALs/CKhjZH1Yna0/s72-c/theveryfirstdayofschool_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-9002155907876839116</id><published>2009-08-13T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:02:53.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sweet boy'/><title type='text'>Kindergarten begins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SoRG1YttLQI/AAAAAAAAALk/JY0DsMelxrU/s1600-h/100_7103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SoRG1YttLQI/AAAAAAAAALk/JY0DsMelxrU/s320/100_7103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369494538713640194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a bit negligent, and haven't yet posted about 5yods starting kindergarten. Last Monday was his first day, and he was SO excited. So far he's loving school, and is very enthusiastic about his teacher and his classmates. Very fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-9002155907876839116?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/9002155907876839116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=9002155907876839116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/9002155907876839116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/9002155907876839116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/08/kindergarten-begins.html' title='Kindergarten begins!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SoRG1YttLQI/AAAAAAAAALk/JY0DsMelxrU/s72-c/100_7103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-449468477574665106</id><published>2009-07-28T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:57:55.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the three bigs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school in a full house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sweet boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how we do it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s two of them'/><title type='text'>What a difference a year makes</title><content type='html'>When we made the shift from homeschooling to enrolling our three bigs in the local public school last year, I felt like a &lt;a href="http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/06/failure.html"&gt;failure&lt;/a&gt;. In the weeks between &lt;a href="http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/06/kids-are-registered-for-public-school.html"&gt;registering&lt;/a&gt; our children and them starting class, I &lt;a href="http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/07/less-than-two-weeks-to-go.html"&gt;worried&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/07/countdown.html"&gt;fretted&lt;/a&gt; over what this meant for their futures, and how they would be treated by the school system and their peers, as well as more mundane concerns like getting up and out the door every day and school clothes and supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged much over this last school year, and what I did write didn't address the kids' schooling. This year has been a roller coaster in many ways, but the kids' school has been a blessedly stable, positive experience. The twins' teacher was wonderful, and my dd's teacher was reasonably good. They are all now reading, which is a huge, huge improvement. My dd is now getting the additional help and support she needs to overcome her newly-diagnosed learning disability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is wonderful to now have other caring adults invested in my children's education. Homeschooling is an excellent option for many families, and the season we spent schooling together was good in many ways. But with my dh traveling extensively, dd having an undiagnosed learning disability, and three littles home, too, I just couldn't continue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School began yesterday. My 9yodd is in 4th grade, and the twins are in the same 3rd grade classroom. 5yods begins kindergarten next Monday, and went in for an evaluation this afternoon. So far we like all the kids' teachers, and have high hopes of having another very successful school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I hear my dd read a book to me, or listen to the twins quiz each other on their spelling words, or see my 5yods write his name, I see them succeeding--and I am grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-449468477574665106?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/449468477574665106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=449468477574665106' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/449468477574665106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/449468477574665106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-difference-year-makes.html' title='What a difference a year makes'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-7345246857677861724</id><published>2009-07-23T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:51:08.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how we do it'/><title type='text'>I'm feeling inspired</title><content type='html'>My friend Chautona has a lovely new &lt;a href="http://paradoxology.wordpress.com/2009/07/23/lovin-my-nook-and-cranny/"&gt;crafting nook&lt;/a&gt; I'm drooling over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to confront the storage nightmare hidden in the under-stairs closet, where I keep all my crafting supplies. A significant part of the issue is that other items are stored there, too, like all the vhs tapes we no longer watch, the homeschooling items we no longer use, and waaaayyyyyy too many scrapbooking supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, in order to keep peace and harmony in our home, I can't really work on this until dh goes out of town for at least an overnight. When I sort through this disaster, I'll need to spread out...and his blood pressure doesn't do well with that kind of mess. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to have a permanent place to craft, but at this point our home doesn't have a good place for me to claim. Having the under-stairs closet space as storage is great, though, and I want to work on setting it up to be easily accessible. I'll likely need to do some ruthless sorting and tossing--not easy, given my pack rat tendencies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my biggest current issues is my need for some more albums in which to put completed pages. I've got probably 2 to 3 albums worth of pages that need to be journaled and put into albums. Definitely something to plan on doing in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have too much paper--and the shelving that I could use to store it so I can actually see what I have isn't in place. To put that in, though, I'll have to remove the bookcase that's currently in the closet, storing all my scrapbooking idea books, magazines, and leftover homeschooling materials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....lots to plan, lots to think about. I'll post before and after pictures when I get to the point of actually getting going on the project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-7345246857677861724?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/7345246857677861724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=7345246857677861724' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7345246857677861724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7345246857677861724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-feeling-inspired.html' title='I&apos;m feeling inspired'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-7439842492950007323</id><published>2009-07-14T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:47:13.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the three bigs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s two of them'/><title type='text'>Because a wedding can turn into a circus...</title><content type='html'>My sister got engaged this past weekend, and our family is full of much rejoicing and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 9yo daughter is in Oregon, spending two weeks with our family there, so her auntie got to ask her in person to be her flower girl. She was breathless with excitement on the phone when she told me later, "And O and C get to be the ringmasters!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-7439842492950007323?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/7439842492950007323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=7439842492950007323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7439842492950007323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7439842492950007323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-wedding-can-turn-into-circus.html' title='Because a wedding can turn into a circus...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-4534030035873022853</id><published>2009-07-09T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:47:00.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics and other necessary evils'/><title type='text'>Enough already</title><content type='html'>I thought briefly about posting regarding Michael Jackson's death. Then I read &lt;a href="http://damomma.com/2009/07/09/speaking-out"&gt;my thoughts exactly&lt;/a&gt;, and decided to just post the link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-4534030035873022853?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/4534030035873022853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=4534030035873022853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4534030035873022853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4534030035873022853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/07/enough-already.html' title='Enough already'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-6418550369014233296</id><published>2009-05-25T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T12:55:38.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maranatha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about these things'/><title type='text'>Go Read This</title><content type='html'>Go read &lt;a href="http://inlightofeternity.wordpress.com/2009/05/25/the-ploughshare-must-be-sent-deeper/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Then join me in Julie's prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May His Word so deeply probe, penetrate, excavate our hearts that stubborn roots of unbelief may be ripped out and replaced by a humble, ‘more excellent’ treasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-6418550369014233296?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/6418550369014233296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=6418550369014233296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6418550369014233296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6418550369014233296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/05/go-read-this.html' title='Go Read This'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-3910194829687553071</id><published>2009-04-21T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:56:30.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we watch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about these things'/><title type='text'>The Susan Boyle phenomenon</title><content type='html'>Loved &lt;a href="http://toddleddredge.com/the-usual-blather/western-beauty-standards"&gt;this take&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=luRmM1J1sfg"&gt;the video clip seen 'round the world.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The problem is not that we consider youth beautiful. The problem is that we equate beauty with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;worth&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-3910194829687553071?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/3910194829687553071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=3910194829687553071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3910194829687553071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3910194829687553071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/04/susan-boyle-phenomenon.html' title='The Susan Boyle phenomenon'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-3664954544670428058</id><published>2009-04-20T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:49:34.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the little guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we&apos;re in this together'/><title type='text'>Milestones</title><content type='html'>Last Friday marked dh and my 10th anniversary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent it in the hospital with our 17 month old son, who needed surgery to repair a hernia, among a few other things. Thanks be to God for safely bringing him through the procedure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks be to God for safely bringing my dh and me through ten years of marriage. His faithfulness, goodness, and mercy endures forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-3664954544670428058?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/3664954544670428058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=3664954544670428058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3664954544670428058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3664954544670428058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/04/milestones.html' title='Milestones'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-6320317040943624594</id><published>2009-04-06T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:26:19.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maranatha'/><title type='text'>This broke my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4029628&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4029628&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4029628"&gt;GodNeverSinned.com&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/aaronshaf"&gt;Aaron Shafovaloff&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-6320317040943624594?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/6320317040943624594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=6320317040943624594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6320317040943624594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6320317040943624594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-broke-my-heart.html' title='This broke my heart'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-8405337040817264216</id><published>2009-04-03T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:40:26.420-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maranatha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about these things'/><title type='text'>Why Easter isn't Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2186633/"&gt;A fascinating article&lt;/a&gt; from Slate, on why Easter, despite the marshmallow Peeps and chocolate bunnies, stubbornly resists commercialization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How pleasant it is in mid-December to open a Christmas card with a pretty picture of Mary and Joseph gazing beatifically at their son, with the shepherds and the angels beaming in delight. The Christmas story, with its friendly resonances of marriage, family, babies, animals, angels, and—thanks to the wise men—gifts, is eminently marketable to popular culture. It's a Thomas Kinkade painting come to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, a card bearing the image of a near-naked man being stripped, beaten, tortured, and nailed through his hands and feet onto a wooden crucifix is a markedly less pleasant piece of mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.challies.com/"&gt;Tim Challies&lt;/a&gt; for the link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-8405337040817264216?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/8405337040817264216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=8405337040817264216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/8405337040817264216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/8405337040817264216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-easter-isnt-christmas.html' title='Why Easter isn&apos;t Christmas'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-2309117886608226301</id><published>2009-03-29T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:58:10.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maranatha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about these things'/><title type='text'>Stricken, Smitten, and Afflicted</title><content type='html'>Stricken, smitten, and afflicted,&lt;br /&gt;See Him dying on the tree!&lt;br /&gt;’Tis the Christ by man rejected;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my soul, ’tis He, ’tis He!&lt;br /&gt;’Tis the long expected prophet,&lt;br /&gt;David’s Son, yet David’s Lord;&lt;br /&gt;Proofs I see sufficient of it:&lt;br /&gt;’Tis a true and faithful Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, ye who hear Him groaning,&lt;br /&gt;Was there ever grief like His?&lt;br /&gt;Friends through fear His cause disowning,&lt;br /&gt;Foes insulting his distress:&lt;br /&gt;Many hands were raised to wound Him,&lt;br /&gt;None would interpose to save;&lt;br /&gt;But the deepest stroke that pierced Him&lt;br /&gt;Was the stroke that Justice gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye who think of sin but lightly,&lt;br /&gt;Nor suppose the evil great,&lt;br /&gt;Here may view its nature rightly,&lt;br /&gt;Here its guilt may estimate.&lt;br /&gt;Mark the Sacrifice appointed!&lt;br /&gt;See Who bears the awful load!&lt;br /&gt;’Tis the Word, the Lord’s Anointed,&lt;br /&gt;Son of Man, and Son of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have a firm foundation,&lt;br /&gt;Here the refuge of the lost.&lt;br /&gt;Christ the Rock of our salvation,&lt;br /&gt;Christ the Name of which we boast.&lt;br /&gt;Lamb of God for sinners wounded!&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice to cancel guilt!&lt;br /&gt;None shall ever be confounded&lt;br /&gt;Who on Him their hope have built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nethymnal.org/htm/s/t/stricken.htm"&gt;To listen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-2309117886608226301?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/2309117886608226301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=2309117886608226301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2309117886608226301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2309117886608226301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/03/stricken-smitten-and-afflicted.html' title='Stricken, Smitten, and Afflicted'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-1879348584323277747</id><published>2009-03-25T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:59:34.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about these things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being me'/><title type='text'>What's my motivation?</title><content type='html'>When I was in high school I hung out with the drama geeks and acted in a couple plays. I had fun, and found a group I felt comfortable enough with to make it through the only-slightly-less-cannibalistic-than-junior-high years of high school. I never took it too seriously, though. I played at acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the the kids I interacted with were very different from me. They went to workshops and studied technique, and when I hung out with them and pretended I was there for reasons beyond having a safe place to eat lunch, I was always impressed by their dedication to their craft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's my motivation?" was a recurring question for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is my character behaving as the playwrite directs? When he says this, is he speaking sarcastically or sincerely? Is the character being disingenuous when he takes this action, or does he mean what he says?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stated another way, meaning is not found in action; meaning is found in intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pastor has been preaching through Matthew 5-7, The Sermon on the Mount, for the past several months. I'm not exaggerating when I say that it's been a life-changing series for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifelineaudio.blip.tv/file/1881483/"&gt;He posed a question&lt;/a&gt; to us a couple weeks ago that I can't stop thinking about: Imagine heaven with all of its beauty and blessings, with all its joys and relationships restored, with sin removed and purity and utter bliss. If I could have all of that, and Jesus wasn't there, would I still want to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Jesus a window to a host of blessings for me, or is He it? Is Jesus what I'm after? Why am I in this thing--Christianity--to begin with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Jesus the means or the end of my faith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I really believe something, I will act as if it is true. So if I really want Jesus, if I am His follower and disciple, I will live a life of obedience to His words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would that look like in my life? How would Jesus live my life if He were I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will spend the rest of my life learning what that means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-1879348584323277747?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/1879348584323277747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=1879348584323277747' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/1879348584323277747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/1879348584323277747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-my-motivation.html' title='What&apos;s my motivation?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-7861563165470794715</id><published>2009-03-23T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:34:31.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about these things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being me'/><title type='text'>Never Alone</title><content type='html'>Dh's work has required a lot of separation over the last several weeks. He's gone Monday-Friday every week, and will likely be keeping this schedule for at least another month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fortunate to have a close friend whose work schedule allows her to stay with the kids mid-week, so I can get a sanity break. And I've been very purposeful in staying connected to my women's Bible study and Wednesday small group, so I am staying in community with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights are still somewhat lonely, but I have to admit that I like having some time on my own. I think better when it's quiet, and have been happy to be able to spend some good chunks of time in study and prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good. I am never alone, without Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-7861563165470794715?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/7861563165470794715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=7861563165470794715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7861563165470794715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7861563165470794715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/03/never-alone.html' title='Never Alone'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-8954260566490820794</id><published>2009-03-13T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:42:12.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about these things'/><title type='text'>Readings for Lent</title><content type='html'>I've been following &lt;a href="http://rememberthouartdust.blogspot.com/"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt; to help me as I try to focus upon the Cross in this season of Lent. It's simply a short daily scripture reading, from the ESV. Highly recommended as a means to approach Easter with a more contemplative approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in addition to the (theoretically)&lt;a href="http://www.navpress.com/uploadedFiles/15074%20BRP.dj.pdf"&gt; daily reading&lt;/a&gt; I'm doing through the Bible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-8954260566490820794?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/8954260566490820794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=8954260566490820794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/8954260566490820794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/8954260566490820794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/03/readings-for-lent.html' title='Readings for Lent'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-6240927081595012875</id><published>2009-03-09T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:52:38.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how we do it'/><title type='text'>This has been the weekend of the dead vehicle</title><content type='html'>So, last Wednesday my Chrysler van died after small group. We had a caravan of three vehicles shuttling home me, my friend who was staying over at my place, and my six kids. Dh thought he could probably fix it pretty easily, so we just left it parked at my pastor's house until dh got back into town on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a back-up Toyota van but the battery was dead, and it needs to have brake work done before it can be safely driven. Plus the tags expired at the end of February and it's only insured for storage, not for driving, so completely undriveable until those issues were dealt with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While dh was driving back from Nevada Friday afternoon, his Ford work truck started blowing blue smoke. He turned around and went back to a town to have it looked at, but they couldn't figure it out. He finally decided to just go ahead and drive back to Salt Lake and made it okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning and early afternoon were eaten up by getting the Chrysler van towed back to our house and dh doing a bunch of troubleshooting. He decided we should have the dealer work on it at 3:30 in the afternoon, so I called and had it towed to the Chrysler dealer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we didn't go to church, since we couldn't all fit in dh's truck and he wasn't feeling well. I can't drive the truck, because I'm not an employee. Dh took the truck by Jiffy Lube in the afternoon, on his way back from picking up groceries for me and the kids. Jiffy Lube discovers there's a front differential leak (whatever that means), which they can't deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dh parks his truck at home and takes a cab to the airport, where he's rented a (very nice) SUV so he can drive back to Nevada. He takes off at about 5:00 in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I called the Ford dealer and had dh's truck towed there, as well as passing on dh's list of the issues and his contact info. Thankfully, dh's company will be paying for all repairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got a call from the Chrysler dealer with a complete diagnostic and repair estimate. *faint* I note down everything and call dh at the mine site to get direction. Call back the Chrysler dealer--a couple times--to confirm exactly what and how dh wants things done. (Sometimes it's a blessing having a mechanic dh, sometimes....not so much...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, the tow truck is here for dh's truck. I go outside, chat with the driver while the little guys watch out the front window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I call the Toyota dealer, arrange for the Toyota van to get towed, and confirmed the issues needing to be dealt with on email with dh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on the tow truck for the Toyota right now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-6240927081595012875?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/6240927081595012875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=6240927081595012875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6240927081595012875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6240927081595012875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-has-been-weekend-of-dead-vehicle.html' title='This has been the weekend of the dead vehicle'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-672027917653892754</id><published>2009-03-08T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T08:55:04.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maranatha'/><title type='text'>It Is Well with My Soul</title><content type='html'>When peace, like a river, attendeth my way&lt;br /&gt;When sorrows like sea billows roll&lt;br /&gt;Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say&lt;br /&gt;It is well, it is well, with my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is well, with my soul&lt;br /&gt;It is well, with my soul&lt;br /&gt;It is well, it is well, with my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come&lt;br /&gt;Let this blest assurance control&lt;br /&gt;That Christ has regarded my helpless estate&lt;br /&gt;And hath shed His own blood for my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought&lt;br /&gt;My sin, not in part but the whole&lt;br /&gt;Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight&lt;br /&gt;The clouds be rolled back as a scroll&lt;br /&gt;The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend&lt;br /&gt;Even so, it is well with my soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-672027917653892754?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/672027917653892754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=672027917653892754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/672027917653892754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/672027917653892754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-is-well-with-my-soul.html' title='It Is Well with My Soul'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-2355068844456479369</id><published>2009-03-06T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:36:18.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maranatha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about these things'/><title type='text'>Where has this been all my life?</title><content type='html'>My pastor is preaching a series through the Sermon on the Mount, and to me it feels like the first time I've heard these things. How is it possible to live as a believer for over thirty years, and to have arguably the most familiar chapters of the Bible hitting me with such force and vigor? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do such basic concepts as trust and prayer seem wholly new? Why don't I yet understand that grace is God's power at work in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, help me to be the kind of person who:&lt;br /&gt;*chooses prayer over manipulation&lt;br /&gt;*believes others possess the same dignity as I&lt;br /&gt;*fully realizes that God will get the job done better than I&lt;br /&gt;*understands that I can't act in a way that doesn't fit the Kingdom to gain a result that does&lt;br /&gt;*replaces my goals for God's goals&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-2355068844456479369?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/2355068844456479369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=2355068844456479369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2355068844456479369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2355068844456479369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-has-this-been-all-my-life.html' title='Where has this been all my life?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-4266738682324568784</id><published>2009-02-10T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:03:34.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being me'/><title type='text'>A Bit of Fun</title><content type='html'>I found this on &lt;a href="http://paradoxology.wordpress.com/2009/01/15/a-bit-of-fun/"&gt;Chautona's&lt;/a&gt; blog and thought I’d do it too.  It seemed fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just boldface the items that you HAVE done, and leave the rest normal….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;br /&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;7. Been to Disneyland/world&lt;br /&gt;8. Climbed a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;br /&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitchhiked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you weren’t ill.&lt;br /&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a marathon.&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;41. Sung Karaoke&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal in a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;63. Gotten flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets, or plasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter  (Kevin and Jenna have!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the changing of the guards in London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;77. Broken a bone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;84. Had your picture in the paper.&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;br /&gt;94. Had a baby &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a lawsuit&lt;br /&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;br /&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-4266738682324568784?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/4266738682324568784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=4266738682324568784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4266738682324568784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4266738682324568784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/02/bit-of-fun.html' title='A Bit of Fun'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-7315280873942880541</id><published>2009-02-02T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:42:38.190-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we watch'/><title type='text'>And there was much rejoicing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/hr/content_display/film/news/e3if62038d8254ace2705b717a074f173b5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dawn Treader&lt;/em&gt; is picked up by Fox Studios&lt;/a&gt;, with an expected release date for the holiday season 2010. Hopefully the screenwriter will cut out the nonsense and refrain from adding kisses and other unnecessary baggage to the story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-7315280873942880541?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/7315280873942880541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=7315280873942880541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7315280873942880541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7315280873942880541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-there-was-much-rejoicing.html' title='And there was much rejoicing'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-2845727854292426620</id><published>2009-01-20T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:12:54.111-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics and other necessary evils'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sweet boy'/><title type='text'>Five years of sweetness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SXYvOcr0JQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_PUySk0FG2k/s1600-h/000_0024edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SXYvOcr0JQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_PUySk0FG2k/s320/000_0024edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293470337285235970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching Bush's 2004 State of the Union before hitting transition while laboring for my sweet boy's birth. On his fifth birthday he hasn't shown any interest in the events going on in our nation's capital. Here's hoping his ninth birthday will mark another peaceful transfer of power!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-2845727854292426620?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/2845727854292426620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=2845727854292426620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2845727854292426620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2845727854292426620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/01/five-years-of-sweetness.html' title='Five years of sweetness!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SXYvOcr0JQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_PUySk0FG2k/s72-c/000_0024edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-1078716264815196900</id><published>2009-01-20T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:04:46.570-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics and other necessary evils'/><title type='text'>Inauguration</title><content type='html'>20/365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SXYtQhfA-VI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9aX2Vii-9vE/s1600-h/100_6293edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SXYtQhfA-VI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9aX2Vii-9vE/s320/100_6293edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293468173910210898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be inserting the actual cup sleeve into my album. The quote is from Lincoln's Inaugural Address, March 4, 1865:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right s God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation's wounds, to care for him who shall have borne the battle and for his widow and his orphan, to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless President Barack Obama as he begins his work, and may God bless our nation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-1078716264815196900?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/1078716264815196900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=1078716264815196900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/1078716264815196900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/1078716264815196900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/01/inauguration.html' title='Inauguration'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SXYtQhfA-VI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9aX2Vii-9vE/s72-c/100_6293edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-694753446387022532</id><published>2009-01-19T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:59:00.207-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wild child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how we do it'/><title type='text'>Dentist office victory</title><content type='html'>19/365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SXYquC56zGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/YM8JWNV8W_s/s1600-h/100_6288edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SXYquC56zGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/YM8JWNV8W_s/s320/100_6288edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293465382562745442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six kids.&lt;br /&gt;Five appointments.&lt;br /&gt;Four exams.&lt;br /&gt;Three year old's first visit, meltdown-free.&lt;br /&gt;Two hundred dollar credit.&lt;br /&gt;One happy mama.&lt;br /&gt;Zero cavities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer version: It went amazingly smoothly. We go to a large office, so they did three of the kids at a time. We were in and out in exactly an hour--including sitting down with the office manager to chat about insurance/payment/future plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L didn't cooperate with getting in the chair, so he didn't get his teeth cleaned. He did let the dentist look at his teeth, though, and they all looked good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four oldest all got their teeth cleaned and checked. Not a single cavity! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dd needs to have work done on her teeth. She's got one tooth toward the front coming in really badly, and the rest of the front of her mouth doesn't have enough room. I'll be talking it over with dh. Thankfully we have dental insurance that will cover some of the cost, so this will be doable. Oh, and the office inadvertently overcharged us last year, so we have over a $200 credit with their office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a very good dentist's visit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-694753446387022532?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/694753446387022532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=694753446387022532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/694753446387022532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/694753446387022532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/01/dentist-office-victory.html' title='Dentist office victory'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SXYquC56zGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/YM8JWNV8W_s/s72-c/100_6288edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-7203083256405112181</id><published>2009-01-18T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:28:10.948-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the little guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>18/365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SXYlsjlx2gI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MZoKJ7Gq5MU/s1600-h/SHOES.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SXYlsjlx2gI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MZoKJ7Gq5MU/s320/SHOES.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293459859418765826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today H wore shoes for the very first time. He is our fifth boy to wear these little hiking boots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not at all sentimental.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-7203083256405112181?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/7203083256405112181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=7203083256405112181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7203083256405112181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7203083256405112181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/01/18365-today-h-wore-shoes-for-very-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SXYlsjlx2gI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MZoKJ7Gq5MU/s72-c/SHOES.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-3071407168818727904</id><published>2009-01-17T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:39:17.898-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being me'/><title type='text'>Sanity break</title><content type='html'>17/365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to take the picture for today. I'll post it when I get it taken. I'm planning on a night-time picture of my favorite Chinese restaurant's neon sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I got out on a sanity break. When dh is out of town for a week at a time, it's vital for me to get out over the weekend and have a time where no one talks to me, other than offering to bring me more diet Coke. My favorite Chinese restaurant is my usual choice, where I can have a plate made to order at the Mongolian grill and sit for hours, reading a book and reveling in a few hours without responsibilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the mom of six young children is the joy of my life. I've chosen the life I lead, and I wouldn't trade it for all the money, fame, or success the world could offer. I treasure the time I spend bringing my little guys to the library, watching my twin guys design fantastic creations with nothing but plain paper and tape, and doing scrapbooking projects with my daughter. Planning cheap and healthy meals, doing the school run twice a day, and even the never-ending laundry is worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do still need time alone. My dh has learned that everything goes better when I get a chance to recharge, and now makes certain that if all possible it happens. A couple hours once a week is usually enough, and I'm refreshed and ready to dive back into this crazy, wonderful life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-3071407168818727904?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/3071407168818727904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=3071407168818727904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3071407168818727904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3071407168818727904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/01/sanity-break.html' title='Sanity break'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-4900784572407218682</id><published>2009-01-16T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:27:26.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how we do it'/><title type='text'>Refi goes through!</title><content type='html'>16/365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be posting today's picture publicly, because it's the actual documents from our mortgage refinance that closed today. Today's picture shows my dh's signature, by my signature, AAIF. AAIF stands for As Attorney In Fact. Because we knew dh would be spending all of this week in Nevada, and expected the refi to close by the end of the week, dh went by the title company last week and signed a limited Power of Attorney so I could sign on his behalf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I signed his name roughly 5,283 times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hand hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're happy. Because of this refi, we are now locked into a 30 year fixed mortgage at 1.25% lower than our previous (30 year fixed) mortgage. Thank you, God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-4900784572407218682?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/4900784572407218682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=4900784572407218682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4900784572407218682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4900784572407218682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/01/refi-goes-through.html' title='Refi goes through!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-4530397099690970155</id><published>2009-01-15T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T18:54:48.576-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being me'/><title type='text'>I'm so sad</title><content type='html'>15/365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SW_0CwRZdSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DE_xvqrwLFk/s1600-h/100_6283edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SW_0CwRZdSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DE_xvqrwLFk/s320/100_6283edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291716415338411298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just learned that my favorite magazine, &lt;a href="http://www.simplescrapbooks.typepad.com/"&gt;Simple Scrapbooks&lt;/a&gt;, will no longer be published after the May/June issue. The parent company, CK Media, is folding it back into Creating Keepsakes, another scrapbooking magazine. I'm just so sad. Simple Scrapbooks helped restore my joy in scrapbooking, and took away my guilt in not being "caught up."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-4530397099690970155?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/4530397099690970155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=4530397099690970155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4530397099690970155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4530397099690970155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-so-sad.html' title='I&apos;m so sad'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SW_0CwRZdSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DE_xvqrwLFk/s72-c/100_6283edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-4222161747024684505</id><published>2009-01-14T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T18:41:48.123-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colors make me happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>Peppers</title><content type='html'>14/365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SW_zEz6b1aI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fAHvfKqEKhE/s1600-h/100_6279edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SW_zEz6b1aI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fAHvfKqEKhE/s320/100_6279edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291715351163950498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can't believe the beauty of this creation. Look at these peppers! They're so bright and colorful and appealing. It almost makes me not want to cook them and mute their crisp colors and flavors with onions and garlic and sausage. Almost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-4222161747024684505?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/4222161747024684505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=4222161747024684505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4222161747024684505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4222161747024684505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/01/peppers.html' title='Peppers'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SW_zEz6b1aI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/fAHvfKqEKhE/s72-c/100_6279edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-3870382861692567544</id><published>2009-01-13T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:59:10.800-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we watch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary pleasures'/><title type='text'>Evening Ritual</title><content type='html'>13/365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SW4KyCeViBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jZxfY6eYeRE/s1600-h/100_6274edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SW4KyCeViBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jZxfY6eYeRE/s320/100_6274edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291178466980759570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bunnicula-Rabbit-Tale-Mystery-Deborah-Howe/dp/1416928170/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1231948653&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Bunnicula&lt;/a&gt; and getting everyone safely tucked away in their beds, it is simply lovely to sip tea and enjoy the peace and quiet. Or, you know, watch &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/"&gt;American Idol&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-3870382861692567544?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/3870382861692567544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=3870382861692567544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3870382861692567544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3870382861692567544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/01/evening-ritual.html' title='Evening Ritual'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SW4KyCeViBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jZxfY6eYeRE/s72-c/100_6274edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-9025928677853063328</id><published>2009-01-12T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:54:02.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so many books so little time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>Happiness on a Shelf</title><content type='html'>12/365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SW4KL9oXm9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/BAQ8iHwLn2g/s1600-h/100_6275edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SW4KL9oXm9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/BAQ8iHwLn2g/s320/100_6275edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291177812845632466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very little in this world makes me happier than a bookshelf full of possibilities after going to the library.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-9025928677853063328?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/9025928677853063328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=9025928677853063328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/9025928677853063328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/9025928677853063328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/01/happiness-on-shelf.html' title='Happiness on a Shelf'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SW4KL9oXm9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/BAQ8iHwLn2g/s72-c/100_6275edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-3663591970045737954</id><published>2009-01-11T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:44:15.791-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>Pizza Party</title><content type='html'>11/365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SW4HS0Zh3gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/txFZdOpT4j0/s1600-h/100_6271edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SW4HS0Zh3gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/txFZdOpT4j0/s320/100_6271edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291174632091672066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dh left this afternoon for a week of working in Nevada. The kids and I had a little pizza party for dinner and watched a fun kids' video from the library. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had dh home for over a month now, between the vacation days he took over Christmas and New Years and the three weeks he worked in his basement office. It feels a little odd to have him back on the road, since we've gotten used to having him around all the time.  But this is the job, and we'll get back into the swing of things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-3663591970045737954?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/3663591970045737954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=3663591970045737954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3663591970045737954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3663591970045737954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/01/pizza-party.html' title='Pizza Party'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SW4HS0Zh3gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/txFZdOpT4j0/s72-c/100_6271edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-7549530778444102460</id><published>2009-01-10T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:37:57.067-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aquiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>Fashion Bug Rocks!</title><content type='html'>10/365&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a picture for today. In my album, I'll be including the tags from the two pairs of jeans I bought at Fashion Bug tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the house late this afternoon, in search of some new jeans. With only the one pair from Old Navy, my wardrobe has been a bit on the thin side and I've had to resort to out-of-season capris and bedraggled sweats far too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first stop, Lane Bryant, was a complete waste of time. It's been quite a while since I've tried to shop there, and now I remember why. Their jeans were priced at $44.50! I just can't afford that--we're not made of money! I actually got really frustrated while looking around the store, at the exorbitant prices and the snotty sales staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Fashion Bug. What a great contrast! They had a sale going on their jeans, $21.50 each. I got two pairs for less than one pair would have cost me at that other place, and I love how they fit and how they look. I will definitely be shopping at Fashion Bug again! The sales staff were pleasant and helpful, and I left the store feeling appreciated as a customer and very pleased with my purchases.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-7549530778444102460?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/7549530778444102460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=7549530778444102460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7549530778444102460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7549530778444102460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/01/fashion-bug-rocks.html' title='Fashion Bug Rocks!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-3055831778911212832</id><published>2009-01-09T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:35:07.163-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colors make me happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='52Q'/><title type='text'>First images from 52Q</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SWfssf6iaxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/jz1JsQoEuUs/s1600-h/100_6259edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SWfssf6iaxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/jz1JsQoEuUs/s320/100_6259edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289456536595360530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SWfsmLoh8uI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wh2RYCt1mX8/s1600-h/100_6264edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SWfsmLoh8uI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wh2RYCt1mX8/s320/100_6264edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289456428071908066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SWfsgQWcQKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/EKuhiIjAjyc/s1600-h/100_6268edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SWfsgQWcQKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/EKuhiIjAjyc/s320/100_6268edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289456326258999458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SWfsY5BLoJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/qkl-ozjqzUw/s1600-h/100_6269edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SWfsY5BLoJI/AAAAAAAAAJA/qkl-ozjqzUw/s320/100_6269edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289456199736729746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed starting this project. It took me about an hour and a half to get the first two (four) pages done. I'm not used to working on such a small space, but I'm quickly learning that I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-3055831778911212832?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/3055831778911212832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=3055831778911212832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3055831778911212832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3055831778911212832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-images-from-52q.html' title='First images from 52Q'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SWfssf6iaxI/AAAAAAAAAJY/jz1JsQoEuUs/s72-c/100_6259edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-6291982882753242916</id><published>2009-01-09T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:03:47.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wild child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school in a full house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sweet boy'/><title type='text'>9/365</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SWetT3LQ_KI/AAAAAAAAAI4/TJeFAb892Kc/s1600-h/000_0046edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SWetT3LQ_KI/AAAAAAAAAI4/TJeFAb892Kc/s320/000_0046edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289386844110257314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L and S, "working" on homeschool preschool. Dinosaurs, colors, and sorting on the agenda for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-6291982882753242916?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/6291982882753242916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=6291982882753242916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6291982882753242916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6291982882753242916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/01/9365.html' title='9/365'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SWetT3LQ_KI/AAAAAAAAAI4/TJeFAb892Kc/s72-c/000_0046edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-6541322566323268440</id><published>2009-01-08T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:00:01.074-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='52Q'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making plans'/><title type='text'>8/365</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SWeso-7tDiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/DxbGcWmjcKY/s1600-h/000_0007edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SWeso-7tDiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/DxbGcWmjcKY/s320/000_0007edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289386107458096674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn't have enough projects going this year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.flickr.com/groups/989942@N21/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited about the 52Q project. A small canvas is much more approachable, less overwhelming to actually begin and continue. And journaling prompts? Seriously, it's like this project was designed for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to swing by an office supply store today to pick up shipping labels. Other than the labels and some binder rings to hold them together, I intent to create this project entirely from my stash--which shouldn't be difficult. I'll post the first as soon as it's completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the year I work on expressing myself, through journaling and creating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Edited to add picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-6541322566323268440?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/6541322566323268440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=6541322566323268440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6541322566323268440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6541322566323268440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/01/8365.html' title='8/365'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SWeso-7tDiI/AAAAAAAAAIw/DxbGcWmjcKY/s72-c/000_0007edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-1725046941491906530</id><published>2009-01-07T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:41:45.102-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight watchers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>7/365</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SWZI1_LbNyI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lVVguOMFV-M/s1600-h/100_6249edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SWZI1_LbNyI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lVVguOMFV-M/s320/100_6249edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288994904722847522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day I tracked my points. I like Weight Watchers' program, but it is hard for me to get going. I've started writing down my food in my journal, though, and that's the first step towards making a real change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-1725046941491906530?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/1725046941491906530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=1725046941491906530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/1725046941491906530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/1725046941491906530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/01/7365.html' title='7/365'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SWZI1_LbNyI/AAAAAAAAAIo/lVVguOMFV-M/s72-c/100_6249edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-4537505448636752300</id><published>2009-01-06T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:50:32.068-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>6/365</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SWTqW9hXiZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/0xgEsPTjNWY/s1600-h/100_6246edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SWTqW9hXiZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/0xgEsPTjNWY/s320/100_6246edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288609542632343954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view over my kitchen sink, which includes two new bamboo plants from Ikea. During the long months of winter, having some green living things in my home gives me hope for the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-4537505448636752300?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/4537505448636752300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=4537505448636752300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4537505448636752300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4537505448636752300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/01/6365.html' title='6/365'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SWTqW9hXiZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/0xgEsPTjNWY/s72-c/100_6246edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-4079047333033977826</id><published>2009-01-05T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:24:29.383-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aquiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how we do it'/><title type='text'>5/365</title><content type='html'>Today I finished the beginning-of-the-month marathon shopping, with stops at Ikea, Sam's Club, Alberson's, Macey's, and Reams'. Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some great bargains: &lt;br /&gt;*Macey's had boneless, skinless chicken breasts for $1.29/lb. I got a 40 lb box, and packaged and froze (shared) meal-sized portions. &lt;br /&gt;*Reams' had lean ground beef for $1.39/lb., as well as its usual assortment of beautiful produce.&lt;br /&gt;*In my continual attempt to bring order to the chaos, I purchased 4 DVD storage boxes and some hanging organizers for the coat closet at Ikea. I could happily spend WAY too much money there, and only rarely go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-4079047333033977826?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/4079047333033977826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=4079047333033977826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4079047333033977826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4079047333033977826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/01/5365.html' title='5/365'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-5790726559443503935</id><published>2009-01-04T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:51:49.111-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>4/365</title><content type='html'>Yesterday while setting up the church, my 8yodd helped watch the bass player's twin toddler sons, and today she was unexpectedly given a check for babysitting--the very first money she's ever earned! She's SO proud of herself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-5790726559443503935?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/5790726559443503935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=5790726559443503935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/5790726559443503935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/5790726559443503935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/01/4365.html' title='4/365'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-4026363793131161566</id><published>2009-01-03T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:33:24.298-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maranatha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the little guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>3/365</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SWEc2KX14NI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/e_AOTFCEMLM/s1600-h/100_6244edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SWEc2KX14NI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/e_AOTFCEMLM/s320/100_6244edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287539154332541138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dh finished installing our new dishwasher, and we are all very happy to have a dishwasher that's not falling to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little guy has a fever, so I won’t be able to go to church tomorrow morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dh insisted on me going to a Saturday night service so I wouldn’t be missing two weeks in a row (he’s on sound again), and found a service for me to attend at &lt;a href="http://www.experiencetherock.com/"&gt;The Rock Church. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an experience! I’m too old and married to fit in there, and even when I was young and single I would never have been  cool enough, but it was still good to worship with the Body. We took communion and sang praises to our God, and if my ears are still ringing a bit, it was worth it to see God working in a new way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;From the church bulletin: Too loud? Although we try to find the perfect balance in volume each week, there isn't one, and personal preferences in this area vary widely. If the music is too loud for you, please stop by the Storefront where we have ear plugs available free of charge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-4026363793131161566?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/4026363793131161566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=4026363793131161566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4026363793131161566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4026363793131161566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/01/3365.html' title='3/365'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SWEc2KX14NI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/e_AOTFCEMLM/s72-c/100_6244edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-888539102576771010</id><published>2009-01-02T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:23:05.556-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good eating'/><title type='text'>Chicken and Smoked Sausage Jambalaya and Yellow Rice</title><content type='html'>I've adapted this recipe from one Emeril Lagasse has posted on foodnetwork.com. The original is titled &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/emeril-lagasse/smoked-turkey-legs-and-sausage-jambalaya-recipe/index.html"&gt;Smoked Turkey Legs and Sausage Jambalaya&lt;/a&gt;. My version is lighter, milder, and has the rice served separately, to allow my low-carb dh to enjoy it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jambalaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1.5 lb boneless, skinless chicken breast, cut into 1 inch pieces&lt;br /&gt;1.5 lb smoked sausage, cut into half-inch slices (I use low-fat turkey sausage)&lt;br /&gt;3 cups chopped yellow onions&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped celery&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chopped green bell pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 bunch scallions, finely chopped, green and white parts separate&lt;br /&gt;(2 jalapeno peppers, seeded and finely chopped-I omit)&lt;br /&gt;8 cloves garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup tomato paste&lt;br /&gt;1-1/2 tsp dried thyme, crumbled&lt;br /&gt;1 bay leaf&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp crushed red pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp paprika&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp garlic powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp onion powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp dried oregano&lt;br /&gt;(1/2 tsp cayenne pepper--I omit)&lt;br /&gt;(1/2 tsp hot sauce--I omit)&lt;br /&gt;5 cups chicken stock/broth&lt;br /&gt;1 28 oz can diced tomatoes (I like Muir Glen the best)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup chopped fresh parsley leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a large stockpot or dutch oven with a thick bottom, cook chicken in oil, about 5 minutes. When cooked through, remove chicken with a slotted spoon and set aside. Add sausages and cook, stirring frequently, until browned, about 5-6 minutes. Add the onions, celery, bell pepper, scallion white parts, (jalepeno pepper, if using), and garlic and continue to cook, stirring occasionally, until vegetables are tender, 4 to 6 minutes. Add the cooked chicken, tomato paste, chicken stock, tomatoes, and all seasonings except the parsley and the green scallions and bring to a simmer. Cover, reduce heat to low, and cook for 2-3 hours, stirring occasionally. Alternatively, the entire mixture can be placed in a crock pot on low at this point. Before serving, remove bay leaf and stir in chopped parsley leaves, and let stand for 10-15 minutes, covered. Serve over yellow rice. Sprinkle with green scallions, if desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 tsp ground turmeric&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp ground cumin&lt;br /&gt;dash cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;4 cups water&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp butter&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1-1/2 long grain brown rice&lt;br /&gt;sliced green scallions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cook this in a rice cooker, simply adding everything to the cooker except the scallions. To cook on the stove, heat the spices over low heat in a medium saucepan until fragrant, stirring, about 30 seconds. Add the water, salt, and butter and bring to a boil. Add the rice and stir well. Cover and reduce heat to a bare simmer. Cook, covered, without stirring until the water is absorbed and the rice is tender, about 20 minutes. Remove from heat and let sit covered, without stirring, for 10 minutes. Fluff with a fork, add scallions, and serve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-888539102576771010?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/888539102576771010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=888539102576771010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/888539102576771010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/888539102576771010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/01/chicken-and-smoked-sausage-jambalaya.html' title='Chicken and Smoked Sausage Jambalaya and Yellow Rice'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-3912926802645480627</id><published>2009-01-02T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:17:02.676-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so many books so little time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aquiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>2/365</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SWEYj9TioUI/AAAAAAAAAII/-p8bLdK-mJ4/s1600-h/100_6242edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SWEYj9TioUI/AAAAAAAAAII/-p8bLdK-mJ4/s320/100_6242edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287534443540685122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued reading from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bunnicula-Rabbit-Tale-Mystery-Deborah-Howe/dp/1416928170/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1231100136&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Bunnicula&lt;/a&gt;, O's Christmas book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made this week’s shared meal today (Friday), because I had flu earlier this week. Jambalaya, so the house smells scrumptious. The yellow rice I made to accompany the jambalaya smells fragrant and delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had to run out to Walmart because we were completely out of diapers. Completely. Absolutely crazy to let it get that low, when we have TWO (H and L) both in the #4 size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a new (to us) dishwasher off of ksl.com, and dh is going to install it tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-3912926802645480627?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/3912926802645480627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=3912926802645480627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3912926802645480627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3912926802645480627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/01/2365.html' title='2/365'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SWEYj9TioUI/AAAAAAAAAII/-p8bLdK-mJ4/s72-c/100_6242edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-531743374567400866</id><published>2009-01-01T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:30:52.032-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so many books so little time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><title type='text'>1/365</title><content type='html'>Stayed up late listening to Robert Heinlein’s &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Moon is a Harsh Mistress&lt;/span&gt; on audiobook. Dh played slapjack with the three bigs, and I continued adding and tagging pictures into my new Photoshop catalog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-531743374567400866?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/531743374567400866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=531743374567400866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/531743374567400866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/531743374567400866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2009/01/1365.html' title='1/365'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-6869815838737234273</id><published>2008-12-30T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T12:02:49.602-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project 365'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary pleasures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making plans'/><title type='text'>Thinking about the year ahead</title><content type='html'>I've got a lot of crafting projects and goals, and am listing them here to keep them straight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm most excited about &lt;a href="//http://www.beckyhiggins.com/blog/2008/12/this-is-big.html"&gt;Project 365&lt;/a&gt;, my major scrapbooking project of the year. I haven't bought the kit, and as of now it's sold out, but I'm loving the concept of a daily record of the year. I've got a Word file started and am taking daily pictures. I'm also debating blogging Project 365, since my blog has been so sadly neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also excited to get started on my own &lt;a href="http://www.photofreedombook.com/index.html"&gt;Library of Memories&lt;/a&gt; system.  I already have and read through the book, and am looking forward to putting the thousands of photos I haven't scrapped yet into a usable system. As part of this ongoing project, I'll need to begin three (four?) School of Life albums, as well as the four basic albums Stacy recommends. I want to get my Christmas album current no later than Thanksgiving, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to decide if I'm going to re-do our wedding album, and, if so, get it done. My goal is to have it done and ready to show dh by our 10th anniversary this April. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm itching to learn how to use my new Photoshop software for digital scrapbooking. I don't anticipate becoming an exclusively digital scrapbooker, but I love so much about what I see others doing with Photoshop that I can't wait to get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do a good deal more knitting. I'm happy I started knitting again this year, and want to get better at it. My goals as of now:&lt;br /&gt;Finish the shawl I'm knitting myself&lt;br /&gt;Finish the scarf I'm re-knitting for 7yodsC&lt;br /&gt;Knit a hat for dh&lt;br /&gt;Knit a hat for myself&lt;br /&gt;Knit a hat for dd&lt;br /&gt;Think about projects for next Christmas, and start early enough to complete them. Socks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other crafting projects:&lt;br /&gt;Design and sew a cross stitch of Eccl. 4:9-12 for our wedding anniversary&lt;br /&gt;Make a library book bag based off R's quilt-pattern bag&lt;br /&gt;Finish the curtains for dd's room&lt;br /&gt;Sew curtains for both boys' rooms&lt;br /&gt;Think about making quilts. Maybe begin with a couple small projects--wall hangings and table runners?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side editorial note: I dated this before the first of the year so it would go before my Project 365 posts. This was written on January 4, 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-6869815838737234273?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/6869815838737234273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=6869815838737234273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6869815838737234273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6869815838737234273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/12/thinking-about-year-ahead.html' title='Thinking about the year ahead'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-8643019658105463497</id><published>2008-12-27T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:40:31.366-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary pleasures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being me'/><title type='text'>Year End Questions</title><content type='html'>I snagged this from &lt;a href="http://momtothescreamingmasses.typepad.com/mom_to_the_screaming_mass/2008/12/year-end-questions.html"&gt;Carmen at Mom to the Screaming Masses&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Was 2008 good for you?  Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was your favorite moment of the year?  Surprising my dad with an unexpected visit for his 60th birthday. Best of all was introducing him to his youngest grandson.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;3. What was your worst moment of the year? I can't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where were you when 2008 began?  Asleep in my bed. What can I say? I'm old. And boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who were you with? Dh. He was asleep, too. We're pretty comfortable being boring together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Where will you be when 2008 ends?  Probably the same as last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Did you keep your New Years' resolution of 2008?  No. Still have lots of weight to lose, and didn't manage to keep up with birthdays, etc., as I had planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you have a New Years resolution for 2009?  Yes, the same as last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you fall in love in 2008? Stayed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If yes, with who? My guy. And, a little bit, my kids' new school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you still in love?  Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Did you breakup with anyone in 2008?  No. Well, unless you count homeschooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Did you make any new friends in 2008?  Yes, especially some of the women at my church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who are your favorite new friends? The women I've gotten close with at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What was your favorite month of 2008?  April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Why this month? I got to go home to Oregon for a visit. I think this is when I started to turn the corner with the PPD, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Did you travel outside of the US (or your home country) in 2008?  No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How many different places did you travel to in 2008?  Oregon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Did you miss anybody in the past year?  Oh, yeah.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20. What was your favorite movie that you saw in 2008? I'm not sure. Probably Twilight. Or Wall-E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What was your favorite song from 2008? It's not from 2008, but my favorite song right now is We Live, by Superchick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How many concerts or plays did you see in 2008?  None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Did you have a favorite concert in 2008?  n/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was your favorite book in 2008?  Probably the Twilight series. I'm really enjoying rereading J.D. Robb's "In Death" series, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How many people did you sleep with in 2008?  Oh, good grief. One grown man, and a revolving number of short people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Did you do anything you are ashamed of this year?  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What was the biggest lie you told in 2008?  Probably denying my own anger and hurt in trying to smooth over some difficult situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Did you treat somebody badly in 2008? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Did somebody treat you badly in 2008? Um. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What was your proudest moment of 2008? When my 8yodd read an entire book to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What was your most embarrassing moment of 2008?  I've blocked it out. I'm sure there were several--I'm pretty socially awkward at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.  If you could go back to any moment of 2008 and change something, what would it be? Engaging in an couple unproductive and emotionally exhausting conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Where did you work in 2008? In my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.  Favorite TV shows(s) of 2008?  Law and Order (in all its incarnations) Battlestar Galactica, The Mentalist, and House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Band(s) of 2008? David Crowder Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food in 2008? Pad Thai, especially since I've learned to make it at home. I love my version almost as much as I love Green Papaya Pho's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Drink in 2008? Ice cold diet Coke, with a slice of lime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Place in 2008?   The Oregon Coast. Oh, of places I actually went? Then probably my church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite person(s) to be with in 2008? My dh, on a good day. Or our little guy. He's very snuggly and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite person(s) to talk to in 2008?  A toss-up between dh and a couple close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite trip in 2008?  Going to Oregon in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite stores in 2008?  I don't shop for fun stuff anymore. I've been grateful for Walmart's low prices this year, especially for groceries. My Utah friends will understand why I shop at Ream's for produce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardest thing you had to go through in 2008?  Postpartum depression after the birth of my sixth, combined with some very un-fun family situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most exciting moment(s) in 2008?  When my 8yodd finally turned the corner with reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest moment(s) in 2008?  Probably one of the many times my baby did his bungee-style and balancing tricks with dh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-8643019658105463497?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/8643019658105463497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=8643019658105463497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/8643019658105463497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/8643019658105463497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/12/year-end-questions.html' title='Year End Questions'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-6614666764240473236</id><published>2008-11-26T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:39:34.986-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aquiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being me'/><title type='text'>A Christmas Meme</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://weblog.xanga.com/GloryQuilts/683108365/pottermoms-christmas-survey.html?page=1&amp;jump=1463402802&amp;leftcmt=1#1463402802"&gt;GloryQuilts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wrapping paper or gift bags?  Wrapping paper with those curly ribbons. I use gift bags throughout the year for birthdays, showers, etc., but I really like wrapping the Christmas presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Real tree or Artificial?  We've always had a real tree. I love the smell and going to the tree farm to cut it down ourselves, but since moving to Utah going to the tree lot is much less fun. Add to that the yearly cost, and I jumped when an artificial one was offered on our local freecycle board. This will be our first year with an artificial tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When do you put up the tree?   It varies. Given my preference, we would put it up on the first Sunday of Advent, which is usually the Sunday after Thanksgiving. Dh usually wants to do it the first weekend of December, so that's when we do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When do you take the tree down?  On January 2nd or 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like eggnog?  Yes. But only once or twice. And the eggnog-flavored coffee creamer is repulsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child? I don't remember specific gifts. I got books every year for Christmas, and that was usually my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hardest person to buy for?   My father-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Easiest person to buy for? My kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you have a nativity scene?  We have a kid-friendly one with plastic figures for them to play with and set up. I would like to start collecting a set, but haven't decided on the Willow Tree set or another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Mail or email Christmas cards? Mail, definitely. Although I'm considering a hybrid this year--mailing postcards with our family Christmas picture (already ordered and on their way) and setting up a Christmas letter website. We'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? Probably the fact that I didn't get a single book last year. I was surprised by how sad I was not to have a new book to start reading on Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite Christmas Movie?  LOTR is inextricably tied to the Christmas season for me, since that's when they were all released. I'll also often watch the five-hour Pride and Prejudice movie right around the holiday. As far as actual "Christmas" movies go, I enjoy White Christmas, Holiday Inn, It's a Wonderful Life, and The Santa Clause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When do you start shopping for Christmas?  January. I like to buy throughout the year. And my goal is to finish my Christmas shopping on Black Friday, so that December I can stay out of the stores as much as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas gift?  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Lights on the tree? Yes. I like slowly blinking white lights the best. Dh prefers flashing colored lights. We take turns. I think this is his year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song? Hark, How the Bells; I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day; O Holy Night; Santa Got Run Over by a Reindeer *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Travel at Christmas or stay at home?  I wish we could travel, since almost all our family is in Oregon. But we'll be home in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer's?  Yes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20. Angel on the tree top or a star? A star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning?  We have the kids open one gift on Christmas Eve, which amazingly always ends up being pajamas! :-) After the kids are in bed, the presents placed under the tree and the stockings stuffed, dh and I exchange a few small things and celebrate the anniversary of our engagement. Christmas morning we open all the rest of the gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year? Having to deal with others' stress every time I need to purchase milk at the Walmart. The unceasing drumbeat of materialism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.  What theme or color are you using?  I'm never that organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite for Christmas dinner.   The traditional turkey holiday meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What do you want for Christmas this year?  A peaceful, happy holiday with my family. Materially, I'm not certain. My parents are giving our family a zoo membership, at our request. I'm really happy about that. Other than that, I'm asking dh for a gift certificate for scrapbooking supplies and hoping for some good books. Oh, and a bluetooth headset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Who is most likely to respond to this?  ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who is least likely to respond to this?  ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-6614666764240473236?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/6614666764240473236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=6614666764240473236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6614666764240473236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6614666764240473236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/11/1.html' title='A Christmas Meme'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-3361115705811320776</id><published>2008-11-12T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:28:50.015-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maranatha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics and other necessary evils'/><title type='text'>Just to be clear</title><content type='html'>I did not vote for President-Elect Barack Obama. My strong preference would have been for Senator McCain, primarily because of his support of the sanctity of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in just a little over two months Mr. Obama will be the President of the United States. My country, and my president. And I wish him the very best as he leads my nation, because his success will mean good for the country I love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be praying for President Obama and his family, for their safety and for wisdom. May God grant him understanding, and direct his path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-3361115705811320776?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/3361115705811320776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=3361115705811320776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3361115705811320776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3361115705811320776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-to-be-clear.html' title='Just to be clear'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-2380746786917533128</id><published>2008-11-05T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:32:28.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maranatha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics and other necessary evils'/><title type='text'>The more I read, the more I appreciate John Piper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/Blog/1478_Grateful_for_Almost_Any_Government/"&gt;Yesterday's article&lt;/a&gt; is another good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-2380746786917533128?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/2380746786917533128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=2380746786917533128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2380746786917533128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2380746786917533128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-i-read-more-i-appreciate-john.html' title='The more I read, the more I appreciate John Piper'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-4438174689754779356</id><published>2008-10-28T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:28:31.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics and other necessary evils'/><title type='text'>Having a Biblical Worldview in the Voting Booth</title><content type='html'>My pastor posted &lt;a href="http://blog.lifelinecommunity.com/2008/10/a-view-of-your-voting-worldview/"&gt;an article &lt;/a&gt;on his blog that I agree with completely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-4438174689754779356?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/4438174689754779356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=4438174689754779356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4438174689754779356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4438174689754779356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/10/having-biblical-worldview-in-voting.html' title='Having a Biblical Worldview in the Voting Booth'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-3405701460477911420</id><published>2008-10-13T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:18:53.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good eating'/><title type='text'>Menu Plan Monday</title><content type='html'>For the last several weeks, three friends and I have been sharing meals Mon-Thurs. My day is Wednesday, and on that day I make dinner for all four families and deliver the meals to everyone else. Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday I just sit back and eat bon-bons, while my friends bring me and my family their wonderful dinners. Between the four of us, we are pretty good cooks, and we are all enjoying sharing our meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinners, Mon-Thurs are the shared meals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon-Chili, fritos; I'll add a salad and maybe heat up a couple cans of corn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues--Potato Soup; I'll make sandwiches and have salad, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed--Meatballs with Brown Sauce, egg noodles; this is my night, and I'm looking forward to this meal. It's always a hit around here. I usually make mini-meatballs, my kids' preference, so just a bit bigger than a standard marble or so. I make my brown sauce with mushrooms--it's delicious. I'll toss the egg noodles with a bit of butter and have green beans on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs--Baked spaghetti; I'll have garlic bread and salad, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri--(Dh getting home--YAY!!!) Beef stirfry (beef, green beans, onions, garlic, red pepper), sesame noodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat--Probably meatballs again. I'm planning on making a lot on Wednesday. I'm thinking about having the meatballs with brown sauce and egg noodles on Saturday, and making Sweet and Sour Meatballs for my family on Wednesday. Dh can't have the S&amp;S because of his diabetes constraints, but he loves my meatballs and brown sauce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun--Main meal--(assigned) potluck after church. I'm bringing homemade potato salad and whole wheat pumpkin muffins with cream cheese frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfasts are all quick and simple, by necessity. Today we were out of 2% milk, so we had toast with peanut butter and bananas. Usually we'll have cold cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunches this week will include the bigs on Thursday and Friday--they're out of school for Fall Recess.&lt;br /&gt;Mon--ham and cheese on whole wheat buns (bakery markdown), baby carrots, applesauce&lt;br /&gt;Tues--mac &amp; cheese, baby carrots, apples&lt;br /&gt;Wed--ramen noodles, baby carrots, bananas&lt;br /&gt;Thurs--hot dogs, w.w. buns, corn, baby carrots&lt;br /&gt;Fri--mac &amp; cheese, bananas, baby carrots&lt;br /&gt;Sat--at a &lt;a href="http://www.walkthru.org/site/News2?page=NewsArticle&amp;id=5616"&gt;Bible conference&lt;/a&gt;, lunch is provided&lt;br /&gt;Sun--(evening) peanuts, popcorn, veggies with dip, apples&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-3405701460477911420?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/3405701460477911420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=3405701460477911420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3405701460477911420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3405701460477911420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/10/menu-plan-monday.html' title='Menu Plan Monday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-161763705016274070</id><published>2008-09-17T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:42:47.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics and other necessary evils'/><title type='text'>I really hate feminist assumptions</title><content type='html'>Just because I am a conservative woman does not mean I don't care about women's issues. I do care--passionately. I just happen to disagree with their conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My being pro-life has nothing to do with wanting to restrict women, and everything to do with the value of each individual person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A baby is not a punishment. Ever. A baby is ALWAYS a blessing and a gift from God, even if there are challenges to overcome or hardships to endure because of his/her existence. You can't escape the reality of that existence by killing it before it's born. He is still made in the image of God, even if he has an extra chromosone. She is still worthy of life, even if she is the result of a rape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-161763705016274070?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/161763705016274070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=161763705016274070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/161763705016274070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/161763705016274070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-really-hate-feminist-assumptions.html' title='I really hate feminist assumptions'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-3175232737199853523</id><published>2008-09-03T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T12:27:34.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics and other necessary evils'/><title type='text'>Anyone Remember Ross Perot?</title><content type='html'>You know, the guy who gave Bill Clinton the presidency?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to write in Alan Keyes. I love the guy--met him in person when I was 18 and voting for the first time, in 1992. He's everything he seems to be in public, as well as charming and humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to write in Ron Paul. Dh and I were early supporters of him, before it became beyond obvious that he would not get the Republican nomination. His pro-life position is excellent, and his ideas are exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, feel free to write in Mickey Mouse. I did, back in 1992, when my options for US Senator were some forgettable pro-choice Democrat and the incumbent, Bob Packwood, the slimey pro-choice Republican. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, since then I've changed my political decision-making process from seeking the perfect to settling for the best I can get. I voted for Mitt Romney, back in his pro-choice days, when he ran against Ted Kennedy for US Senate in Massachussetts back in 1994. At the time I figured, given two pro-choice options, I should vote for the man who would do the least damage. Kennedy was an exceptionally effective Senator, and had Romney won in 1994 he would have done far better in at least the other issues that matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is America. You can vote for whomever you choose. It is entirely up to you and your conscience. Just be clear on the reality of what your vote means. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because if you vote for anyone other than McCain/Palin, your vote will effectively be cast for Obama/Biden. That's the reality of the situation. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama's camp couldn't be happier to have protestors at Focus on the Family because Dobson has publicly stated he'll vote for McCain. Obama's strategists are counting on Ron Paul and Allan Keyes rallying votes away from McCain. The conserservatives will split their votes, and Obama will win the presidency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, bottom line, we'll deserve him--because we knew better. We got Clinton in 1992. We've been here and done this before, gang. And McCain is a MUCH better option than Bush, Sr. was in 1992.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-3175232737199853523?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/3175232737199853523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=3175232737199853523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3175232737199853523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3175232737199853523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/09/anyone-remember-ross-perot.html' title='Anyone Remember Ross Perot?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-5074891691516965360</id><published>2008-08-12T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:14:57.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being me'/><title type='text'>Look! I'm posting again!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it's only for a meme, but I promise to start posting regularly again. I'm just dipping my toes back into the bloggy water with a meme first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snagged this off one of my favorite foodie blogs, &lt;a href="http://whatimadefordinner.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-succumb-to-meme.html"&gt;What I Made For Dinner&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last Movie You Saw In A Movie Theater? Not counting various outings to the drive-in, I believe the last movie I saw in an actual theater was 10,000 B.C. Suprisingly good, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What Book Are You Reading? &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Monstrous-Regiment-Women-Suspense-Featuring/dp/0312427379/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1218564380&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;A Monstrous Regiment of Women&lt;/a&gt;, by Laurie R. King. Second in the Mary Russell mystery series, and SUCH an enjoyable read. I actually got copies of the entire series from paperbackswap.com this time around, instead of getting them from the library for a fourth (or fifth?) time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite Board Game? &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Days-of-Wonder-4098340-Ticket/dp/B0002TV2LU/ref=pd_bbs_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=toys-and-games&amp;qid=1218564503&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Ticket to Ride &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite Magazine? Simple Scrapbooks and Cooking Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite Smells? Freshly shampooed baby heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite Sounds? silence, the ocean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Worst Feeling In The World? Being unable to fix my child/dh's hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. First Thing You Think of When You Wake Up? Sleep a little longer, baby--please!!! Mama is tired! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite Fast Food Place? Panda Express and Taco Time, Subway when I'm being good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If allergies/room/care were not an issue, what pet would you have? The same two kitties we already have, since allergies aren't a problem. If we ever move to the country and have some property, I would like to have a dog again, a good-sized one who would have space to run. I don't like little dogs very much, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Finish This Statement—“If I Had a Lot of Money, I’d....hire a maid. Invest for my kids' future and our retirement. Hire someone to decorate our house, since I didn't get the home-decor gene. Have our basement finished, with a nice office space for dh and a playroom for the kids. Or maybe buy a new home with that already in place, and add a scrapbooking/crafting room for myself. Go home to Oregon at least twice a year, and bring my parents and sibs out for frequent visits. Pay off my sibs' student loans. How much money would this be, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What did you eat for dinner tonight? Pot roast in the crockpot for tonight. Also on the menu: oven-roasted diced potatoes, green beans, salad, and chocolate pudding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you wish you'd eaten for dinner? Pad Thai. Pretty much could eat that six nights a week, but the kids would gripe, so I make other things, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Movie you love watching over and over again? The Hunt for Red October, Much Ado About Nothing, Steel Magnolias, The Incredibles, Miss Marple Mysteries, Pride and Prejudice (A&amp;E)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What Was Your First Car? My youth leader's old Honda Accord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite Drink? Icy-cold diet Coke with a lemeon or lime. Today, though, I've been drinking diet Dr. Pepper, and MAN is it good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Finish This Statement—“If I Had a lime, I Would... make Pad Thai. Or maybe Mexican. Nah, definitely Pad Thai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you fear? My children getting hurt. Alzheimer's. Food poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If You could Dye Your Hair Any Other Color, What Would It Be? blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Name All the Different Cities In Which You Have Lived. Washington: The Tri-Cities. Oregon: Ashland, Medford, and a small town outside Portland. Massachussetts: Concord, Newton. Florida: Pensacola. Utah: suburbs of Salt Lake City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite Sport to Watch? Baseball. But during the Olympics, I watch gymnastics, diving, swimming, track and field, and beach volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. One Nice Thing About The Person Who Sent This To You? She's a good cook, and writes engagingly about NYC and food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What’s Under Your Bed? Nothing. The frame made the bed too high, so the boxspring is on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What are you currently hoping for? My dd to overcome her difficulties in reading and become a lover of books and learning, my sons to master toilet training, our church to find a large, affordable, convenient new facility, dh's traveling for work to slow down a bit, discovery of a great new sitter for my kids, restoration of some broken relationships. Oh, and whirled peas. Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Morning Person or Night Owl? Used to be a night person. Now I have to get up early with my kids, but I'm still not a functional morning person without my caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Over Easy or Sunny Side Up? scrambled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite Place to Relax? Oregon Coast. Or the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Favorite Ice Cream Flavor? Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag! You're it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-5074891691516965360?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/5074891691516965360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=5074891691516965360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/5074891691516965360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/5074891691516965360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/08/look-im-posting-again.html' title='Look! I&apos;m posting again!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-6265945570453110190</id><published>2008-07-22T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:27:46.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school in a full house'/><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>Six days until my three bigs begin school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made them eggs in a basket for breakfast this morning. We're really starting to get into the routine of getting up early and eating right away. As messy as they are, though, I wonder if I should have them get dressed after breakfast, so they at least show up to school in clean clothes. Or maybe I'll make them wear bibs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later this morning we are going to go to the school and find their classrooms and the nearest bathrooms. If the teachers are there, we'll meet them, too. This isn't a school event, but I called last week and the receptionist said that we could come on Tuesday and look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have lots of school supplies. A friend gave each of my children personalized backpacks in their favorite colors from Land's End, and when they arrived last week the kids wore them all afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-6265945570453110190?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/6265945570453110190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=6265945570453110190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6265945570453110190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6265945570453110190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/07/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-8665109773053076424</id><published>2008-07-17T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:19:25.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary pleasures'/><title type='text'>God loves me and wants me to be happy</title><content type='html'>I found a forgotten package of Milan Double Chocolate cookies in the back of the pantry. Only a month past its sell by date, and not a hint of staleness. And undiscovered by the ants that got into our Oreos last week (hint: if your Oreo crumbs start walking around on the plate, you might want to do some further investigation.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-8665109773053076424?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/8665109773053076424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=8665109773053076424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/8665109773053076424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/8665109773053076424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/07/god-loves-me-and-wants-me-to-be-happy.html' title='God loves me and wants me to be happy'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-5141938646723642272</id><published>2008-07-16T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:57:27.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary pleasures'/><title type='text'>Why had I not yet discovered...</title><content type='html'>Why had I not yet discovered the magic that is oven-roasted drumsticks with barbeque sauce? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children are all eating their dinner. Not a single one of them have informed me that they don't like anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be on the menu twice a week, from now on!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-5141938646723642272?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/5141938646723642272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=5141938646723642272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/5141938646723642272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/5141938646723642272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-had-i-not-yet-discovered.html' title='Why had I not yet discovered...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-6345722543734048204</id><published>2008-07-16T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T08:06:03.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the three bigs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school in a full house'/><title type='text'>Less than two weeks to go</title><content type='html'>On July 28 my three bigs will be starting their first year of public school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their school is on a year-round schedule, and my three are on Track C. This means that they will go to school for three weeks, and then will be off-track (out of school) for three weeks. They start back on track (in school) on September 8, and will be in classes through the month of October. Then they have the entire month of November off-track! They'll be back in class on December 1, only to have off two weeks for Christmas/New Year's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the year-round schedule will take some getting used to, but I'm glad that it gives them breaks throughout the year, rather than one long break in the summer. This way, we can still do fun things together throughout the entire year--we'll just have to plan it for when they're off-track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The local stores have some good back-to-school sales right now, and I've stocked up on school supplies. We haven't yet received any class supply lists, so I'm guessing. But it's probably a safe guess that they'll need pencils, crayons, colored pencils, and notebooks. Hopefully their class lists will arrive soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend who understands my angst about sending the kids to school gave them (and me) a very thoughtful gift: personalized backpacks in their favorite colors from L.L. Bean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 8yodd will be in third grade, and my twin guys will be in the same second grade class, as we requested. I am most anxious about the fact that none of them are reading fluently, but are still in the decoding stage. So they are not to grade level, especially my dd. They are similarly behind in math. I'm trying not to convey my anxiety to them. I don't want them to be worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've begun getting up/going to bed according to school times, which means they are going to bed (theoretically) at 8:30 and getting up at 7:00. I want them dressed, fed, and walking out the door by 7:40 each morning, so we'll see how that works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on pulling together their school clothes and pulling them out of regular circulation. I'll have a bit of money for school clothes shopping after dh gets paid at the end of the month, but probably not much. My guys are pretty well set while it's still hot weather--they have tons of shorts and nice tees--but my dd is a bit short on nice clothes. I'm hoping to come across some good sales at yard sales/thrift stores to suppliment her wardrobe. They will all need new sneakers, and dd needs some new dress shoes eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for us, that all these details will come together smoothly. Pray especially that God will be glorified by our family in this new venue, and that we will be a light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-6345722543734048204?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/6345722543734048204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=6345722543734048204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6345722543734048204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6345722543734048204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/07/less-than-two-weeks-to-go.html' title='Less than two weeks to go'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-1069480833243762687</id><published>2008-06-17T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:47:39.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the three bigs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school in a full house'/><title type='text'>The kids are registered for public school</title><content type='html'>This feels so strange, like suddenly I'm someone that I don't recognize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dh made this call, but I do agree with him that it's the right decision. Our kids deserve a good education, and they're not getting it right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting them registered was relatively painless. Thankfully, I could easily lay my hands on their birth certificates and immunization exemption forms. I wrote a letter to the principal explaining our concern that our kids' lack of reading skills will make it difficult for them to be in their age-appropriate grade levels, but left that call to them. I did request that our twins be put into the same classroom, so hopefully they'll do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elementary schools in this area are &lt;a href="http://www.graniteschools.org/C15/C11/School%20Calendars/Document%20Library/2008-2009%20Year%20Round%20Elementary%20Calendar.pdf"&gt;year-round&lt;/a&gt;, so classes were in session today for B, C, and D tracks. Classes end for them in two weeks. Most of the month of July is summer break, and then A, B, and C tracks start back on July 28. I've requested that they not be on the D track, just so they can start sooner rather than later. My preference is B track, but I'll take A, B, or C and be content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school itself seems nice. The office staff were kind and helpful, both on the phone and while were were in the office. And the stack of handouts I grabbed look engaging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying hard to be enthusiastic when talking about this with the kids. They have lots of questions, as you can imagine. I've been reassuring them that I LOVED school when I was their age--and I did. Junior high and parts of high school sucked, but elementary was mostly a good experience for me. They are excited and nervous, but we have over a month before they'll start, so I'm sure we'll have some ups and downs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 7yodsC has already told me a couple of times that he'll really miss me.  I am glad that they're bigger, now, and not little 5yos. I can't imagine sending my 4yod to school in another year, even though he'd technically be the right age for Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all really overwhelming. We had talked about this in the past as a possibility, but dh very suddenly decided this last night. I'm still feeling somewhat whiplashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told to expect a letter from the school sometime next week, telling us what track and teachers our kids have. So I guess until then we'll just have to be patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-1069480833243762687?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/1069480833243762687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=1069480833243762687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/1069480833243762687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/1069480833243762687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/06/kids-are-registered-for-public-school.html' title='The kids are registered for public school'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-3447947234124892479</id><published>2008-06-16T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:11:02.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school in a full house'/><title type='text'>Failure</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I'm calling the school district and registering our three bigs for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't how it was supposed to go, but homeschooling and my chronic inability to follow through aren't a good mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dh and I both survived public school. Hopefully our children will fare better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-3447947234124892479?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/3447947234124892479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=3447947234124892479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3447947234124892479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3447947234124892479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/06/failure.html' title='Failure'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-1328187612473994471</id><published>2008-06-15T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T13:31:10.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being me'/><title type='text'>One Word Meme</title><content type='html'>Got this from &lt;a href="http://razorbackmama.homeschooljournal.net/"&gt;Keer!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:You can only use one word and it's not as easy as you might think. Now copy and change the answers to suit you and pass it on. It's really hard to only use one word answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's mine:&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where is your significant other? garage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair? annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? doula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? pastor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal? harmony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The room you're in? kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your fear? SIDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Where do you want to be in 6 years? diaper-free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where were you last night? home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What you're not? well-rested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Muffins? blueberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. One of your wish list items? maid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Where you grew up? Oregon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The last thing you did? eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you wearing? skirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Your TV? dvr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Your pet? kitties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Your computer? slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Your life? crazy-busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Your mood? crabby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Missing someone? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Your car? minivan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Something you're not wearing? shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Your summer? school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Your favorite color? red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. When is the last time you laughed? church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you cried? today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-1328187612473994471?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/1328187612473994471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=1328187612473994471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/1328187612473994471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/1328187612473994471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-word-meme.html' title='One Word Meme'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-8788577760948138493</id><published>2008-06-10T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T16:44:01.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we&apos;re in this together'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aquiring'/><title type='text'>Father's Day prep</title><content type='html'>I was suprised when I looked on the calendar today and confirmed that this Sunday really is Father's Day. It crept up on me this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we have less than a week, and limited funds, I'm focusing on some attainable goals: good food, thoughtful gifts, low-stress projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make certain to have some meat marinading on Sunday, so dh can get his grill on. I'll likely do a no-sugar version of a marinade rightly famous among our family and friends: Bob's Teriyaki, named in honor of my half-Japanese former youth leader and the pastor who married dh and I. I haven't yet attempted a sugar-free version, so this will likely be the first of several attempts to get the balance of flavors right. How we will suffer in our pursuit of perfection! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to put together a collage of photos for dh's new office space in our basement. And I'm also going to choose photos of each child and have them printed in a wallet size, and get together a new photo insert for his wallet. He's been asking for that for some time, and I just haven't gotten it together, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Revelation-Third-Day/dp/B0016LHH1C/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=music&amp;qid=1213141269&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Third Day's new album &lt;/a&gt;won't be released until the end of next month, so my original plan to give him that won't work. I'll have to see if anyone else has some good music out lately. Any thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-8788577760948138493?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/8788577760948138493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=8788577760948138493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/8788577760948138493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/8788577760948138493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day-prep.html' title='Father&apos;s Day prep'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-5783814147968437528</id><published>2008-05-28T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T10:25:15.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the little guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><title type='text'>Six months and sitting up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SD2VS3MwJ8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/u3Il3JqFYKc/s1600-h/100_5285edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;With Hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not at all how &lt;br /&gt;We thought it was supposed to be &lt;br /&gt;We had so many plans for you &lt;br /&gt;We had so many dreams &lt;br /&gt;And now you've gone away &lt;br /&gt;And left us with the memories of your smile &lt;br /&gt;And nothing we can say &lt;br /&gt;And nothing we can do &lt;br /&gt;Can take away the pain &lt;br /&gt;The pain of losing you, but ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can cry with hope &lt;br /&gt;We can say goodbye with hope &lt;br /&gt;'Cause we know our goodbye is not the end, oh no &lt;br /&gt;And we can grieve with hope &lt;br /&gt;'Cause we believe with hope &lt;br /&gt;(There's a place by God's grace) &lt;br /&gt;There's a place where we'll see your face again &lt;br /&gt;We'll see your face again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never have I known &lt;br /&gt;Anything so hard to understand &lt;br /&gt;And never have I questioned more &lt;br /&gt;The wisdom of God's plan &lt;br /&gt;But through the cloud of tears &lt;br /&gt;I see the Father's smile and say well done &lt;br /&gt;And I imagine you &lt;br /&gt;Where you wanted most to be &lt;br /&gt;Seeing all your dreams come true &lt;br /&gt;'Cause now you're home &lt;br /&gt;And now you're free, and ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have this hope as an anchor &lt;br /&gt;'Cause we believe that everything &lt;br /&gt;God promised us is true, so ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wait with hope &lt;br /&gt;And we ache with hope &lt;br /&gt;We hold on with hope &lt;br /&gt;We let go with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Steven Curtis Chapman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chapmanchannel.typepad.com/inmemoryofmaria/"&gt;In memory of Maria Sue Chapman, 2003-2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-5243375866781509068?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/5243375866781509068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=5243375866781509068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/5243375866781509068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/5243375866781509068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/05/with-hope.html' title='With Hope'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-2081637985823215954</id><published>2008-05-20T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T17:16:38.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overheard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary pleasures'/><title type='text'>Rear view mirror</title><content type='html'>At the end of today's marathon (double dental appointments, Sears--twice--for an exchange, the men's store to pick up dh's hemmed suit pants, and three or four times 'round the mulberry bush) I stopped at Sonic to get my mostly-well-behaved children Happy Hour strawberry slushies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into the rear view mirror in time to see the three bigs clink their styrofoam slushie cups togeher and say "Cheers!" And then, at the little guys' request, 7yoC "did Cheers" with the two little guys in the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment was sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-2081637985823215954?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/2081637985823215954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=2081637985823215954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2081637985823215954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2081637985823215954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/05/rear-view-mirror.html' title='Rear view mirror'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-4000669576665461495</id><published>2008-05-19T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:37:01.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we watch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so many books so little time'/><title type='text'>Prince Caspian</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know I said &lt;a href="http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/05/drive-in-with-six-kids.html"&gt;in my last post&lt;/a&gt; that I wouldn't review &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0499448/"&gt;Prince Caspian,&lt;/a&gt; since everyone else and their mother is already reviewing it, but I'm just too annoyed not to blog it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was okay. It WASN'T true to the book, in that the book wasn't one long battle after another. The movie seemed disjointed to me: battle, battle, quiet sincere moment, battle, battle, battle, quiet sincere moment, battle, chase scene, battle, battle, quiet scene, battle, battle, battle, romantic smooch, the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was better than &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0096681/"&gt;the BBC clunker,&lt;/a&gt; at least. And I thought they did Reepicheep very well. And the actors did a fine job, especially the actress who played Lucy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it 2.5 stars out of five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, if I hadn't read and loved the book I wouldn't be so disappointed. But, then, if I hadn't read and loved the book I wouldn't still be planning on purchasing the dvd when it's released, despite my feeling that the movie fell far short of its source material. It wasn't &lt;em&gt;bad.&lt;/em&gt; It just wasn't as good as I had hoped it would be, especially given how well they did on &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0363771/"&gt;The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-4000669576665461495?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/4000669576665461495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=4000669576665461495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4000669576665461495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4000669576665461495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/05/prince-caspian.html' title='Prince Caspian'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-1700564922341147390</id><published>2008-05-19T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T09:32:37.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we watch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how we do it'/><title type='text'>The drive-in with six kids.</title><content type='html'>Last night dh and I took the whole gang to see Prince Caspian at the drive-in theater. There are many, many others reviewing the movie, so if you're looking for a review I'll point you to &lt;a href="http://www.pluggedinonline.com/movies/movies/a0004056.cfm"&gt;Plugged In.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the movies with six children is a potential financial disaster. Ticket prices of $8 for adults and $5 for kids are the norm, so we would be looking at over $40 just to get in the door. And then we can't watch a movie without snacks, and with the exhorbitant prices at the theater we could easily lay out another $25 or so, just for drinks and popcorn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just can't justify spending that kind of money for an afternoon at the movies. But the experience of going out for a movie with the kids isn't one we want to miss, and waiting the months for the dvd to be released can be torture for short people anxious for the next installment of The Chronicles of Narnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we moved to the Salt Lake area, we were thrilled to find a drive-in theater within easy driving distance. During the summer we will often go two or three times a month, and we always have a great time. (Well, there was that one time that dh and I saw &lt;a href="http://www.pluggedinonline.com/movies/movies/a0003160.cfm"&gt;Blades of Glory,&lt;/a&gt; but that was our fault for not looking at any reviews.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was second drive-in movie of the year, and it was warm enough to keep the car open and sit outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our theater-going experience yesterday started at home, where I put together snack mixes for the kids of dried apple rings, pretzels, goldfish crackers, animal crackers, both chocolate and yogurt covered raisins. Dh and I had our own snacks, with some nuts, beef jerky, and string cheese for him and a variation of the kids' snack mix for me. A half gallon jug of iced tea, water bottles, and a stop at the convenience store to pick up cash for the theater entrance and a Diet Dr. Pepper for me, and we were on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once at the theater, dh swings into action. The van is parked backwards with the hatch opened, and the rear seat cleared of car seats and small children while he turns it around. The three bigs sit on the bench seat, while the two little guys sit in their car seats on the floor of the cargo area. Pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals brought from home are distributed, along with the snacks and water bottles. Dh and I sit in our folding chairs outside the van, and the baby rocks in his car on the ground in between us--until he wants his snack, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time. I think we'll probably be at the drive-in again this weekend--Indiana Jones is coming out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-1700564922341147390?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/1700564922341147390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=1700564922341147390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/1700564922341147390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/1700564922341147390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/05/drive-in-with-six-kids.html' title='The drive-in with six kids.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-8851993372893241087</id><published>2008-05-16T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T20:48:58.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we watch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being me'/><title type='text'>Movie meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kiersten.wordpress.com/2008/05/16/movie-meme/"&gt;Kiersten&lt;/a&gt; said anyone who wanted to chime in, feel free...so I'm blogging it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. One movie that made you laugh:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 First Dates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. One movie that made you cry:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steel Magnolias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. One movie you loved when you were a child:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Stallion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. One movie you’ve seen more than once:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. One movie you loved, but were embarrassed to admit it:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titanic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. One movie you hated:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se7en&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. One movie that scared you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloverfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. One movie that bored you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. One movie that made you happy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. One movie that made you miserable:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Joy Luck Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. One movie you weren’t brave enough to see:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Clockwork Orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. One movie character you’ve fallen in love with:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciarán Hinds as Captain Wentworth in the 1995 production of Persuasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. The last movie you saw:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iron Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. The next movie you hope to see:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Caspian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Now tag five people: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-8851993372893241087?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/8851993372893241087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=8851993372893241087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/8851993372893241087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/8851993372893241087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/05/movie-meme.html' title='Movie meme'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-2150395562078183784</id><published>2008-05-15T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T12:55:13.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hk topics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary pleasures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how we do it'/><title type='text'>The Mother's Days of my childhood</title><content type='html'>This week's HK blog topic: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;em&gt;Now that Mother's day is past, look over your Mother's Days as a child.  &lt;br /&gt;      Which one stands out most to you and why?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I do have very specific memories of my childhood, annual occasions like Mother's Day and Thanksgiving tend to meld together into a happy mish-mosh of compressed years and family traditons. I can't tell you what happened in a single Mother's Day, but I know what we always did for Mother's Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Mother's Day, my mom always got breakfast in bed. When we were younger my dad would make the breakfast while we "helped". As I grew older, we took over making the breakfast, and Dad got breakfast in bed, too. We usually made a fairly elaborate meal, with pancakes, eggs, bacon or sausage, and fruit. And we all joined Mom and Dad in their bedroom for breakfast, hauling in the high chair for the baby and eating our picnic meal scattered around their bed on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom loved our homemade cards. Mom always loved our drawings, and made a practice of not keeping coloring books in the house. She much preferred creative drawings to us keeping in the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always had church to go to on Mother's Day. And there would be the inevitable sermon on motherhood, and a carnation handed out to all the mothers in the congregation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much of what I remember fondly from my childhood was the predictibility of our lives. We always celebrated Mother's Day by breakfast in bed and homemade cards. Other things happened some years, like Dad grilling our dinner after church or us going out for a meal as a family. But the framework of tradition was solidly in place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my passions as a mother is giving my children that same security. Our family's traditions are not all the same as the traditions I grew up with, or the traditions of dh's family. We're creating our own traditions and memories. I love listening to my three bigs talk in anticipation about upcoming holidays and events and reminisce about the past. They begin by saying, "We always..." And I smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-2150395562078183784?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/2150395562078183784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=2150395562078183784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2150395562078183784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2150395562078183784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-days-of-my-childhood.html' title='The Mother&apos;s Days of my childhood'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-5963159559153953578</id><published>2008-05-14T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T10:30:57.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the little guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><title type='text'>Perfect Posture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SCshahGTpzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/pzw-cjb-grU/s1600-h/100_4997edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SCshahGTpzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/pzw-cjb-grU/s320/100_4997edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200286934174508850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-5963159559153953578?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/5963159559153953578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=5963159559153953578' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/5963159559153953578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/5963159559153953578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/05/perfect-posture.html' title='Perfect Posture'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SCshahGTpzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/pzw-cjb-grU/s72-c/100_4997edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-246337246049124957</id><published>2008-05-08T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T08:33:33.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about these things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overheard'/><title type='text'>Overheard at the breakfast table</title><content type='html'>H (the little guy, 6 months): Waaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Aw, what's the matter with this little guy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M (the girl, 8 years): Mom! It's not his fault! It's just Satan's fault. If he hadn't lied, then there wouldn't be any such things as ear infections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O (one of my twin guys, 7 years): I just hate Satan. If it wasn't for him lying, I wouldn't ever have dish duty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-246337246049124957?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/246337246049124957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=246337246049124957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/246337246049124957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/246337246049124957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/05/overheard-at-breakfast-table.html' title='Overheard at the breakfast table'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-7506841712056691440</id><published>2008-05-07T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T09:28:55.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sweet boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary pleasures'/><title type='text'>Happiness is a grape Sonic slushie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SCHYobwAb3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/bIC-AhDpmnE/s1600-h/100_5113edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SCHYobwAb3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/bIC-AhDpmnE/s320/100_5113edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197673634117742450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-7506841712056691440?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/7506841712056691440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=7506841712056691440' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7506841712056691440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7506841712056691440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/05/happiness-is-grape-sonic-slushie.html' title='Happiness is a grape Sonic slushie!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SCHYobwAb3I/AAAAAAAAAFU/bIC-AhDpmnE/s72-c/100_5113edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-7207248401895419608</id><published>2008-05-05T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T15:19:52.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we watch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the little guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so many books so little time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school in a full house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='under the weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary pleasures'/><title type='text'>I'm back on my blog</title><content type='html'>I'm back, with no good excuse for my absence. Life with six kids, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bits and pieces from the last two weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My friends whose newborn was in the NICU were able to take him home after eleven days in the hospital. He initially came home on oxygen, but was given a clean bill of health from his pediatrician a few days ago and is now off of all the tubes and wires and doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The women's study group I've been a part of over the last school year completed our time together studying &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Spiritual-Disciplines-Christian-Donald-Whitney/dp/1576830276/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1210024018&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Spiritual Disciplines for the Christian Life. &lt;/a&gt;What a great book! I'm glad we took as long as we did in studying it, because I needed a lot of time to mull over the various disciplines highlighted in each chapter, as well as work on incorporating some of them into my life. Highly recommended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Last week we actually began school at 8:30am for three days running. This meant that we were done with school before lunch--absolutely the smoothest homeschooling days in my memory. My new goal for school: start the day early enough so that we can complete everything (with the possible exception of math) before lunch each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This last weekend was dominated by our little guy getting another ear infection. Poor little smidge! He's just been miserable, wimpering and wanting nothing but to be held by Mommy continually. Babies are so pathetic when they're sick. He just couldn't understand why the world had suddenly become such an awful place, when up until now the worst thing he's had to deal with was the occasional bad diaper or bad bout of gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yesterday afternoon the little guy started feeling better. After grilling brats and dogs for dinner, we took the kids to the drive-in theater. We had a ball, although &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0371746/"&gt;The Iron Man&lt;/a&gt; was wayyyyy too intense in parts for our kids--they spent a fair portion of the movie covering their eyes with their hands. Even comic-book style violence isn't that great for the littles, and there was a lot of it. Lots of fun, too, though. Made for a verrrrrryyyyyyy late night, since the movie itself didn't begin until 9:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Last night being such a late night and me being pretty sleep deprived because of the little guy's ear infection night-time fussiness, we ended up not doing school today. We did take an unexpected field trip to dh's workplace, though, to watch him work on a drill from a location accessible to the public--a rare opportunity. Got some great pictures, which I'll post on Facebook, and the kids were thrilled to see Daddy hard at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. In trying to label this post, I've realized that I don't yet have a label for books or reading. How is this possible? I'm a bookaholic, and have been my entire life. I read less now than I did when I was unencumbered by short people, especially since they started growing taller and having opinions and wanting intelligent interaction and all that nonsense, but, good grief! How have I been blogging for, what three months, without mentioning all the books I've read? Some terrible kind of disconnect, I'm sure. I'll be amending that in the future, you can be certain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-7207248401895419608?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/7207248401895419608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=7207248401895419608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7207248401895419608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7207248401895419608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-back-on-my-blog.html' title='I&apos;m back on my blog'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-2813637683621840681</id><published>2008-04-24T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T11:00:12.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wild child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>Snow. On April 24th. And it stuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on the season switch for the kids' clothing this week. Now that their drawers are full of shorts and teeshirts, it's fitting that the temperature would take another dip below freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utah weather. Craziness.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we've been caring for the 2yo daughter of some friends whose newborn son is in the NICU. She's a sweet little thing, but after almost two weeks of having her here for most of the day, our 2yo little guy is feeling pretty out of sorts. Normally they get along well, but having her here this much is wearing on him, I think, and he's become clingy and cranky over the last day or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe he's just coming down with the same ear infection that's afflicted two of his siblings, so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, he's been banished to his bed for an early nap. Hopefully he'll be happier when he gets up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-2813637683621840681?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/2813637683621840681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=2813637683621840681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2813637683621840681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2813637683621840681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/04/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-3644517766856750708</id><published>2008-04-23T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T14:16:42.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the little guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary pleasures'/><title type='text'>Food is fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SA-nCf_gU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/CcltaPA0rfs/s1600-h/100_4841edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192552556770907010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SA-nCf_gU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/CcltaPA0rfs/s320/100_4841edit.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/2603934846782965185-3644517766856750708?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/3644517766856750708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=3644517766856750708' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3644517766856750708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3644517766856750708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/04/food-is-fun.html' title='Food is fun!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SA-nCf_gU4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/CcltaPA0rfs/s72-c/100_4841edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-4862727487735463697</id><published>2008-04-18T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:16:24.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the three bigs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aquiring'/><title type='text'>Soccer Season</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow marks a momentous day in our family--the day our three bigs begin playing soccer on our very first organized sports team. The three bigs are practically vibrating from excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we need to purchase shin guards, cleats, water bottles, and a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my years of working as a nanny before marriage and having my own children, I spent innumerable hours transporting kids to and from soccer practices and watching them play. It quickly lost it's appeal, and I spent many years being grateful that I didn't have to spend time at the soccer fields I drove past with my small children. But now that my kids will be playing, I'm looking forward to watching them learn the game, and for them to have an outlet for their energy and competitiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to break out the folding chairs and sunblock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-4862727487735463697?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/4862727487735463697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=4862727487735463697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4862727487735463697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4862727487735463697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/04/soccer-season.html' title='Soccer Season'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-1329476360029616276</id><published>2008-04-17T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T09:13:37.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about these things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we&apos;re in this together'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child of Jesus People hippies'/><title type='text'>Nine Years</title><content type='html'>Nine years ago today, my dh and I promised God and each other that we would love each other till we were parted by death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today our life looks very different than what we expected when we slouched together on my parents' couch and planned out our future. Six children, eight job changes, five moves (one to another state), and major events in our extended family have all contributed to make our family what it is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a new bride, I could not imagine we would lose some relationships precious to us. But perhaps that is why we hold onto each other even more, now. We now know in a very real way that nothing lasts except the grace of God by which we stand.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we will celebrate our marriage and plan for the future. And we will continue to trust in the One who has proven Himself faithful, even when we are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you remember that Keith Green song, you, too, may be a child of Jesus People hippies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-1329476360029616276?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/1329476360029616276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=1329476360029616276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/1329476360029616276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/1329476360029616276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/04/nine-years.html' title='Nine Years'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-1019893039656527730</id><published>2008-04-16T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:29:25.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about these things'/><title type='text'>Check this out</title><content type='html'>I just read one of the best blog posts I've ever read. Very convicting as I contemplate my gut reaction to being wronged, especially as it applies to my parenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an exerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t go to church because I expect to be loved. I go to church to learn to love the irascible people who are called by the name Christian. This is one of the primary ways I worship Jesus. I realize that notion cuts against the grain - our cultural assumption is that we find a perfect, virtuous, loving church first, and then join it. Maybe that’s the right thing to do when we are new to the faith and need lots of nurturing, but at some point, we are supposed to become the spiritual grown-ups who can handle loving the cranks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come read the entire &lt;a href="http://toddleddredge.wordpress.com/2008/04/13/i-dont-love-the-grouches-yet-but-im-trying/"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-1019893039656527730?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/1019893039656527730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=1019893039656527730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/1019893039656527730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/1019893039656527730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/04/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-8563820213443504021</id><published>2008-04-16T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T08:17:34.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wild child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary pleasures'/><title type='text'>Dress-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SAYYbVQSqJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cGJXi14wM6A/s1600-h/100_4833edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189862478432086162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SAYYbVQSqJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cGJXi14wM6A/s320/100_4833edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SAYX-FQSqII/AAAAAAAAAEc/zkiUCRkMPHc/s1600-h/100_4834edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189861975920912514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SAYX-FQSqII/AAAAAAAAAEc/zkiUCRkMPHc/s320/100_4834edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SAYXYVQSqGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dHhw7PYWWpI/s1600-h/100_4838edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189861327380850786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SAYXYVQSqGI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dHhw7PYWWpI/s320/100_4838edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-8563820213443504021?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/8563820213443504021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=8563820213443504021' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/8563820213443504021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/8563820213443504021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/04/dress-up.html' title='Dress-up'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SAYYbVQSqJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cGJXi14wM6A/s72-c/100_4833edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-7595114646321000776</id><published>2008-04-15T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:48:25.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about these things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='under the weather'/><title type='text'>I spoke too soon</title><content type='html'>The weather today was bizarre. First it was overcast, then it was cold and cloudy. Next came the wind, and there were some serious gusts that whistled through the windows I had left open from yesterday's beautiful, mild weather. Then came the rain, then snow, and then hail. Hail! and Snow! On tax day, for pity's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's new baby boy is in the NICU. My 8yo daughter, the baby and I went to go visit them in the hospital tonight, only to find that their room was empty because my friend and her dh were down in the NICU visiting their baby. When my friend did come back to her room we talked and prayed together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so grateful that none of my children have ever needed advanced medical care. Even when our preemie suprise twins were born, their lungs were fine and they were able to room in with me from the beginning. Aside from some difficulty maintaining their body temp, which we helped along by wrapping them in three receiving blankets each, they were remarkably unaffected by their early entry into the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobering, to see how quickly my plans and assumptions must be set aside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-7595114646321000776?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/7595114646321000776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=7595114646321000776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7595114646321000776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/7595114646321000776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-spoke-too-soon.html' title='I spoke too soon'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-4832547105556097443</id><published>2008-04-14T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:39:52.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the little guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the three bigs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school in a full house'/><title type='text'>Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>Today I am watching a friend's 2yo daughter while her baby brother makes his entrance into the world. She's a sweet little thing, and she and my 2yo guy are hilarious to watch playing together. She's an only--well, she was until today--and my little guy is number five in our family. So when they play together, she definitely directs the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three bigs and I are continuing on with first grade. Reading is coming just a bit easier every day, and I'm encouraged by their progress. I am now a complete convert to the BJU curriculum. Today in math the three bigs were "writing" equations by laying out their number cards with the + and the = signs. They are really grasping concepts now, and go around the house adding together everything from their markers to the number of plates they must use to set the table for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather today is gorgeous--sunny and warm. I'm so happy that we seem to have finally seen the end of winter. All the kids spent time playing in the back yard, and the windows are wide open, airing out the house from the stale, closed-up months of winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-4832547105556097443?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/4832547105556097443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=4832547105556097443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4832547105556097443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/4832547105556097443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/04/manic-monday.html' title='Manic Monday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-6541179015534659342</id><published>2008-04-09T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:41:45.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the little guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><title type='text'>Dad's 60th birthday suprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/R_0384TPb9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/tY4Aunw5ODY/s1600-h/100_4750edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/R_0384TPb9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/tY4Aunw5ODY/s320/100_4750edit.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187363864845447122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-6541179015534659342?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/6541179015534659342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=6541179015534659342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6541179015534659342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6541179015534659342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/04/dads-60th-birthday-suprise.html' title='Dad&apos;s 60th birthday suprise'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/R_0384TPb9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/tY4Aunw5ODY/s72-c/100_4750edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-2585653369831962064</id><published>2008-04-03T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T14:43:58.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the little guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how we do it'/><title type='text'>Crunch Time</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow morning my little guy and I will be flying home to Oregon to suprise my Dad on his 60th birthday. My mom and siblings and I have been plotting for months for my visit, and we're gleefully anticipating Dad's reaction to seeing me casually meander into the room during his birthday celebration tomorrow night. He'll be meeting our little guy for the first time, so this should be a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we get on an airplane tomorrow morning, though, there are a myriad of things I need to get done. First and most importantly, I have to complete the scrapbook I'm making Dad as his birthday gift. I'm really excited about this scrapbook, which is titled "60 Reasons We Love Dad" and is a cooperative project with my seven younger siblings. Well, six of my seven younger siblings, since my youngest brother never did get me his part of the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to:&lt;br /&gt;*write a shopping list of everything DH could possible need over the next four days&lt;br /&gt;*go shopping&lt;br /&gt;*do laundry (tons of it)&lt;br /&gt;*contact the airline and find out exactly how much stuff I can check in (bag, stroller, carseat, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;*photocopy our little guy's birth certificate--so I can prove to the airline that my five month old is under the age of two.&lt;br /&gt;*finalize plans to get together with my sil and her family while I'm in town&lt;br /&gt;*pack--allowing for multiple changes of clothes for the little guy and me, too, in case he manages to spit/puke/poop/pee/drool on me during our flight&lt;br /&gt;*write up a meal plan and a rough schedule for DH while he's caring for the kids over the next four days&lt;br /&gt;*get the next two days worth of school prepped for him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-2585653369831962064?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/2585653369831962064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=2585653369831962064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2585653369831962064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2585653369831962064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/04/crunch-time.html' title='Crunch Time'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-2914387341815716618</id><published>2008-04-02T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T07:59:42.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there&apos;s two of them'/><title type='text'>Seven Years of Twins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/R_OfRqu-2EI/AAAAAAAAADs/RXjJeSACNcM/s1600-h/letmeout2edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184662721911511106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/R_OfRqu-2EI/AAAAAAAAADs/RXjJeSACNcM/s320/letmeout2edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/R_OfK6u-2DI/AAAAAAAAADk/c0rGfj5cDuk/s1600-h/100_4638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184662605947394098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/R_OfK6u-2DI/AAAAAAAAADk/c0rGfj5cDuk/s320/100_4638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-2914387341815716618?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/2914387341815716618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=2914387341815716618' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2914387341815716618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2914387341815716618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/04/seven-years-of-twins.html' title='Seven Years of Twins'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/R_OfRqu-2EI/AAAAAAAAADs/RXjJeSACNcM/s72-c/letmeout2edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-9222683653663691550</id><published>2008-03-31T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T12:21:02.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how we do it'/><title type='text'>Menu Plan Monday--March 31</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/R_Eye6u-2CI/AAAAAAAAADc/-NE-NFebi2g/s1600-h/mpm121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183980152823928866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/R_Eye6u-2CI/AAAAAAAAADc/-NE-NFebi2g/s320/mpm121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the first time I'm posting my menu plan. This week's plan is pretty simple, especially since I'm going out of town this Friday, and dh will be doing kitchen (and kid) duty while I'm traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beef and bean burritos with salsa and sour cream, green salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In honor of April Fool's Day, we're reversing the meals today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breakfast--meatballs and brown sauce over pasta, green beans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch--as usual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner--waffles with strawberries and whipped cream, scrambled eggs, sausage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicken and mushrooms in stirfry with rice&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spaghetti with meat sauce, green salad, garlic bread&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pizza at Chuck E. Cheese&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lasagna, green salad, garlic bread&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pizza, green salad&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lasagna (leftovers), green salad&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to join in with your own menu or get some ideas from other ladies participating, head over to Laura's blog at &lt;a href="http://orgjunkie.com/2008/03/menu-plan-monday-march-30th.html"&gt;I'm An Organizing Junkie.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-9222683653663691550?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/9222683653663691550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=9222683653663691550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/9222683653663691550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/9222683653663691550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/03/menu-plan-monday-march-31.html' title='Menu Plan Monday--March 31'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/R_Eye6u-2CI/AAAAAAAAADc/-NE-NFebi2g/s72-c/mpm121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-8176898354113058895</id><published>2008-03-27T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T14:39:40.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the three bigs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school in a full house'/><title type='text'>School catch-up</title><content type='html'>Winter is still here, despite the calendar telling us Spring began last week. Another storm last night covered the ground in snow. The kitties were offended by having wet paws when they went outside this morning, and quickly shook them off when they came back inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School isn't getting done today. We managed Bible and English, and I think we'll at least get Spelling done once the little guys go down for their afternoon naps. I'm already planning on Saturday being a catch-up day, to make up for our abbreviated day on Tuesday with the unexpected doctor's office visit and emergency room run. So far it looks like we'll have one lesson each of English and Spelling, and two lessons of Math and History. I may try to do two Math lessons tomorrow, so Saturday is less stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we've made the change in homeschooling curriculum to Bob Jones textbooks with the lessons taught on video, our three bigs have made huge strides in their learning. They are all now reading, with a lot of hesitancy, but definitely decoding the words in the stories in their readers and understanding the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's reader story was the first time I've seen my 8yodd read with confidence. The story had a fair amount of repetition, and once she read through the beginning section she was able to continue on with almost no help from me. This was wonderful to see. My 8yodd often struggles with recognizing that she's read a word before, even if it was in the previous sentence. Listening to her read through today's short story without hesitancy was a beautiful thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-8176898354113058895?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/8176898354113058895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=8176898354113058895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/8176898354113058895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/8176898354113058895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/03/school-catch-up.html' title='School catch-up'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-6247658208752943940</id><published>2008-03-25T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:56:05.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how we do it'/><title type='text'>Meal planning</title><content type='html'>I'm the resident cook in our home, not because I'm particularly gifted in making meals or enjoy cooking as a hobby, but simply because I'm the one at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dh has time, he really enjoys perfecting his specialties, bread and pizza--both whole wheat. He's also quite handy with a grill, and makes teriyaki chicken and burgers and dogs all summer long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, am much more utilitarian in my approach: I'm mom to six children and wife to a diabetic husband, all of whom need to eat healthy, appealing, economical food every day. I don't have time or energy at this point to make complicated, fancy meals, but am focusing on cooking things that everyone in our family will actually eat, that I can prep with a minimum of time and fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm trying to organize four weeks worth of meals along with a corresponding grocery shopping list, so I can simplify the process of getting food on the table. I'll likely vary the side dishes, but since dh and the kids tend to prefer the same meals on a consistent basis I'm hoping this will give me a much-needed break in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finalizing this week's menu, and will be posting it tomorrow. At this point I'm not planning meals for breakfasts and lunches, since the kids tend to rotate through about five meals over a two week period. It's going to be interesting to see how the plan matches reality, once I get it all figured out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-6247658208752943940?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/6247658208752943940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=6247658208752943940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6247658208752943940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6247658208752943940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/03/meal-planning.html' title='Meal planning'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-5723563408440766238</id><published>2008-03-19T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:16:39.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sweet boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary pleasures'/><title type='text'>Bottlecap necklace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/R-E8PBDX4-I/AAAAAAAAADU/epqXSWCbr6k/s1600-h/100_4401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179487275131069410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/R-E8PBDX4-I/AAAAAAAAADU/epqXSWCbr6k/s320/100_4401.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/2603934846782965185-5723563408440766238?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/5723563408440766238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=5723563408440766238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/5723563408440766238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/5723563408440766238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/03/bottlecap-necklace.html' title='Bottlecap necklace'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/R-E8PBDX4-I/AAAAAAAAADU/epqXSWCbr6k/s72-c/100_4401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-1077947739619797004</id><published>2008-03-18T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:24:43.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maranatha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about these things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being me'/><title type='text'>Fajitas and the Sovereignty of God</title><content type='html'>Tonight our family went out for a celebratory dinner, having completed a transaction that ended an unfortunate association. We went to &lt;a href="http://www.themayan.com/"&gt;The Mayan&lt;/a&gt;, a restaurant with "Mayan" cliff divers acting out hyperbolic dramas and randomly diving, jumping, and falling into the safely chlorinated pool below their rocky stage. The kids love it, and dh and I have taken them there for birthdays and when family visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was the first time we've been since the place was renovated and the menu revamped. They no longer serve fajitas, but have a dish called something like Fajita Adventure, which I guess is supposed to be a classier take on fajitas. Instead of the classic flavors and sides, it had poblano peppers and onions, a black bean and corn salsa, a side of some kind of rice pilaf, and a dab of sour cream and picante sauce. No lettuce or cheese, no guacamole, and the steak didn't have the classic fajita seasonings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried not be negative, but dh could tell that I wasn't really enjoying it. And then he said something that really struck me. He said that he didn't want me ordering fajitas anymore when we went out, because they always fell short of the fajitas at El Rodeo and I was always disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Rodeo was a little Mexican restaurant in our hometown. Their food was sensational, and I have so many good memories of meals eaten there with friends and family. Some pivotal moments in my life happened in that place, full of the smells of good food and the sound of happy conversations and the cook in the kitchen, singing along with the Mexican radio station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some unfortunate business decisions led to the restaurant closing, and ever since then I've been on a fruitless search for a fajita that can bring me back to El Rodeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I realized tonight, though, was that even when I do find that perfect fajita once again, it still won't bring back the place that I loved, with its corner booth and carnival music. That place is gone forever. The last time I visited my hometown, the former restaurant was being used as a Pilates studio. I wondered as I drove past if the diligent people excercising there ever caught a hint of freshly made tortilla chips and salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my home. And what's funny is, if I were home right now I'd still be missing parts of that home that no longer exist. Restaurants shut down. People move away. Relationships change, sometimes radically. Churches close their doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children have already learned the lament of missing our old house, missing Grandpa and Grandma, missing their aunts and uncles. And as I tell them, so, too, I remind myself: where we live now is a good place, we'll see the people we love again, and God is on His throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of these things came as a suprise to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a good fajita recipe. By the time summer rolls around, I intend to have a killer version of my very own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-1077947739619797004?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/1077947739619797004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=1077947739619797004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/1077947739619797004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/1077947739619797004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/03/tonight-our-family-went-out-for.html' title='Fajitas and the Sovereignty of God'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-26799727900496084</id><published>2008-03-16T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:54:14.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about these things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='under the weather'/><title type='text'>Black Sunday</title><content type='html'>Fifteen years ago or so, a good friend of mine dubbed Palm Sunday "Black Sunday" because of the lousy run we'd had for a couple of years on that particular day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was not on the same level as some of those truly terrible days, but it wasn't easy, either. Between the two littlest having rotten colds and dh needing to put in some overtime, we decided to skip church today. That always starts our week out wrong--the whole week just seems off kilter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're in the midst of so many things right now, stressful and joyless, that I wonder sometimes if we're in a permanent state instead of a season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it all off, it snowed again last night. Winter doesn't want to let go of us, this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am focusing on the good things:  I'm so grateful that my children are safe and, beyond a case of the sniffles, healthy. Dh's job is a blessing, an affirmation once again that God loves us and provides for our needs. I've been in closer contact with my extended family over the last couple of months, and once again I've been reminded of how blessed I am to be a part of my large, loud, grace-filled but snarky, and even sometimes cranky family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As winter holds on I'm looking forward to next Sunday, and Easter, and the reason for my hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-26799727900496084?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/26799727900496084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=26799727900496084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/26799727900496084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/26799727900496084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/03/black-sunday.html' title='Black Sunday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-193704972982461866</id><published>2008-03-13T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T23:04:30.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sweet boy'/><title type='text'>My Hero</title><content type='html'>Today my 8yo daughter came running to inform me that there was a spider in the entryway. She and I agree that spiders are icky, and the boys (either dh or the twins) take care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I concentrate on keeping from squeaking, because, really, a grown woman should be past all that silliness. Nevermind the fact that spiders just completely squig me out--I'm trying not to pass that on to my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the big boys were busy doing something--building robots or lego towers or some such important thing. Dh was at work. The spider was at the other end of the house, and I told my daughter to just keep away from it, and we'd get one of her brothers to deal with it in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my 4yo son proudly informed me that he had killed the spider. Or, more precisely, Buzz Lightyear had squished the spider with his foot. And my heart exploded just a little with love for my sweet boy, who used complete sentences and words I'd never before heard him attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 4yo son is significantly delayed in his speech. He doesn't meet the asinine  requirements our  insurance company has in place for qualifying for speech therapy, and our local school district can only offer placing him in a special-ed preschool, which we have declined. Dh and I work with him ourselves, and we've seen significant improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I worry. Sometimes I think that's just a part of being a mother, that I worry about my children, the challenges ahead of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I remember that, as a believer, I am to put my trust in the Lord no matter what cares or burdens I am carrying. I remember, but I can't always quite do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 4yo son is now able to say the word "squished." What's more, he is the brave defender of his big sister and his mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His future is looking brighter and brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'll post a picture when I can. Our camera port is having technical difficulties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-193704972982461866?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/193704972982461866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=193704972982461866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/193704972982461866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/193704972982461866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-hero.html' title='My Hero'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-245193883260229191</id><published>2008-03-12T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T07:26:29.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the little guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><title type='text'>He has things to say, now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/R9fnxhDX49I/AAAAAAAAADM/EVGtRG59q3s/s1600-h/100_4514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176861134557799378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/R9fnxhDX49I/AAAAAAAAADM/EVGtRG59q3s/s320/100_4514.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/2603934846782965185-245193883260229191?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/245193883260229191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=245193883260229191' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/245193883260229191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/245193883260229191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/03/he-has-things-to-say-now.html' title='He has things to say, now'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/R9fnxhDX49I/AAAAAAAAADM/EVGtRG59q3s/s72-c/100_4514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-145018304727387323</id><published>2008-03-08T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T21:21:35.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about these things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the three bigs'/><title type='text'>Rejoice with me!</title><content type='html'>My three oldest children became Christians tonight!  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last several weeks, my three bigs have been asking probing questions about faith, sin, forgiveness, and what it means to be a Christian. Over the last two weeks we have been learning about the Creation in our Bible time, and then yesterday we began learning about the Fall. It's not the first time they've heard these stories, but they have been connecting the dots in ways I've not seen before.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dh and I had a conversation earlier this week about all this, and agreed that we wanted to be careful not to push them in any way. It's important to us that they make this decision themselves, and not because they think they should.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight at dinner, my 8yodd asked dh if there were more people in heaven or in hell. To answer her, dh opened the door to our basement 3 or 4 inches, and explained what the word "narrow" means. Then we went out to the garage, and he opened the big door to our driveway, and talked about how wide that door was, and how we could go through every door in our house, and hundreds besides, but never be able to get into our basement unless we went through that one door. We sat down at the table again, and talked about how Jesus is the Way, the Truth, and the Life. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our three oldest had many, many questions about all this, and really started pressing us about specifics: What is the path exactly? How does someone become a Christian? What does it mean to confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord? How does this fit in with asking Jesus to forgive us when we've sinned? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, dh asked them if they wanted to pray right now. They all said, Yeah! So we sat together on the couch, and dh talk with them for quite a while about how this was forever, that for the rest of their lives and beyond, they will belong to God. Then he lead them in a prayer. (Our 4yods chimed in, too.)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a bit teary-eyed. I called my parents a while ago, and they were thrilled. Both of them were the first believers in their families, and for them to now see their children's children come to Christ is an awesome thing.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a very, very good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-145018304727387323?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/145018304727387323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=145018304727387323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/145018304727387323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/145018304727387323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/03/rejoice-with-me.html' title='Rejoice with me!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-2075705213694252682</id><published>2008-03-06T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T15:47:56.736-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colors make me happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aquiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ordinary pleasures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in my garden'/><title type='text'>Looking ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/R9B6ARio0aI/AAAAAAAAADE/QOZcyM1FwWI/s1600-h/100_4533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174770116975972770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/R9B6ARio0aI/AAAAAAAAADE/QOZcyM1FwWI/s320/100_4533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's grocery shopping trip resulted in a bit of an impulse buy, a fistful of hope in the midst of winter. Aren't those colors beautiful?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been planning on putting in a garden this year. The previous owners had a garden in the side yard, and with our houseful of veggie-lovers, a garden is a necessity. We've had to forgo planting a garden for the last several years that we were living in a rental, and last year my pregnancy kept me low-energy, so we didn't have one even though we now own again.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our house in Oregon came with several raised beds, and included mature raspberry canes, current bushes, and a rhubarb patch. We really enjoyed having our very own tomatoes and carrots, peppers and carrots. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I'm planning on checking out the book &lt;em&gt;Square Foot Gardening&lt;/em&gt; and following the author's plan for compactly using our garden space. I'm by no means an expert, and this will be my first year gardening in Utah, so I want as much advice as I can get. I wonder if there's a county extension service in Salt Lake County? Hmmmm....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's purchases included two varieties each of beans and peas, carrots, cucumbers, pumpkins, summer squash (yellow and zucchini), radishes, green onion, a lettuce sampler, cherry and slicing tomatoes. This will be my first time starting my own tomatoes, and I'm excited to try it. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mostly, though, I'm excited to remember that Spring is on its way, and that by gardening, I get to participate in the new life of the season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-2075705213694252682?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/2075705213694252682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=2075705213694252682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2075705213694252682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2075705213694252682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/03/looking-ahead.html' title='Looking ahead'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/R9B6ARio0aI/AAAAAAAAADE/QOZcyM1FwWI/s72-c/100_4533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-5129319729368322568</id><published>2008-03-05T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T12:16:37.633-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><title type='text'>Last Saturday--not spring yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/R87_bRio0ZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SbOrLSC7Ab4/s1600-h/100_4524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174353865925513618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/R87_bRio0ZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SbOrLSC7Ab4/s320/100_4524.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/2603934846782965185-5129319729368322568?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/5129319729368322568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=5129319729368322568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/5129319729368322568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/5129319729368322568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-saturday-not-spring-yet.html' title='Last Saturday--not spring yet'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/R87_bRio0ZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/SbOrLSC7Ab4/s72-c/100_4524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-2881808820169302242</id><published>2008-03-04T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:53:46.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being me'/><title type='text'>Look! My first meme!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;100 Questions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Do you like blue cheese?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it. I especially love the big containers of bleu cheese dressing we pick up at Sam's Club--that stuff is great over a salad or with buffalo wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Have you ever read a book in one sitting?&lt;/strong&gt; Ummm...yeah. In fact, one of the most difficult things for me to accept about parenting is that I no longer have the option to just sit and read the day away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Do you own a gun?&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Your favorite song?&lt;/strong&gt; Right now it's probably &lt;em&gt;Here is Our King&lt;/em&gt;, by David Crowder Band. I also love the song &lt;em&gt;We Live&lt;/em&gt;, by Superchick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments?&lt;/strong&gt; Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What do you think of hot dogs?&lt;/strong&gt; My kids just had them for lunch. I'm not a huge fan unless they're grilled, preferably Hebrew Nation all beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Favorite Christmas song?&lt;/strong&gt; Secular--Carol of the Bells. Sacred--Oh, Holy Night. Silly--Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;/strong&gt; Hot chai tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Can you do push-ups?&lt;/strong&gt; Heh. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Favorite thing about the person who sent this to you?&lt;/strong&gt; Chautona posted this on HearthKeepers, so I'm calling her the person who sent it. I love that she's real. And I can still wear the dresses she made me six years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What's your favorite piece of jewelry?&lt;/strong&gt; The ring dh gave me for Christmas two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Favorite hobby?&lt;/strong&gt; Scrapbooking. Nothing else even comes close...although I am enjoying blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Do you put butter on your popcorn?&lt;/strong&gt; What's the point in eating popcorn without butter? Why even bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Do you have A.D.D.?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't really think I--Look! Something shiny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What one trait do you hate about yourself?&lt;/strong&gt; Lack of follow-through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Middle Name(s):&lt;/strong&gt; Rachael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Name three thoughts right now:&lt;/strong&gt; I really don't like these oversized dill pickles. I wonder if dh can make it home in time to go out tonight, since we have a sitter. I wish Spring would come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Name 3 things you bought yesterday.&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing. Last time I went shopping, grapes, breakfast cereal, and mung bean sprouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Name 3 things you drink on a regular basis.&lt;/strong&gt; Not including water, diet Coke, chai tea, Mother's Milk tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Current worry right now?&lt;/strong&gt; Dh's job situation and the stress that bleeds over into our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Current hate right now?&lt;/strong&gt; Reality tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Favorite place to be?&lt;/strong&gt; The Oregon Coast, my parents' house, and my very own kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. How did you bring in the New Year?&lt;/strong&gt; Sleeping. What can I say? I'm old....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Where would you like to go?&lt;/strong&gt; China, Britain, Chile, Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Name three people who will complete this? &lt;/strong&gt;Probably no one, since I don't think too many folks read my little blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Do you own slippers?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope. If my feet are cold, I put on socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. What shirt are you wearing?&lt;/strong&gt; Red v-neck t-shirt with small button detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets?&lt;/strong&gt; Ick--no, I can't stand them. I love flannel sheets in the winter, though, and then crisp cotton in the spring and summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Can you whistle?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Favorite color?&lt;/strong&gt; Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Would you be a pirate?&lt;/strong&gt; Only if I could be a pirate who doesn't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. What songs do you sing in the shower?&lt;/strong&gt; Lots of praise songs. Some hymns, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Favorite girl's name?&lt;/strong&gt; That I haven't already used, Eleanor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Favorite boy's name?&lt;/strong&gt; Heh. After having five sons of my own and eight nephews, we've used all my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. What's in your pocket right now?&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe some lint?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Last thing that made you laugh?&lt;/strong&gt; My daughter saying "Gobble, gobble" when I called her a turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Best bed sheets as a child?&lt;/strong&gt; I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Worst injury you've ever had?&lt;/strong&gt; Breaking my arm while roller skating a week after finishing fifth grade. It was lousy to spend the summer in a cast, hot and itchy and no swimming, my favorite thing to do. Plus, I got the cast off just before sixth grade, so I didn't even get to show off my cast and get my friends to sign it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Do you love where you live?&lt;/strong&gt; I love my house. I don't love where I live, but it's where we need to be for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. How many TVs do you have in your house?&lt;/strong&gt; Two, one in the family room and one in our bedroom. But since we dropped our satelite service, our bedroom tv hasn't been useable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Who is your loudest friend?&lt;/strong&gt; Probably my dh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. How many dogs do you have?&lt;/strong&gt; None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Does someone have a crush on you?&lt;/strong&gt; I think my little guy lurves me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. What is your favorite book?&lt;/strong&gt; Um...only one? That's like choosing my favorite child...&lt;em&gt;The Jesus I Never Knew, Persuasion, Ender's Game, A Severe Mercy, The Making of the Atomic Bomb, gods in Alabama, I Know This Much is True, Shards of Honor, The Ragamuffin Gospel, Desiring God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. What is your favorite candy?&lt;/strong&gt; Peanut M&amp;amp;Ms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Favorite Sports Team?&lt;/strong&gt; Boston Red Sox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. What song do you want played at your funeral.&lt;/strong&gt; It is Well With My Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. What were you doing 12 AM last night?&lt;/strong&gt; Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?&lt;/strong&gt; It is too early to be awake, baby--go back to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. Do you have a dishwasher?&lt;/strong&gt; yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Is your living room carpeted or does it have hardwood floors?&lt;/strong&gt; Carpet, sadly. I miss the hardwood floors of our house in Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. What room is your computer in?&lt;/strong&gt; The kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. Are there pictures hanging in your living room?&lt;/strong&gt; One, a painting of an ocean storm by dh's dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55. What personality trait gets on your nerves the most?&lt;/strong&gt; Hypersensitivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. What decade were you born in?&lt;/strong&gt; The 70's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. Do you like to entertain?&lt;/strong&gt; I like having over people for casual things--grilling out, things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57. What were you doing exactly an hour ago?&lt;/strong&gt; Homeschooling my three bigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. Do you like to wear hats?&lt;/strong&gt; Ball caps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59. Last thing you read?&lt;/strong&gt; My Simple Scrapbooks magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60. Favorite website?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hearthkeepers.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.hearthkeepers.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. Last person you emailed?&lt;/strong&gt; A friend from church about the kids' upcoming soccer team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. Last person who emailed you?&lt;/strong&gt; That same friend, letting me know where she buys shin guards for her kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. Do you own any season DVDs?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope. We have Netflix instant downloads, so we don't need to own our favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Last thing you ate?&lt;/strong&gt; Baby carrots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. Favorite toy as a child?&lt;/strong&gt; My doll, Pushka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66. Have you ever ridden on a train.&lt;/strong&gt; I went cross-country on the train when I moved home from Boston back to the Portland, Oregon area. I was thrilled to be coming home, but the four day trip was more than exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67. Favorite subject in school?&lt;/strong&gt; English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68. What do you see out your window?&lt;/strong&gt; More snow. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Baths or showers?&lt;/strong&gt; Who has time to take a bath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70. Name of favorite cousin?&lt;/strong&gt; Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. Worst movie you ever saw?&lt;/strong&gt; Se7en.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. Biggest change this past year?&lt;/strong&gt; Dh's diabetes diagnosis. Oh, and we had another baby. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73. What hurts you the most?&lt;/strong&gt; Seperation from people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74. Biggest regret?&lt;/strong&gt; Sin. I'm just too good at it. Disgusting isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;75. Person from your childhood that you remember most fondly?&lt;/strong&gt; My sixth grade teacher, Mrs. Geary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;76. What is the third digit of your current weight?&lt;/strong&gt; 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. How many personal snail mail notes or letters have you sent in the past month?&lt;/strong&gt; 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Favorite form of art?&lt;/strong&gt; Pottery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Worst date you ever had?&lt;/strong&gt; A very ugly evening last fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Second favorite color?&lt;/strong&gt; Orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79. Have you ever met anyone in person that you had first met online?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80. Funniest person you know?&lt;/strong&gt; My dh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;81. Last word you googled?&lt;/strong&gt; dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. Favorite author?&lt;/strong&gt; Living non-fiction--Philip Yancey. Living fiction--Orson Scott Card. Dead non-fiction--C.S. Lewis. Dead fiction--Jane Austen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83. Favorite fictional character?&lt;/strong&gt; Ender Wiggins, from Orson Scott Card's &lt;em&gt;Ender's Game&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Last time you ate out?&lt;/strong&gt; Sunday after church. Cheap Italian at Fazoli's--very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85. The hardest thing you have ever done?&lt;/strong&gt; Homeschooling three children who are not yet fluent readers while caring for an infant, a toddler, and a preschooler. Keeping a household running and everyone clothed and fed. Being a support to my dh in the midst of some extreme stress and difficulty. Doing all of the above while dealing with postpartum depression. Oh, wait, I'm doing all that right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86. Talent you wish you had?&lt;/strong&gt; I wish I could write like the authors I love to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87. Are you a good cook?&lt;/strong&gt; I'm okay. I'm working on getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. How do you like your eggs?&lt;/strong&gt; Fried, with a runny yolk and toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;89. Favorite vegetable?&lt;/strong&gt; Artichokes and broccoli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90. Are you a good speller?&lt;/strong&gt; I'm okay. I can usually tell if something is spelled incorrectly, but I can't always spell it right. And it's a visual thing for me--I have to see it written down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. What should you be doing right now?&lt;/strong&gt; Sitting in the kitchen while my kids finish school for the day, so I'm doing what I should be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92. Pet Peeve:&lt;/strong&gt; People who don't parent their children, but let them run wild in public. And then ignore their little Fifi trying to wake my sleeping baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Who is your hero?&lt;/strong&gt; Elisabeth Elliot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94. Nicest thing that happened to you today?&lt;/strong&gt; Our friends who we trade babysitting with are coming over this evening to hang with our kids so dh and I can go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;95. Favorite way to eat a potato?&lt;/strong&gt; In potato soup. Or baked, with butter, sour cream, bacon, and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96. Do you have a blog?&lt;/strong&gt; Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;97. Is your hair long or short?&lt;/strong&gt; Short. And I'm not really happy with it, so I'm growing it out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. What did you do last night?&lt;/strong&gt; Hung out with the kids and dh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. Are you glad this is about done?&lt;/strong&gt; Um, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100. Favorite question?&lt;/strong&gt; Are you glad this is about done...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-2881808820169302242?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/2881808820169302242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=2881808820169302242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2881808820169302242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/2881808820169302242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/03/look-my-first-meme.html' title='Look! My first meme!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-3920083491694010070</id><published>2008-03-03T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T15:35:35.725-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being me'/><title type='text'>The end of the world, as I knew it</title><content type='html'>Thirty years ago today, my life changed forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother was born, and his arrival marked the end of my existence as an only child. At four and a half, I was old enough to realize that things were different. But a child of four cannot comprehend what a difference having siblings will mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, my seven siblings have been one of the three greatest gifts my parents gave me. (The other two were their love for each other and a love of God and his Word.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, I didn't always appreciate having siblings, especially since they were so much younger than I. But as we've grown up, I've been so grateful to have sisters and brothers who were raised in the same home, laugh at the same in-jokes, and share an appreciation for camping, the Oregon Coast, Bob's teriyaki chicken (all except our vegetarian brother, who makes a mean stirfry), books, 24, and Tillamook cheddar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm wishing a happy 30th birthday to my brother today. He ruined my life--and made it ten times better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-3920083491694010070?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/3920083491694010070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=3920083491694010070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3920083491694010070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3920083491694010070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/03/end-of-word-as-i-knew-it.html' title='The end of the world, as I knew it'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-3945311693685986211</id><published>2008-03-03T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T14:47:13.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school in a full house'/><title type='text'>We can read!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/R8xsihMpIwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lGypmQBXpv8/s1600-h/100_4526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173629412224606978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/R8xsihMpIwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lGypmQBXpv8/s320/100_4526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today marks a momentous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt;: the day my three oldest children officially became readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been working on their sight words and using their phonics lessons to learn how to sound out what they don't recognize, and today it all came together as they each read the first story in their readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so happy I could cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has not come easily. My daughter has struggled in learning to read, and because she is the oldest our entire experience of homeschooling thus far has been frustrating, to say the least. We're on our fourth phonics curriculum. And I'm afraid that in my concern that my daughter not be the last reader among our three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bigs&lt;/span&gt; I've held back my two boys, who have been ready to take off for some time, now. Even today, my daughter struggled and hesitated, needing several minutes to decode the pages while my boys read the text easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to watch her fight for what came so easily to me. I was an early, strong, voracious reader. I can't remember a time when I did not love books. But it seems that my daughter takes after her Daddy, who also struggled with reading in his early elementary years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tomorrow we'll be reading the next story in our readers, and will continue on in the days that follow. And hopefully by the end of our school year, I'll have three children who love books and reading, and have moved beyond learning the mechanics to being fluent readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-3945311693685986211?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/3945311693685986211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=3945311693685986211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3945311693685986211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/3945311693685986211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-can-read.html' title='We can read!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/R8xsihMpIwI/AAAAAAAAAC0/lGypmQBXpv8/s72-c/100_4526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603934846782965185.post-6990489127810866742</id><published>2008-02-29T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T22:52:31.050-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about these things'/><title type='text'>Solace</title><content type='html'>May all who seek you&lt;br /&gt;    rejoice and be glad in you!&lt;br /&gt;    May those who love your salvation say evermore,&lt;br /&gt;    "God is great!"&lt;br /&gt;But I am poor and needy;&lt;br /&gt;    hasten to me, O God!&lt;br /&gt;    You are my help and my deliverer;&lt;br /&gt;    O LORD, do not delay!&lt;br /&gt;    Psalm 70:4-5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2603934846782965185-6990489127810866742?l=yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/feeds/6990489127810866742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2603934846782965185&amp;postID=6990489127810866742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6990489127810866742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2603934846782965185/posts/default/6990489127810866742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yesourhandsarefull.blogspot.com/2008/02/solace.html' title='Solace'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599641879134345180</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7eaX4MlzOLE/SnnayH9B-mI/AAAAAAAAALE/1N2J8V40kRw/S220/100_7041edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
