<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881849987745339785</id><updated>2009-12-10T14:43:20.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BE THANKFUL ALWAYS!!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>KarliSue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426510362121022682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881849987745339785.post-7744177414645289686</id><published>2009-12-03T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:37:00.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pixies, Santa, bullies, and boyfriends......</title><content type='html'>Well the day after Thanksgiving the Pixies come and visit our home.  They will randomly inspect your bedroom and make sure it is clean.  They might listen in and make sure you are being nice to your brothers and sisters.  If you pass the test they will leave you a small gift or treat under your pillow.  Then they fly back to the North Pole and report to Santa.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids really get into pixies.  They are fantastic at keeping their bedrooms clean and if a fight starts I can almost guarantee someone yelling out "If you don't stop the pixies won't come!"  The other night the pixies didn't come and apparently it was my fault because as I was leaving the kids bedroom I knocked Karston's backpack on the floor.  They now tell me each night as I leave to watch what I am doing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Sunday we wrote our letters to Santa then threw them into the fire.  Karston told us all that we have to throw our letters to Santa in the fire then they turn into smoke and float to the North Pole where Santa magically puts them back together.  He said its faster then the mail.  In my mind all I was thinking is he must have just watched Mary Poppins.  But, when I asked him about it he said he has never seen Mary Poppins.  Oh well, I thought it was a fun and cute idea.  Maybe we will make it a tradition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the other day Karston comes home and he has lost a tooth.  He told me he got punched in the face and his tooth came out.  I was kinda taken back because I never received a phone call, or a note explaining what happened.  I asked Karston what had happened.  He explained to me that there is this boy (who will remain nameless) who is mean.  Him and his friends run away from him.  Well, on that particular day this boy was teasing 2 of Karston's friends.  Karston stepped in and began to tease this boy back (I talked to Karston about this) I guess the boy who was teasing Karston's friends got frustrated and punched Karston in the face knocking out his tooth!  They were all sent to the principals office where they had a lecture on being friends.  I talked to Karston about teasing (this is weird because Karston is so shy I really can't imagine him doing this but, maybe he saves it all for school) the next day all the boys involved were not allowed to go out to recess.  Hopefully a good lesson learned.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh you have to see the note Karston wrote the tooth fairy.  It simply said.  I lost my tooth at school I can't find it.  Please leave money with a $10.00 bill drawn (ya in his dreams)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To keep life exciting Kiana comes home letting me know not one but, two boys have confessed their love for her.  She asked what she should do since she is still engaged to Ammon  (wow she is devoted) I laughed and told her to tell them she can't have a boyfriend until she is 25 and that they need to wait until then.  She rolled her eyes at me when I said this, and walked into the other room.  I am so looking forward to the teenage years.  I'm going to have to tie that cute little girl up and keep her safe in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1881849987745339785-7744177414645289686?l=bethankfulalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/feeds/7744177414645289686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1881849987745339785&amp;postID=7744177414645289686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/7744177414645289686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/7744177414645289686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/2009/12/pixies-santa-bullies-and-boyfriends.html' title='Pixies, Santa, bullies, and boyfriends......'/><author><name>KarliSue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426510362121022682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07830968639074409669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881849987745339785.post-199871464143447445</id><published>2009-11-29T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:05:33.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bethankful ALWAYS!...No matter what right!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SxglyYt2L-I/AAAAAAAABRQ/D8xME907NMU/s1600-h/DSC02371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SxglyYt2L-I/AAAAAAAABRQ/D8xME907NMU/s400/DSC02371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411116499844083682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I really haven't blogged in a long time.  So much has happened and I feel a little overwhelmed with the thought of trying to catch up.  So here it goes.......................&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those long time blog followers you would think nothing would be off limits for me to write about.  I have blogged about the deepest emotions and the most tender of times.  This blog is one I have wanted to write about but, have put off because of its personal nature.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past summer has been one of trial and of many lessons learned.  I have truly come to the realization that through each experience we go through there are lessons to be learned.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Among the many lessons learned there are a few that stand out to me that I would like to share with each of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First lesson is,  there is a purpose in everything.  This summer we sold my home in "my neighborhood" this was a huge challenge for me to overcome.  I loved my neighbors, friends, and ward.  I felt safe and at home in my house.  It had become my sanctuary.  I knew we needed to sell the house.  But, I prayed that it wouldn't sell because I didn't want to leave.  In June when the house sold Jeremy and I faced some HUGE financial difficulties.  Because of these difficulties I ended up moving in with Jeremy's parents.  I was so overwhelmed with everything.  I was pregnant, feeling depressed about leaving my house and friends, facing some financial difficulties, my husband was thousands of miles away, and I was taking my 3 kids and moving in with my in-laws.  What purpose was in this??  I tried to stay positive but, it was difficult at times.   I truly could not see any light at the end of my tunnel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really felt like things were getting worse instead of better.  As most of you know later that summer I was in a car accident and a few weeks later had Kendrick 5 weeks early.  After having Kendrick I kinda went into a depression of sorts.  Kendrick wasn't sleeping well at night and it was really hard to even want to get ready each day. I just wasn't feeling well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So weeks went on and Jeremy still was without a job.  I was still without any sleep and the stress between the two of us was reaching a all time high.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wondered what would happen next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next week Jeremy started at a fantastic new job.  The job paid well, and has amazing benefits that started day one.  I felt like things were starting to look up.  I really tried to be happy and positive.  But, I was really fighting some emotions in my head.  I just felt so yucky!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I went into my Dr. for my 6 week apt. I told him (as hard as it was) how I was feeling and some of my symptoms.  He told me I was experiencing postpartum depression.  He told me like most women lack of sleep and stress can heighten this along with hormones being totally out of whack! He prescribed me a small dose of Zoloft and said this should help me get through each day and what ever life throws at me.  I was very hesitant in taking this medication because, I don't like meds for one thing and it just made me feel so weak like I couldn't handle life the way i was supposed too.  I felt so disappointed in myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went home from this appointment and did not go to fill my prescription (just out of pure pride.)  I was determined to handle this myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a week later I got a call from my Doctors office.  Some of the results of some tests they ran at my 6 week apt. came back and they would like to do further testing.  They let me know what we were looking at and all the possibilities.  I was a little freaked out.  I actually went into my bathroom and just cried.  What was going on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went into the Dr. the following week to run more tests.  It was a emotional Dr apt. I admitted that I hadn't started the anti-depression anti-anxiety medication.  The Dr. began to explain that it wasn't a weakness and that my life would benefit from this small help.  The Dr also explained what he felt like I had.  This was all just professional opinion.  We wanted to wait for the medical tests came back to make any final diagnosis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for the results was scary but, weird enough starting this medication was scarier.  I was so worried.  I started the meds and amazingly enough they totally worked!!!  I felt so much better.  I felt like my old self again.  It was fantastic!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple more days past and I went in to receive my medical diagnosis.  It was what the Dr thought.  I was so scared but, after talking with the Dr I knew this would not stop me or get me down.  We caught everything early enough that we could stop it before it got any worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after a couple treatments everything looks GREAT for the time being.  I will go back in around March and make sure everything is normal.  If everything is normal then I can spread it out even further!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When all of this happened I was able to look back and realize how I was blessed.  My house selling was a blessing because I was unable to afford to make the payments, getting in a car accident was a blessing because it saved my Kendrick's little life, living with my in-laws has been a blessing because we have been able to keep up with bills and they have been here to help out all of the time!, not having a car has been good because I get exercise walking everywhere and I can't go anywhere during the day so I save a lot of money!, going to the Dr and admitting that I needed help coping with each day has been a huge blessing because I now have some tools that will help balance what I can't, Jeremy quitting his job and being job less for a time then finding a new job with amazing benefits was a blessing because we now really need those benefits,  having to deal with life and its changes, trials, and difficulties has been a blessing because I know it will make me stronger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful each and everyday for the life I have and the lessons I learn.  Each experience we go through is for our good!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week we are moving out of my in-laws and into a house.  I'm excited because its across the street from the church, just a few blocks from the school, just a few blocks from the pediatricians office, and just under a mile to the grocery store.  I can walk everywhere.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life always has its ups and downs.  It truly is hard to see the ups when we feel so far down.  I want all of you to know that I know that we can make it through anything.  If you are feeling down know you are not alone.  Don't ever feel ashamed to share your experiences.  I can guarantee someone around you has felt the same way you have before and together we will all make it through this crazy journey we call life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1881849987745339785-199871464143447445?l=bethankfulalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/feeds/199871464143447445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1881849987745339785&amp;postID=199871464143447445' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/199871464143447445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/199871464143447445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/2009/11/bethankful-alwaysno-matter-what-right.html' title='Bethankful ALWAYS!...No matter what right!!'/><author><name>KarliSue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426510362121022682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07830968639074409669'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SxglyYt2L-I/AAAAAAAABRQ/D8xME907NMU/s72-c/DSC02371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881849987745339785.post-2194597228834145159</id><published>2009-11-12T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T10:26:13.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxO9w5BIYI/AAAAAAAABRI/fJDkr1AN2Iw/s1600-h/DSC02590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxO9w5BIYI/AAAAAAAABRI/fJDkr1AN2Iw/s400/DSC02590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403280475940790658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karston at his soccer game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxO9TymIDI/AAAAAAAABRA/9Sq1TNAmGZk/s1600-h/DSC02596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxO9TymIDI/AAAAAAAABRA/9Sq1TNAmGZk/s400/DSC02596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403280468129226802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kiana watching Karston's soccer game upside down??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxORJsDtaI/AAAAAAAABQ4/-6gLurw_2KU/s1600-h/DSC02616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxORJsDtaI/AAAAAAAABQ4/-6gLurw_2KU/s400/DSC02616.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403279709503206818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desnond eating his peanut butter sandwich don't ask me how he makes such a mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxOQkN6XZI/AAAAAAAABQw/Xk8wjEkHmEg/s1600-h/DSC02621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxOQkN6XZI/AAAAAAAABQw/Xk8wjEkHmEg/s400/DSC02621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403279699444653458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kendrick asleep on Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxMHOByZ4I/AAAAAAAABQo/oFCC4kTbxAk/s1600-h/DSC02640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxMHOByZ4I/AAAAAAAABQo/oFCC4kTbxAk/s400/DSC02640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403277339846141826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desmond writing Uncle Ky a letter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxMGugHnkI/AAAAAAAABQg/XdH4g0nmURI/s1600-h/DSC02641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxMGugHnkI/AAAAAAAABQg/XdH4g0nmURI/s400/DSC02641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403277331383426626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kiana winking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxMFysfgxI/AAAAAAAABQY/pmji1z8J8iU/s1600-h/DSC02650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxMFysfgxI/AAAAAAAABQY/pmji1z8J8iU/s400/DSC02650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403277315329196818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;UEA at the Monte Bean Museum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxMFYK1HUI/AAAAAAAABQQ/kpwle6y1Kqs/s1600-h/DSC02652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxMFYK1HUI/AAAAAAAABQQ/kpwle6y1Kqs/s400/DSC02652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403277308208684354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxK6YsHWFI/AAAAAAAABQI/rqABMkC-Zh4/s1600-h/DSC02653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxK6YsHWFI/AAAAAAAABQI/rqABMkC-Zh4/s400/DSC02653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403276019858102354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fries at Burger Supreme during UEA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxK537GmqI/AAAAAAAABQA/_YNcn5pt-0c/s1600-h/DSC02656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxK537GmqI/AAAAAAAABQA/_YNcn5pt-0c/s400/DSC02656.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403276011062598306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxK5X8LBFI/AAAAAAAABP4/P0R9Y2T6ttk/s1600-h/DSC02661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxK5X8LBFI/AAAAAAAABP4/P0R9Y2T6ttk/s400/DSC02661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403276002477147218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.25 CENT ice cream cones during UEA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxK4_13N8I/AAAAAAAABPw/CkLQWmo1BIk/s1600-h/DSC02658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxK4_13N8I/AAAAAAAABPw/CkLQWmo1BIk/s400/DSC02658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403275996008232898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxK4c_fMKI/AAAAAAAABPo/mOczY65s3PI/s1600-h/DSC02667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxK4c_fMKI/AAAAAAAABPo/mOczY65s3PI/s400/DSC02667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403275986653360290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxJluF5mDI/AAAAAAAABPg/SMCI0Q3xXn4/s1600-h/DSC02668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxJluF5mDI/AAAAAAAABPg/SMCI0Q3xXn4/s400/DSC02668.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403274565314517042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxJlF1z8BI/AAAAAAAABPY/-IRgxiWRV58/s1600-h/DSC02674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxJlF1z8BI/AAAAAAAABPY/-IRgxiWRV58/s400/DSC02674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403274554509619218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;science experiment with pop rocks during UEA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxJkhvwgtI/AAAAAAAABPQ/FPhHm7FMoxY/s1600-h/DSC02675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxJkhvwgtI/AAAAAAAABPQ/FPhHm7FMoxY/s400/DSC02675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403274544820552402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxJkM-OYHI/AAAAAAAABPI/XIWreBSAF1A/s1600-h/DSC02676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxJkM-OYHI/AAAAAAAABPI/XIWreBSAF1A/s400/DSC02676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403274539244085362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxJjkvk6-I/AAAAAAAABPA/YpabTfjTgcU/s1600-h/DSC02688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxJjkvk6-I/AAAAAAAABPA/YpabTfjTgcU/s400/DSC02688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403274528445230050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kendrick getting bigger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxIMz-WqaI/AAAAAAAABO4/MDGOnlpLiF8/s1600-h/DSC02691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxIMz-WqaI/AAAAAAAABO4/MDGOnlpLiF8/s400/DSC02691.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403273037885122978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Google eyes from Grandma Fetherston&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxIMlk6DtI/AAAAAAAABOw/-TJTPwAXRPU/s1600-h/DSC02694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxIMlk6DtI/AAAAAAAABOw/-TJTPwAXRPU/s400/DSC02694.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403273034020294354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spider Cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxIMHZyhGI/AAAAAAAABOo/8G0XZ-oOTEE/s1600-h/DSC02701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxIMHZyhGI/AAAAAAAABOo/8G0XZ-oOTEE/s400/DSC02701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403273025920599138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spaghetti with eyeball meat balls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxILjGxkdI/AAAAAAAABOg/QNiDU6quSa0/s1600-h/DSC02702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxILjGxkdI/AAAAAAAABOg/QNiDU6quSa0/s400/DSC02702.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403273016177168850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kiana ready for school the day before halloween&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxGLQU-7KI/AAAAAAAABOY/pTqID8Ndt5c/s1600-h/DSC02704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxGLQU-7KI/AAAAAAAABOY/pTqID8Ndt5c/s400/DSC02704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403270812113235106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxGKx_DMzI/AAAAAAAABOQ/4uDU-TF7zQQ/s1600-h/DSC02705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxGKx_DMzI/AAAAAAAABOQ/4uDU-TF7zQQ/s400/DSC02705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403270803968176946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxGKRSo7zI/AAAAAAAABOI/RFClN5lxAX8/s1600-h/DSC02708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxGKRSo7zI/AAAAAAAABOI/RFClN5lxAX8/s400/DSC02708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403270795191971634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desmond wanted to dress up too the day before Halloween&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxGJrRm_WI/AAAAAAAABOA/QZWMkhr1_OU/s1600-h/DSC02712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxGJrRm_WI/AAAAAAAABOA/QZWMkhr1_OU/s400/DSC02712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403270784987102562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He loves these glasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxGJLfGWDI/AAAAAAAABN4/krS-l88mz5c/s1600-h/DSC02713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxGJLfGWDI/AAAAAAAABN4/krS-l88mz5c/s400/DSC02713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403270776453748786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karston at school the day before Halloween&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxEW3kAXJI/AAAAAAAABNw/zAyK4RDa134/s1600-h/DSC02741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxEW3kAXJI/AAAAAAAABNw/zAyK4RDa134/s400/DSC02741.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403268812600532114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids pumpkins.  Can you guess whos is whos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxEWVzVWpI/AAAAAAAABNo/MmRXQ7n5H0g/s1600-h/DSC02723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxEWVzVWpI/AAAAAAAABNo/MmRXQ7n5H0g/s400/DSC02723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403268803538016914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kiana as a sasssy vampire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxEVwynLrI/AAAAAAAABNg/gFMHKMwE3rk/s1600-h/DSC02724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxEVwynLrI/AAAAAAAABNg/gFMHKMwE3rk/s400/DSC02724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403268793602879154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karst as Wolverine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxEVgT0uqI/AAAAAAAABNY/OcTtlykuyCs/s1600-h/DSC02725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxEVgT0uqI/AAAAAAAABNY/OcTtlykuyCs/s400/DSC02725.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403268789178776226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elmo Des&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxDH0QZpOI/AAAAAAAABNQ/laif3zXi6W8/s1600-h/DSC02729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxDH0QZpOI/AAAAAAAABNQ/laif3zXi6W8/s400/DSC02729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403267454503331042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ready to go out trick or treating with Romney and Kirstin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxDHceMG2I/AAAAAAAABNI/-JkfR4DGdiA/s1600-h/DSC02743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxDHceMG2I/AAAAAAAABNI/-JkfR4DGdiA/s400/DSC02743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403267448118713186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kendrick on Halloween (he just wanted to sleep)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxDG09ag8I/AAAAAAAABNA/JlM5HUEGffk/s1600-h/DSC02748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxDG09ag8I/AAAAAAAABNA/JlM5HUEGffk/s400/DSC02748.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403267437512262594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has doubled plus his birth weight!!  Good job &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxDGqZYYjI/AAAAAAAABM4/QmNshpQc3P4/s1600-h/DSC02756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxDGqZYYjI/AAAAAAAABM4/QmNshpQc3P4/s400/DSC02756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403267434676773426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1881849987745339785-2194597228834145159?l=bethankfulalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/feeds/2194597228834145159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1881849987745339785&amp;postID=2194597228834145159' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/2194597228834145159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/2194597228834145159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m still here.....'/><author><name>KarliSue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426510362121022682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07830968639074409669'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SvxO9w5BIYI/AAAAAAAABRI/fJDkr1AN2Iw/s72-c/DSC02590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881849987745339785.post-6417793864694903465</id><published>2009-09-06T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:57:13.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiana Singing her Favorite Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dede5748df90cf85" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAABjzXX0P2a8vxnDt-OvRPGCRepbbpHmHty4JYulaOroLO7k5XYoV43FB_bx0-8sPax1yJnY_4h69UkqAO0_qZci1Br48ynC5R8lkO1vU-t7cHZ1DyXFeY1zTseV2ubuTimbXUQLLX9LRJtsf-Vghvy-HOqkoTRzTQ-x3yxB2xaNnuupbwo5tMdyyYIpXS82wN6lAv0eBTuN3UYJLkCi2JQ_LnLE2g12_0LOjx5WINL66%26sigh%3DpKx79rNcBkW1PIf2veIIRS5TfK0%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddede5748df90cf85%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3Dtuuvb9-dKHC_XDUpKH6HuSYRijc&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAABjzXX0P2a8vxnDt-OvRPGCRepbbpHmHty4JYulaOroLO7k5XYoV43FB_bx0-8sPax1yJnY_4h69UkqAO0_qZci1Br48ynC5R8lkO1vU-t7cHZ1DyXFeY1zTseV2ubuTimbXUQLLX9LRJtsf-Vghvy-HOqkoTRzTQ-x3yxB2xaNnuupbwo5tMdyyYIpXS82wN6lAv0eBTuN3UYJLkCi2JQ_LnLE2g12_0LOjx5WINL66%26sigh%3DpKx79rNcBkW1PIf2veIIRS5TfK0%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddede5748df90cf85%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3Dtuuvb9-dKHC_XDUpKH6HuSYRijc&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Kiana singing her new favorite song.  It amazes me that she seems to pick up on songs so quickly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love listening to her sing!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kira I hope you love this I know how much you enjoy children singing!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1881849987745339785-6417793864694903465?l=bethankfulalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/feeds/6417793864694903465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1881849987745339785&amp;postID=6417793864694903465' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/6417793864694903465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/6417793864694903465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/2009/09/kiana-singing-her-favorite-song.html' title='Kiana Singing her Favorite Song'/><author><name>KarliSue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426510362121022682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07830968639074409669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881849987745339785.post-2965708329015944656</id><published>2009-09-04T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:06:52.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kendrick's First Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday Kendrick had his first professional photo shoot.  My friend Maria took these fantastic pictures!  It is always fun (for me at least) to get pictures of my kids taken!  I love pictures and the memories that come along with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maria is a very talented photographer! Please check out her blog photosbymaria.blogspot.com &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so touched by Maria when she told me all the money she makes from photography goes toward her in vitro.  Maria and her husband have been blessed with a beautiful little girl but, would like to add to their sweet family.  They have attempted in vitro before numerous times. These attempts have left them drained emotionally, physically, and monetarily. I was inspired by her drive to keep trying and her faith that things all have a purpose and the Lord will bless them in his time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many of my friends have had a difficult time conceiving.  They have tried time after time.  They have invested money, time, and emotion.  I wish with all my heart that anyone who is trying and going through the trial of not being able to get pregnant will soon receive a answer to I'm sure their endless prayers.  Tonight my hope goes out to Maria and Megan I would do anything for each of you to get your little miracle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so blessed that I have 4 sweet kids.  They are my everything and I would do anything for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I look at these pictures I truly realize the importance of family and how truly blessed I am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SqHPlRL66LI/AAAAAAAABMw/3bt1x50-v10/s1600-h/Kendrick-45edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SqHPlRL66LI/AAAAAAAABMw/3bt1x50-v10/s400/Kendrick-45edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377807669232593074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SqHPlOJbGJI/AAAAAAAABMo/DkABEQWgN20/s1600-h/Kendrick-76edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SqHPlOJbGJI/AAAAAAAABMo/DkABEQWgN20/s400/Kendrick-76edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377807668416813202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SqHPPGmhTJI/AAAAAAAABMg/T79UERGHpkc/s1600-h/Kendrick-87editedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SqHPPGmhTJI/AAAAAAAABMg/T79UERGHpkc/s400/Kendrick-87editedit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377807288434248850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SqHPOtebh2I/AAAAAAAABMY/JXJXAD3T3ns/s1600-h/Kendrick-124editmocha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SqHPOtebh2I/AAAAAAAABMY/JXJXAD3T3ns/s400/Kendrick-124editmocha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377807281689429858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SqHPOCbg5HI/AAAAAAAABMQ/N_KjY_lFSLc/s1600-h/Kendrick-199editmocha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SqHPOCbg5HI/AAAAAAAABMQ/N_KjY_lFSLc/s400/Kendrick-199editmocha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377807270134473842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SqHOyXRXgTI/AAAAAAAABMI/QD7OS9PY3Qg/s1600-h/Kendrick-242editmocha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SqHOyXRXgTI/AAAAAAAABMI/QD7OS9PY3Qg/s400/Kendrick-242editmocha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377806794692722994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SqHOx1Gt2EI/AAAAAAAABMA/ETPePzqNiB8/s1600-h/Kendrick-289edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SqHOx1Gt2EI/AAAAAAAABMA/ETPePzqNiB8/s400/Kendrick-289edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377806785521244226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SqHOxSVj8oI/AAAAAAAABL4/Jmyk5ghh3yo/s1600-h/Kendrick-246edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SqHOxSVj8oI/AAAAAAAABL4/Jmyk5ghh3yo/s400/Kendrick-246edit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377806776188269186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1881849987745339785-2965708329015944656?l=bethankfulalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/feeds/2965708329015944656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1881849987745339785&amp;postID=2965708329015944656' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/2965708329015944656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/2965708329015944656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/2009/09/kendricks-first-photo-shoot.html' title='Kendrick&apos;s First Photo Shoot'/><author><name>KarliSue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426510362121022682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07830968639074409669'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SqHPlRL66LI/AAAAAAAABMw/3bt1x50-v10/s72-c/Kendrick-45edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881849987745339785.post-915501265878080225</id><published>2009-08-30T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T08:36:58.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Spvt-8WZktI/AAAAAAAABLw/eeeehRJeybM/s1600-h/DSC02334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Spvt-8WZktI/AAAAAAAABLw/eeeehRJeybM/s400/DSC02334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376152245804569298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SpvtmZ--sqI/AAAAAAAABLo/v1xgFJL7QN0/s1600-h/DSC02362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SpvtmZ--sqI/AAAAAAAABLo/v1xgFJL7QN0/s400/DSC02362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376151824262673058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past couple weeks have been filled with adventure.  Baby Kendrick being born, my car was totaled in the car accident, and last but, not the least Kiana and Karston both started school.  They both were excited and EXTREMELY nervous!  I know it was really hard on both of them starting school in a new place where they didn't know anyone.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karston started school on the 2oth of this month.  He is now in full day so he gets to eat lunch at school.  He has made a couple of friends one of which he told me doesn't speak english but, thats okay he says because he is teaching him how to speak english at lunch.  I don't know what to think of this but, I'm glad he has some friends and is feeling like he is helping someone out.  He has already received home 2 notes telling me of his academic advancement and reading abilities.  I know these notes really encourage Karston's self esteem and I appreciate the teacher going that extra mile to write a quick note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kiana started Kindergarten this year!  CRAZY!!!! She was really excited until the night before when she started crying because she missed (Bailey, Kathren, Ammon, Abby, and Issac) It was a rough night.  She was so afraid that the kids were going to be mean to her.  When I brought her to school that next morning she was hesitant and held on to me (which is not like Kiana) I watched her as she would eye the other students.  A large group of Kindergartners came into the class together (you could tell they were all from the same neighborhood) Kiana looked up at me and said "see mom, they all have friends and I don't" I wanted to cry but, didn't want to make things worse.  So I walked with her to a table and started doing a puzzle with her.  Slowly other kids started to fill her table.  By chance all the kids that sat at her table were boys.  I asked her if she was okay or if she wanted to move.  She said she was fine.  The teacher then asked all the parents to leave and informed us where to pick up the kids after school.  I was so worried about her all day long.  Jeremy picked up the kids that afternoon from school.  He went and got them each a slurpee for a after school snack.  When Kiana arrived home she was so happy and full of excitement about all that had happened at school that day.  That really did me some good knowing she had a great time her first day of school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope the year gets better and better for my kiddos they really need it!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1881849987745339785-915501265878080225?l=bethankfulalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/feeds/915501265878080225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1881849987745339785&amp;postID=915501265878080225' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/915501265878080225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/915501265878080225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>KarliSue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426510362121022682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07830968639074409669'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Spvt-8WZktI/AAAAAAAABLw/eeeehRJeybM/s72-c/DSC02334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881849987745339785.post-444884378644315357</id><published>2009-08-24T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T13:31:40.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Kendrick Alan VerHoef is here!.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SpWZtyD7z4I/AAAAAAAABLg/rSzPysvuyow/s1600-h/DSC02359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SpWZtyD7z4I/AAAAAAAABLg/rSzPysvuyow/s400/DSC02359.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374370742147993474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a long post so just beware!.... I know I tend to ramble but, this is my journal and I really want to remember these few special days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So my little man decided to enter this world with a bang. He wanted to make sure he made a entrance that would get him some attention.  Well, he defiantly did that plus some.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here is what happened..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started Wednesday night.  I have crazy dreams while I'm pregnant but, I don't ever dream of my baby or anything of that nature.  Well, Wednesday night all I dreamt about all night long was the baby.  Every dream was the same and it was very vivid.  When I awoke in the morning I was very hesitant in telling Jeremy or anyone for that matter what my dream was about.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout the morning all I could think about was my dream.  I finally broke down and told Jeremy that I had a dream that night and I felt like something was wrong with the baby.  I quickly changed the subject about how crazy dreams are when your pregnant and I need to not worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I did my best to put my crazy thoughts in the back of my head.  All day Thursday I felt like CRAP!!  I got upset at Jeremy for the craziest things (like making Desmond a toasted cheese sandwich), it was Karston's first day of school so I was crying thinking of him feeling alone or left out.  I was so worried that he wouldn't like school lunch and that he would be starving all day long.  It was a long long day.  That night after dinner I got the kids ready all ready for bed then fell asleep myself.  I wasn't feeling well so all I wanted to do was lay down.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night I felt like I needed to use the bathroom continually.  It was driving me insane. I felt like I was constantly peeing in my pants.  The thought that my water had broken crossed my mind a few times but, I didn't want to go to the hospital again I had been there so many times.  I just knew I would go in and the nurse would tell me I had just peed in my pants.  I was so emotional I didn't want to be embarrassed on top of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday morning Kiana came into my bedroom when she had woken up and asked for some help getting dressed.  I got out of bed and gush.  I totally peed my pants I thought.  I couldn't believe this.  The baby must be right on top of my bladder I thought to myself.  I went to the bathroom and changed my clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After changing I got the kids ready for school.  Packed Karston a sack lunch (so I wouldn't be worried if he liked the school cafeteria food) and was about to walk Karston to school when I felt another gush.  Ahhhhh..... What is going on?  I thought to myself.  I have never peed my pants before why am I now?  I changed my pants another time and was about to walk Karston to school when my Father in Law offered to walk him in my place.  I took him up on the offer.  Because I didn't want to pee my pants while walking Karston to school talk about embarrassing your kids.  Well, at this point the thought that maybe my water had broken kept creeping back into my mind.  My water had never broken on its own before so I figured it just never would.  I didn't want to tell Jeremy because I knew he would want to take me to the hospital.  So I secretly called my Dr. and asked what I should do.  He said go to the Hospital.  Not the answer I was looking for.  So I broke down and told Jeremy.  His reaction go to the Hospital.  Again not what I wanted to hear.  Then I called my mom.  She told me to relax, shower, get a few things done and if it kept happening then go to the hospital.  Well, I took a shower and in the shower my dream from the past night crept back into my mind.  I knew at that moment I needed to go to the Hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeremy and Desmond took me to the Hospital.  On the way in I made Jeremy promise not to make fun of me if I had just peed my pants.  He promised and we went into the Hospital.  The nurse came in and checked me.  Jeremy and Desmond were out in the hall.  She looked at me and said "your having a baby today!"  I was overwhelmed knowing this little guy would be 5 weeks early.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeremy took Desmond to my parents house and called his parents and asked them to watch Karston and Kiki.  Everyone was so willing to help.  While Jer was gone they started my IV with antibiotics and Pitosin.  They didn't know if I was strep B positive so they wanted to run the antibiotics just in case.  The nurse said I had to wait until at least 4 o'clock to have the baby so that the antibiotics had the chance to enter mine and the babies system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the Labor was really normal.  It was just like my others.  After a couple hours I had the epidural and I was progressing at a steady pace.  At 3:30 pm they rushed through the 2nd dose of antibiotics. They put it in so fast that my veins were burning. After doing this the nurse checked me and I was fully dilated and the baby was coming whether I pushed or not.  The Dr ran into the room wearing a baseball hat and a quicksilver shirt.  He threw on the hospital gown thing to cover up his clothes asked me to push once and it was done.  My baby was here!  The doctor cut the cord and gave the baby immediately to Jon the RT.  I was trying to see what was going on with the baby while the OB was trying to finish up with me.  I could tell something was wrong.  I asked how much he weighed 5 lb 6.5 oz and 18 inches long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jon the RT looked over at me and started explaining a few things about the babies condition.  They quickly wrapped the baby up brought him over to me.  Laid him on my stomach for just a second.  I was so confused on what was going on.  I could tell Jeremy didn't understand either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They took the baby out of the room and the medical staff finished up with me and left the room.  I was overwhelmed! I didn't really know what was going on.  The nurse said she would be back in a little when my epidural wore off to get me up and to remove my IV and epidural.  Well, she left my sister Kira and her husband Paul came by.  Then Jeremy's parents came over with Karston and Kiana.  I did my best to keep face and to be happy and excited.  But, inside I was just a mess.  I wanted to get out of that bed and see my baby.  I told Jeremy to go with the baby and to stay with him.  I feel so bad because I know Jeremy was worried about me and the baby and felt torn on who to be with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to the situation none of the visitors stayed very long.  Jeremy came down to check on me and I asked him to hold my hand because I was going to get up.  Get dressed and go see our little baby whether the nurses liked it or not.  My epidural hadn't completely worn off yet so I was very unstable but, I made it to the bathroom and was feeling very determined.  While I was in the bathroom a nurse (who is a friend of my Dad's and was also the charge nurse) came in to check on me.  She noticed I was out of bed and asked Jeremy where I was.  Jeremy explained to her my stubborn attitude about being in bed and that I was going to get myself ready whether I was supposed to or not.  She ran into the bathroom and called a bunch of other nurses to start cleaning up my room.  To remove my IV and epidural tubing.  I was thankful for her compassion in knowing I needed to be with my baby.  So after everything.  I was dressed in my own clothes and down at the nursery 45 minutes after giving birth.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(At this point the babies name was Jace.  That was the name Jeremy and I had both decided on earlier.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While down in the nursery the RT and nurses were explaining to me the situation.  Our little baby had some infections and his lungs were not working properly.  I asked how he would have gotten a infection.  They explained it could be any number of things but, because my water had broken the night before he may have received a infection during that time period or it might be the strep B not having all the antibiotics.  I started to cry.  I couldn't hold back the tears this was all my fault.  If I just would have come in earlier.  None of this would have happened in my mind.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night they ran test after test.  All results did not look good for my little one.  They kept telling me different things they did X-Rays the X-Rays showed pneumonia and more infection.  They told me at that point they were going to be transferring him to a different Hospital. That was really hard for me because I knew I wouldn't be able to go with him.  It was emotional my Dad was there now working with the other RT and communicating with the pediatricians and neonatal Dr, I was thankful for my dad because he would fill me in on all the details I also knew my baby was receiving the very best care possible.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night was long!  They performed a procedure to help his lungs (cerfacton) and put him on the cpap machine.  That night I was not going to leave the nursery! Around 1 am they told us they would not be transferring him tonight. My Dad told us he was going home and that we should take comfort in that because he wouldn't leave unless he thought our baby was stable.  Jon the other RT pent the entire night there in the hospital just in case anything happened.  That night Jeremy and I were discussing his name we both started to feel like Jace was not the right name for our little guy.  I threw out the name Kendrick we discussed things for a little then decided that was the right name.  Then we moved onto a middle name.  We toyed around with a few different ideas but, decided on Alan.  Alan is my Dad's middle name.  It just felt right to pass on that name to our little guy who helped out so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night was long.  Monitors going off every few minutes.  Watching the SATS monitor could potentially drive a person mad I have decided.  Around 6 am I got kicked out of the nursery for shift change (they wanted to talk about me without me being there) They told me I could go back in around 7 am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went back to my room where I found Jeremy attempting to sleep on the pull out couch provided.  I woke him up and told him all the goings on of the night.  He told me to lay down and rest for the hour.  I set my alarm clock on my phone so I would wake up right when I could be down there.  Apparently I slept through my alarm and Jeremy didn't want to wake me knowing I had been up all night.  He went down to the nursery.  While Jeremy was down at the nursery some new results came in from some blood work they had drawn around 5 am.  They results were looking better!  They then told Jeremy he could hold the baby.  I wish I could have seen it but, apparently he just cried and cried.  He was so happy to hold him.  After Jeremy was done holding him.  He came down and woke me up and told me they would let me hold the baby.  I shot up out of bed and anyone who has had a baby before knows after you have been in one position for a little while it can be hard to get up.  I about fell over but, I was so excited to hold little Kendrick.  I walked down to the nursery as fast as I could and held little Kendrick almost all day.  I never left the nursery unless I needed to use the restroom or say hello to family.  I just felt like I couldn't leave him.  Later on that night the nurses kinda forced me out.  My in-laws brought me some dinner and I knew I needed to eat.  That night I was in and out of the nursery doing my best to sleep for a hour and stay down in the nursery for a few.  It was crazy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During that night they asked me to try and nurse Kendrick.  They were worried about his ability to eat.  We tried it out and failed miserably the first time.  About 3 hours later we tried again and he did it!!  He did a really great job! I was so happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning the pediatrician came in and looked over the test results of that morning.  He sat down with me and started talking about what was going on with Kendrick.  I asked again how he thought he got the infections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Dr. said to me he thought the infections were not from my water breaking but, were something he had while in the womb  (a blood infection) and that the reason my water broke was because he was sick.  He then began to tell me how blessed I was to have been in my car accident a few weeks earlier.  Because it was then that I received the steroid shots to help develop Kendrick's lungs.  Without which he may have died or at the very least been in critical condition.  After a moment of silence I started to cry.  There really is purposes in everything.  The Dr. grabbed my hand and told me I could take Kendrick home with me that day.  I couldn't believe what he was saying.  I asked him if he was serious.  He told me that as long as he kept eating the way he was that there was no reason to keep him there.  The antibiotics and different medications they had given Kendrick in the hospital seemed to be working.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called Jeremy and let him know the good news.  I know he was in shock we did not expect this at all! Jeremy came to the hospital we ran some more tests and did all the normal baby stuff we hadn't done yet.  DTAB, Hearing testing, Car Seat Test, PKU, a BATH! Then we went home!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we arrived home my in-laws had bought us a bassinet and set it all up perfect.  Again I was overwhelmed.  Later on that night my mom brought Karston, Kiana, and Desmond home.  They hadn't had the opportunity to see Kendrick up close yet.  When they came in I knew my life was good!  I'm so lucky to have 4 amazing kids!  They all were so excited to have baby Kendrick and me home to stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I took Kendrick into the Dr. to make sure everything is still going well.  He is doing GREAT!  He is in the 2% of everything weight, head, and length.  The Doctor joked around with me that I liked to do things extreme because Karston was always in the 110% of everything.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While at the Dr. office Vicki the Doctors nurse told me how she knows a angel was watching out for my little guy and how there really is a method to all of the madness out there.  When she said this I knew how right she was!  I am so thankful that I know that my Heavenly Father knows all and though I don't always understand why I know all things happen for a reason and if I put my life in his hands everything will work out in the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1881849987745339785-444884378644315357?l=bethankfulalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/feeds/444884378644315357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1881849987745339785&amp;postID=444884378644315357' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/444884378644315357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/444884378644315357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-little-kendrick-alan-verhoef-is-here.html' title='My Little Kendrick Alan VerHoef is here!.......'/><author><name>KarliSue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426510362121022682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07830968639074409669'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SpWZtyD7z4I/AAAAAAAABLg/rSzPysvuyow/s72-c/DSC02359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881849987745339785.post-16490387603480919</id><published>2009-08-20T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T08:46:44.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Megs Miracle</title><content type='html'>Hey, I know a lot of you already know about my AMAZING friend Megan. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please check out her blog &lt;a href="http://www.megsmiracle.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.megsmiracle.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; I will be donating some yummy treats for the concessions (chocolate dipped oreos) and my business is donating 3 gift certificates for in home consultations (I know a lot of you have said you wanted me to come in and organize your home.  Now is your chance to get a gift certificate for it and help out a really really good cause!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Auction and Movie is Aug. 29th so everyone mark it on your calendars!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you all and I'm doing better each and everyday!  I'm still pregnant and baby Jace is doing well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karston started 1st grade today I actually just dropped him off at school but, that is a whole other post so I will tell you about that later!........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1881849987745339785-16490387603480919?l=bethankfulalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/feeds/16490387603480919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1881849987745339785&amp;postID=16490387603480919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/16490387603480919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/16490387603480919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/2009/08/megs-miracle.html' title='Megs Miracle'/><author><name>KarliSue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426510362121022682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07830968639074409669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881849987745339785.post-3835311025577952024</id><published>2009-08-06T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T07:59:33.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry no pics for this post</title><content type='html'>So I feel so stupid!  In fact I can't even begin to explain my frustration.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early Tuesday morning I was running some errands around town.  Just simple things going to the Dr. trying to figure out some car stuff.  The kids were at home with Jeremy.  I was driving home and was in a car accident.  I don't remember anything.  I couldn't tell you where I was at, what happened, where I got hit.  All I really remember is being in the Ambulance and being stabbed by a million different needles (well thats what it felt like) they just gave me a IV and I was gushing blood.  We must have hit a bump when he tried the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, after I arrived at I don't really remember what was going on just lots of shots, clothes being cut off, and my hands being scrubbed and skin falling to the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For that whole day I was constantly watched by nurses and Dr. I had a cat scan to see what was wrong with my brain.  Apparently nothing is wrong with my brain.  I would like to argue that fact.  Because right now I feel totally insane!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being in the hospital was one of the hardest things I have gone through in a while.  I hate needles and I felt like I was being stabbed in every direction.  Lets stab her in the legs with pain meds.  Lets stab her in the arms with medication to stop labor.  Lets stab her in the thigh with steroids for the baby. Lets do it all over again in higher doses because it didn't work the first time.  Now lets give her some sleep medication and some anxiety medication.  I don't do well on medication and they tend to have adverse affects on me.  No one would believe me until they saw with their own eyes how crazy and hyper-paranoid I had become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhh....  I was so emotional I couldn't stop shaking.  I couldn't remember what happened and I was so worried about the baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting everything all mixed up but, when I first arrived they had a lady come in and give me a ultra sound to check everything out.  Everything looked good but, the baby was measuring off my due dates.  It was saying I was due Sept 26th so I still have 7 1/2 more weeks.  What??  I'm freakin out.  After hearing that I was super worried about the baby and really just emotional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel really bad.  Jeremy arrived at the Hospital as soon as one of the nurses got ahold of him.  I was so out of it and feeling so crappy I really took a lot of my emotions out on Jeremy.  Oneof the many situations that I feel really bad about is.  They didn't want me to eat because they thought I would be delivering within the next couple hours.  I was starving I hadn't had anything to eat or drink all day.  Jeremy opened a bag of chips and began to eat them sitting next to me.  Then politely offered me a chip. I thought he was trying to be funny.  I was so emotional that I threw.  Well to the best of my ability.  The ice pack that I had on my hand at him and started crying.  He claims he didn't know I couldn't eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, to make a really long story short.  Because I know I tend to go on and on.  I'm back at home on lots of medication and strict bed rest. My hands are all wrapped up.  Jeremy says I look like the house elf on Harry Potter after he burns his hands.  I actually do when I look down at them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm doing my best to get these contractions to stop but, I really can't get them to. I'm going to go and get another shot today.  My Doctor said come hell or high water we are going to stop this labor even if I'm at a 9 until we know the baby is safe and ready to come into this world.  I agree!  I might be miserable right now but, I will always do what is best for my kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry if this blog doesn't make any sense.  I still feel so out of it!  In fact I'm going to lay down.  I love you all!!!  And from now on all of you are in my prayers that we will all travel safely to what ever destination we are going!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1881849987745339785-3835311025577952024?l=bethankfulalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/feeds/3835311025577952024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1881849987745339785&amp;postID=3835311025577952024' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/3835311025577952024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/3835311025577952024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry-no-pics-for-this-post.html' title='Sorry no pics for this post'/><author><name>KarliSue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426510362121022682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07830968639074409669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881849987745339785.post-3241726557395774386</id><published>2009-07-30T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:43:54.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed Rest and Slurpies... Oh ya Jeremy is coming HOME!</title><content type='html'>So on Tuesday I had a fairly emotional OB visit.  I told him some of the things that were going on and my concerns.  I usually play things off and try just to keep going.  I mean this is my 4th pregnancy so I know things are bound to happen faster and weirder.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, because of the amount of contractions I was having and the low pressure I was feeling.  They decided to check things out.  To my surprise I was already dilating.  Fantastic, I thought to myself.  They instructed me on what I needed to do and the medication I am to take to slow things down.  I was crying (because I'm emotional) when they told me I needed to be on bed rest.  "Are you kidding me" I thought to myself as I thought of me trying to take care of my 3 kiddos while laying down.  I told him that I would my best.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called Jeremy on my way home from the Dr.  I was really glad he answered the phone.  I was very emotional as I explained to him the situation.  At that moment he told me he was coming home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So right now Jeremy is driving from Nashville.  He will get home tomorrow sometime.  I can't believe he has been gone since the beginning of April.  We are all excited to have him back!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the past few days I have done my best to take things easy.  The only thing that sounds good to me right now are slurpies.  I feel really lucky that I live really close to a 7-11.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I'm feeling kinda wasted right now so I'm going to go.  But, I just had to tell everyone.  Jeremy is coming HOME!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1881849987745339785-3241726557395774386?l=bethankfulalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/feeds/3241726557395774386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1881849987745339785&amp;postID=3241726557395774386' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/3241726557395774386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/3241726557395774386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/2009/07/bed-rest-and-slurpies-oh-ya-jeremy-is.html' title='Bed Rest and Slurpies... Oh ya Jeremy is coming HOME!'/><author><name>KarliSue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426510362121022682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07830968639074409669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881849987745339785.post-2687195460731061792</id><published>2009-07-26T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:02:44.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pioneer Weekend and Operation Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This past week I have had a lot of fun!!  I'm currently living with my in-laws in Orem.  They went to Arizona this week for a short trip.  While they were out I decided to re-do their music room.  I was really excited to do this project and to show them my appreciation.  They have been nothing but, FANTASTIC to the kids and I since we have moved in.  Jordyn (Jeremy's sister) stayed with me and helped out in this room changing process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really pleased with the outcome.  I really enjoy organizing and re-finishing rooms on a budget.  I literally design on a dime.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After completing the room on Thursday.  We had the whole day Friday to celebrate Pioneer Day.  We had fun!  There was water balloon fights, chalk drawing, and lots of games involving bouncy balls.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That evening we roasted Hotdogs, smores, and ate lots of yummy food.  We ended the evening with FIREWORKS!!! It was a lot of FUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmzQOxkMLCI/AAAAAAAABLY/ttQhua_3WNs/s1600-h/DSC02179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmzQOxkMLCI/AAAAAAAABLY/ttQhua_3WNs/s400/DSC02179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362890208533294114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmzQOY3U9mI/AAAAAAAABLQ/gARDjR3w0t8/s1600-h/DSC02180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmzQOY3U9mI/AAAAAAAABLQ/gARDjR3w0t8/s400/DSC02180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362890201902675554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmzQOMg5kNI/AAAAAAAABLI/mbSLL7-uHYM/s1600-h/DSC02187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmzQOMg5kNI/AAAAAAAABLI/mbSLL7-uHYM/s400/DSC02187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362890198587379922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finished Product&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmzO5HikH5I/AAAAAAAABLA/as07djSVavM/s1600-h/DSC02188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmzO5HikH5I/AAAAAAAABLA/as07djSVavM/s400/DSC02188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362888736963305362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finished product&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmzO4rRAsPI/AAAAAAAABK4/yHSFIZnD2iQ/s1600-h/DSC02189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmzO4rRAsPI/AAAAAAAABK4/yHSFIZnD2iQ/s400/DSC02189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362888729373487346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finished product&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmzO4HzYL_I/AAAAAAAABKw/PITB13pF-uQ/s1600-h/DSC02192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmzO4HzYL_I/AAAAAAAABKw/PITB13pF-uQ/s400/DSC02192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362888719853957106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a freaky freaky bees nest in my sisters yard.  I've never seen anything like it so I had to post a picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmzO3t1O1sI/AAAAAAAABKo/rAb3yoV_0Rw/s1600-h/DSC02195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmzO3t1O1sI/AAAAAAAABKo/rAb3yoV_0Rw/s400/DSC02195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362888712882411202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lovely pregnancy pics.  As you can tell I'm not the biggest fan of taking lots of prego pics.  So here is what I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmzO3GoPc-I/AAAAAAAABKg/iUyLAA6XM60/s1600-h/DSC02196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmzO3GoPc-I/AAAAAAAABKg/iUyLAA6XM60/s400/DSC02196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362888702358942690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I am on Pioneer Day 33 weeks and counting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" border="0" class="gl_photo" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmzMhIN69CI/AAAAAAAABKY/OpA0iHG3fIM/s1600-h/DSC02197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmzMhIN69CI/AAAAAAAABKY/OpA0iHG3fIM/s400/DSC02197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362886125805040674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Karston right after he got hit on the head with a water balloon.  I think he threw it at himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmzMguoo35I/AAAAAAAABKQ/1xhEgcw0ECY/s1600-h/DSC02198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmzMguoo35I/AAAAAAAABKQ/1xhEgcw0ECY/s400/DSC02198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362886118937780114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was a massive water balloon.  It didn't last very long.  It popped all over Ken and Klarissa as they were trying to figure out who to throw it at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmzMgSp_fnI/AAAAAAAABKI/GMaNvyla2_U/s1600-h/DSC02199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmzMgSp_fnI/AAAAAAAABKI/GMaNvyla2_U/s400/DSC02199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362886111427264114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karston LOVES food!! We roasted Hotdogs.  He loaded his dog up with the works.  Relish, Ketchup, Mustard, Onions, and Hot Peppers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmzMgC_RSUI/AAAAAAAABKA/ZH5WQoZOxuU/s1600-h/DSC02200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmzMgC_RSUI/AAAAAAAABKA/ZH5WQoZOxuU/s400/DSC02200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362886107221543234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kiana really doesn't like me taking her picture as soon as I said smile she made this face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmzMfj1g4-I/AAAAAAAABJ4/i28KWFeiGUE/s1600-h/DSC02202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmzMfj1g4-I/AAAAAAAABJ4/i28KWFeiGUE/s400/DSC02202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362886098859123682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Brother Kohl is working at a Frozen Custard Shop and he has perfected his talent for waffle cones.  He made these yummy cones and my mom dipped them in chocolate and sprinkles.  Everyone LOVES them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1881849987745339785-2687195460731061792?l=bethankfulalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/feeds/2687195460731061792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1881849987745339785&amp;postID=2687195460731061792' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/2687195460731061792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/2687195460731061792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/2009/07/pioneer-weekend-and-operation-surprise.html' title='Pioneer Weekend and Operation Surprise!'/><author><name>KarliSue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426510362121022682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07830968639074409669'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmzQOxkMLCI/AAAAAAAABLY/ttQhua_3WNs/s72-c/DSC02179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881849987745339785.post-211244449465602196</id><published>2009-07-22T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:21:12.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The past week and a half or so......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmcrkhHDqjI/AAAAAAAABJw/HmX7LKCOYWc/s1600-h/DSC02175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmcrkhHDqjI/AAAAAAAABJw/HmX7LKCOYWc/s400/DSC02175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361301787771120178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monday we went to Jump on It for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FHE&lt;/span&gt;.  The kids LOVED it!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Karston&lt;/span&gt; told me if your not sweating your not having FUN! (He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; sweating a ton!)  He asked me when I earn enough money if we could live at Jump on It.  I told him that he could buy it when he gets older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunday I spoke in church.  I haven't done this in years.  I was asked the day before to fill in for a youth speaker so I only had to speak for about 7min.  My topic was "Learning the Lessons of the Past"  Wow, great subject for me.  I always get so nervous.  I know this sounds insane but, the part I was most nervous for was introducing my family.  How do I say it?  I am divorced and married Jeremy with 3 kids?  or just avoid the whole thing and say these are our 3 children and we are expecting another but, we have only been married a year?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt; it stresses me out to no end.  Oh well, after the talk I had a emotional break down in the bathroom.  But, I'm fine now and one day I will figure out the politically correct way of introducing my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday July 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, the kids went with Romney and Kirstin to the Temple Open house and some other fun events.  I spent the day running errands and that night went and saw Harry Potter.  I haven't been to a movie (except for a mid day week movie at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scera&lt;/span&gt;) since February.  It was really nice relaxing in the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; row and watching a great flick!!  My Dad also turned 5o on Saturday!  I can't believe we are all getting so old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Smcq7rp9mqI/AAAAAAAABJo/KOV1F9dAbs4/s1600-h/DSC02137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Smcq7rp9mqI/AAAAAAAABJo/KOV1F9dAbs4/s400/DSC02137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361301086227241634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday we hiked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Timp&lt;/span&gt; Caves with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;VerHoef&lt;/span&gt; Family.  We had so much FUN!  I was so proud of the kids!!  It was Desmond's nap time and he was such a trooper.  The kids all LOVED the caves!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmcqEUFKqfI/AAAAAAAABJg/gcczpV72xQY/s1600-h/DSC02055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmcqEUFKqfI/AAAAAAAABJg/gcczpV72xQY/s400/DSC02055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361300135006087666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thursday July 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, we all went swimming to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Scera&lt;/span&gt; Pool.  I'm sure everyone there loves seeing a really pregnant women squish into her not maternity swim wear.  But, I've gone this far without purchasing any new clothes.  I'm not going to start now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids also went to Safari Camp this morning!  We had so much fun eating worms, butterfly wings, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Gatoraide&lt;/span&gt;", and hunting for wild frogs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmcpcPvaSPI/AAAAAAAABJY/fdTUuOyIWhk/s1600-h/DSC02127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmcpcPvaSPI/AAAAAAAABJY/fdTUuOyIWhk/s400/DSC02127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361299446646327538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wednesday July 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, We took Hunter and Uncle Paul to the Temple Open House.  This was such a great experience.  Desmond was so into it!  I wish you all could have heard the questions (million questions) he was asking the entire tour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmcozuEvgiI/AAAAAAAABJQ/Jm8BXwbRd30/s1600-h/DSC02177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmcozuEvgiI/AAAAAAAABJQ/Jm8BXwbRd30/s400/DSC02177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361298750414225954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuesday July 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Cousin Hunter came into town.  We had so much fun with him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmcoAO4hkII/AAAAAAAABJI/vtaL_Q83oi4/s1600-h/DSC02113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmcoAO4hkII/AAAAAAAABJI/vtaL_Q83oi4/s400/DSC02113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361297865868152962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monday July 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, made designer flip flops with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Kiana&lt;/span&gt;.  The flip flops were only .50 cents.  We had so much FUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmcnJhfRHLI/AAAAAAAABJA/GptSPhQj_RA/s1600-h/DSC02099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmcnJhfRHLI/AAAAAAAABJA/GptSPhQj_RA/s400/DSC02099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361296925969685682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday July 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, Went to the Zoo with Romney and Kirstin and Kids!  We had a BLAST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmcmNFRQMfI/AAAAAAAABI4/tI5iDQL_KEs/s1600-h/DSC02078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmcmNFRQMfI/AAAAAAAABI4/tI5iDQL_KEs/s400/DSC02078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361295887602561522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday July 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, one of my best friends had TWINS!  I went to the hospital to visit her and her new sweet baby boys.  I can't believe I will have my own baby in just a few weeks.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt; CRAZY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have posted all the pics from these events on my facebook.  If your interested you can check them out there!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1881849987745339785-211244449465602196?l=bethankfulalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/feeds/211244449465602196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1881849987745339785&amp;postID=211244449465602196' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/211244449465602196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/211244449465602196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/2009/07/past-week-and-half-or-so.html' title='The past week and a half or so......'/><author><name>KarliSue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426510362121022682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07830968639074409669'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SmcrkhHDqjI/AAAAAAAABJw/HmX7LKCOYWc/s72-c/DSC02175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881849987745339785.post-1457352903292677019</id><published>2009-07-08T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:54:13.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This weeks adventure</title><content type='html'>This week so far has been a fun and exciting one.  On Monday the kids and I had summer school in the morning then for a activity we went to Borders Book Store and they each selected a book out of the clearance section to read this week.  Karston chose "Diary of a Wimpy Kid" since purchasing this book he has already read it twice.  I am so impressed by his reading skills!!  Kiana chose a book that I think every Mom should read with their daughters.  This is a book my Grandma Garrison read to me and my sisters when we were little (so it is very special to me.) The book is titled "One Hundred Dresses" Kiana and I are almost finished reading it.  As soon as we are done with the book I will post some of the activities we do to go along with the book and the lessons learned in it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday we went to Summer Day Camp and the kids had a BLAST!!!  They really had a great time playing around in the water with their friends back in Loch Lomond.  The kids really miss playing with their friends each day.  Summer camp is something they really look forward to!  Also on Tuesday we had the opportunity to bring in dinner to a family living next store to my in-laws.  The kids always love help making meals for others and helping bring them over.  Where ever I live I always do my best to get involved.  I have found that serving is the best way to get to know those around you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday I was supposed to go to the Hospital and get my RhoGam shot but, I keep finding reasons to put it off.  I am so super afraid of needles this is ridiculous! Really I know I need to go but, Ahhhhhh.....I hate getting shots.  After Summer School (today's theme was math) the kids and I went to Cub Scouts.  I was called as the Bear Leader (again) I'm excited I really don't mind serving in scouts.  The activities are easy and fun!  Today we made tin can burners and cooked Hot Dogs.  Karston really enjoys being a honorary scout!  He really tries to get involved and help out anyway he can! After scouts we played on the slip and slide and put the sprinkler under the tramp.  It was a lot of fun staying cool while playing in the sun.  The kids went with Romney and Kirstin this evening so it was just me and Jeremy's Dad for dinner.  We made homemade pizza together.  It was a lot of fun!!  After dinner I attempted to go for my run.  This is becoming more and more difficult.  I only went 2 miles and had to quit.  I think in the next couple of weeks I'm going to end up wogging (walk jogging) my workouts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday the kids went to Day Camp again and had a BLAST!!!  They really had such a great time playing with their friends!!!  Again I some how avoided going to the Hospital for my shot.  The kids were super good today we just played all day.  We ran some quick errands and just played.  I feel so tiered right now (I'm not sleeping at all anymore) that I really need days like this when I don't have anything to worry about.  It was nice.  We made dinner and brownies for dessert.  The kids were so wasted from playing outside they all fell asleep by 7:30pm.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Friday and we had summer school this morning.  Today's lesson went really well.  Today was Social Studies and the kids are almost done memorizing all 50 states.  I'm so proud of them!!!  We are going to start working on the Presidents within the next couple of weeks.  Right now we are going to go up to the canyon to look for bugs and rocks (should be fun!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone has a great weekend!! I will go to the Hospital today and get my shot.  I have to I have run out of days and excuses.  Please wish me luck (I don't know what I think is going to happen) I love you all and will talk to you soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1881849987745339785-1457352903292677019?l=bethankfulalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/feeds/1457352903292677019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1881849987745339785&amp;postID=1457352903292677019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/1457352903292677019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/1457352903292677019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-weeks-adventure.html' title='This weeks adventure'/><author><name>KarliSue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426510362121022682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07830968639074409669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881849987745339785.post-4060709343604580749</id><published>2009-07-08T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:57:55.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More 4th of July Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlVOCuI2jfI/AAAAAAAABIw/L65FuHEcEG4/s1600-h/DSC02041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlVOCuI2jfI/AAAAAAAABIw/L65FuHEcEG4/s400/DSC02041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356273140478938610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karston eating some yummy homemade ice cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlVOCE2EeWI/AAAAAAAABIo/Y33oGaJV4YA/s1600-h/DSC02038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlVOCE2EeWI/AAAAAAAABIo/Y33oGaJV4YA/s400/DSC02038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356273129394305378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Konnie and Ken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlVMWxmMvJI/AAAAAAAABIg/k4Klee8gW2k/s1600-h/DSC02039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlVMWxmMvJI/AAAAAAAABIg/k4Klee8gW2k/s400/DSC02039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356271285981461650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desmond and I during the fire works&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlVMWZLW2aI/AAAAAAAABIY/tRKCvJ6QEQI/s1600-h/DSC02032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlVMWZLW2aI/AAAAAAAABIY/tRKCvJ6QEQI/s400/DSC02032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356271279426427298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desmond with his ice cream and festive decorations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlVMUhumkdI/AAAAAAAABIQ/i7zEIH6gp5w/s1600-h/DSC02029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlVMUhumkdI/AAAAAAAABIQ/i7zEIH6gp5w/s400/DSC02029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356271247362003410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Karston watched the fire works from on top of my car. (Much to my dismay)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlVMUH9yJ4I/AAAAAAAABII/VJi_SFeniiM/s1600-h/DSC02026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlVMUH9yJ4I/AAAAAAAABII/VJi_SFeniiM/s400/DSC02026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356271240446355330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desmond LOVES ice cream and as you can see he doesn't mind getting it Everywhere either&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1881849987745339785-4060709343604580749?l=bethankfulalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/feeds/4060709343604580749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1881849987745339785&amp;postID=4060709343604580749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/4060709343604580749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/4060709343604580749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-4th-of-july-fun.html' title='More 4th of July Fun'/><author><name>KarliSue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426510362121022682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07830968639074409669'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlVOCuI2jfI/AAAAAAAABIw/L65FuHEcEG4/s72-c/DSC02041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881849987745339785.post-1136173419456556827</id><published>2009-07-04T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T18:52:51.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlAFur6PjCI/AAAAAAAABIA/svXuM9S6AHk/s1600-h/4th+of+July+2009+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354786256562654242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlAFur6PjCI/AAAAAAAABIA/svXuM9S6AHk/s400/4th+of+July+2009+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy 4th of July Today we spray painted patriotic T-Shirts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlAFuOf5pHI/AAAAAAAABH4/Qt1j0pgELVA/s1600-h/4th+of+July+2009+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354786248667538546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlAFuOf5pHI/AAAAAAAABH4/Qt1j0pgELVA/s400/4th+of+July+2009+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Made Red, White and Blue Pancakes for Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlAFtuVzCxI/AAAAAAAABHw/027gpLK9XyA/s1600-h/4th+of+July+2009+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354786240035228434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlAFtuVzCxI/AAAAAAAABHw/027gpLK9XyA/s400/4th+of+July+2009+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Karston said the blue pancakes tasted like blueberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlAFtJ18UaI/AAAAAAAABHo/-lZfaBk7JTw/s1600-h/4th+of+July+2009+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354786230237942178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlAFtJ18UaI/AAAAAAAABHo/-lZfaBk7JTw/s400/4th+of+July+2009+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karston and Kiana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlAFswrWkLI/AAAAAAAABHg/g1PXqCrPg9I/s1600-h/4th+of+July+2009+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354786223482638514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlAFswrWkLI/AAAAAAAABHg/g1PXqCrPg9I/s400/4th+of+July+2009+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A patriotic snack red, white and blue chocolate covered strawberries!  The kids love making them and eating them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlAFY9NSFBI/AAAAAAAABHY/63sYT3lksXg/s1600-h/4th+of+July+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354785883248792594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlAFY9NSFBI/AAAAAAAABHY/63sYT3lksXg/s400/4th+of+July+2009+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kiana shucking corn for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354785878657327890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlAFYsGl4xI/AAAAAAAABHQ/T1uF-AESXI4/s400/4th+of+July+2009+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corn silk kinda freaked her out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354785873530520178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlAFYZARAnI/AAAAAAAABHI/gE2G7knhSq8/s400/4th+of+July+2009+001.jpg" /&gt;We made Patriotic ice cream bombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354785864745890562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlAFX4R2MwI/AAAAAAAABHA/uNy7k98JnmU/s400/4th+of+July+2009+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desmond looking like a hard core biker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354785861482938402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlAFXsH5gCI/AAAAAAAABG4/YYH2MEg0vks/s400/4th+of+July+2009+009.jpg" /&gt;Blowing bubbles with Aunt Konnie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today we had a lot of fun!  While Desmond was napping with my sister Klarissa.  Karston, Kiana, and I went swimming to the scera pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had a BBQ with my family for Dinner hamburgers, chips, you know the traditional stuff.  My mom made homemade raspberry, vanilla, and chocolate ice cream.  Yummy!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We are about to start fireworks!!!  I am so excited!  I love fireworks!  I hope you all had a great 4th of July! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1881849987745339785-1136173419456556827?l=bethankfulalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/feeds/1136173419456556827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1881849987745339785&amp;postID=1136173419456556827' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/1136173419456556827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/1136173419456556827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>KarliSue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426510362121022682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07830968639074409669'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SlAFur6PjCI/AAAAAAAABIA/svXuM9S6AHk/s72-c/4th+of+July+2009+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881849987745339785.post-7429109582072689365</id><published>2009-07-02T12:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T16:41:52.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the going gets tough... The tough get going!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sk1FdMjLkhI/AAAAAAAABGw/k2U2QRmWV0o/s1600-h/June+29th,+2009+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354011899900695058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sk1FdMjLkhI/AAAAAAAABGw/k2U2QRmWV0o/s400/June+29th,+2009+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Night in the house &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sk1FcqTgsSI/AAAAAAAABGo/MNQvEQwXP8E/s1600-h/June+29th,+2009+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354011890708164898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sk1FcqTgsSI/AAAAAAAABGo/MNQvEQwXP8E/s400/June+29th,+2009+060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sk1Fa3x2dFI/AAAAAAAABGg/83mYfBMIGoQ/s1600-h/June+29th,+2009+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354011859965342802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sk1Fa3x2dFI/AAAAAAAABGg/83mYfBMIGoQ/s400/June+29th,+2009+056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is us leaving today for the last time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't know how to start out this blog. To tell everyone the truth I feel emotionally, physically, and mentally drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over Father's Day weekend I went out to Nashville to visit Jeremy. While I was there I received a offer on my home. I really did not think this was ever going to happen so I was not prepared for it. The offer was great so I excepted the following day. The day after that my house was inspected and a appraiser went through the home. We were not expecting the appraisal to come through for at least a week but, 2 days later it came through and was good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The buyers of my home had the funds already to purchase the home and wanted to move in the next week. I wasn't coming home until late Friday night so that meant I had Saturday, Sunday, and Monday to move completely out of my home. I was truly in shock by this whole experience. Everything was happening so fast I really was having a hard time leaving my friends and neighbors. I started avoiding everyone because emotionally I couldn't handle it. Every time I would see a neighbor I would brake down in tears. I have been through so much in my home. I felt safe in my neighborhood. I knew if I ever needed anything one of my dear friends and neighbors would be there to help me out. I'm crying right now even thinking about the many lessons and experiences I have gone through and experienced in my neighborhood and the amazing people there who inspired me to become a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of the speed in which my house sold my amazing family came to the rescue. They came to my home and moved me completely out in 2 days. We packed everything into a storage unit down the street. I was extended the offer from not only my family to move in with them but, Jeremy's parents in Orem, Jeremy's parents in Arizona, and Romney and Kirstin told me I could move in with them. I was so overwhelmed by every ones generosity. Thank you, Thank you!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I truly miss my home, more then I expected. But, I know this was the time and I'm ready to move forward and learn new things in a new place. I know the fact that my house sold and sold for what I was asking for is such a HUGE blessing. I am grateful for a all knowing Heavenly Father who timed the sell of my home in such a way that he knew it would be the best time for me and my family to be with extended family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since moving out of my home life has thrown me a couple curve balls that to be perfectly honest with you I was not ready to handle. I am thankful for my testimony, I am thankful for family, and am thankful for my children, and I am thankful for the strength to keep going when life gets tough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is never easy!!! Some days it is hard to keep going isn't it. But, what do we do? We keep going because life is worth it! If you were to see me right now I look emotionally, and physically worn down. There have been moments when I just wanted to give up and not go on. But, that is not me RIGHT!!! Things will get better they always do. I have written about this many times in my blog. I'm thankful for my trials and the lessons that I am able to learn. I am thankful that I am tough and that I have the ability to keep going......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want everyone in my little neighborhood to know that I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!! You have all inspired me and driven me to become a better person. I have met the best mom's in the world since living in Loch Lomond. You all try so hard to do and raise your children to be good and honest people. I have learned so much from each of you. I have learned so much about love from each of you. You have all been there for me in my many times of need. You have lifted me up and helped me become stronger. It is because of each of you I know I have the ability to face the trials and experiences I have ahead of me in my future. I LOVE YOU!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1881849987745339785-7429109582072689365?l=bethankfulalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/feeds/7429109582072689365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1881849987745339785&amp;postID=7429109582072689365' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/7429109582072689365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/7429109582072689365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-going-gets-tough-tough-get-going.html' title='When the going gets tough... The tough get going!'/><author><name>KarliSue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426510362121022682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07830968639074409669'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sk1FdMjLkhI/AAAAAAAABGw/k2U2QRmWV0o/s72-c/June+29th,+2009+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881849987745339785.post-5098725185709207769</id><published>2009-06-14T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:31:07.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Week at a glance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SjWTWLHqs4I/AAAAAAAABGY/HaJEG4YLUP8/s1600-h/June+14th,+2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347342141723685762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SjWTWLHqs4I/AAAAAAAABGY/HaJEG4YLUP8/s400/June+14th,+2009+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monday we read &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bunnicula&lt;/span&gt;.  Yes, we read the entire book! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SjWTV48OucI/AAAAAAAABGQ/U5peNHTotiQ/s1600-h/June+14th,+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347342136843876802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SjWTV48OucI/AAAAAAAABGQ/U5peNHTotiQ/s400/June+14th,+2009+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Karston&lt;/span&gt; turned into a vampire boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SjWTVsJR8jI/AAAAAAAABGI/k41VieynAOY/s1600-h/June+14th,+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347342133408952882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SjWTVsJR8jI/AAAAAAAABGI/k41VieynAOY/s400/June+14th,+2009+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sucked the blood out of these honeydew &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;melons&lt;/span&gt;.  (I filled the centers of them &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jigglers&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SjWTVHhGYcI/AAAAAAAABGA/kFrX4gEtQS8/s1600-h/June+14th,+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347342123576746434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SjWTVHhGYcI/AAAAAAAABGA/kFrX4gEtQS8/s400/June+14th,+2009+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had Vampire snacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347342119791818722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SjWTU5as9-I/AAAAAAAABF4/MwIO3rsN7LE/s400/June+14th,+2009+010.jpg" /&gt;Desmond loved his Vampire snacks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347341523737530098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SjWSyM8STvI/AAAAAAAABFw/kgW3mQhOHIE/s400/June+14th,+2009+016.jpg" /&gt;The next day it rained all day the kids all came over and played in the living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347341518391004466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SjWSx5BkzTI/AAAAAAAABFo/3GJCM93SnRg/s400/June+14th,+2009+018.jpg" /&gt;Wednesday it rained again so we took advantage and played in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347341508651601378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SjWSxUvhTeI/AAAAAAAABFg/yT-6u3YNrDQ/s400/June+14th,+2009+014.jpg" /&gt;Desmond really enjoyed playing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347341506927087202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SjWSxOUXTmI/AAAAAAAABFY/j5PKugg1JDQ/s400/June+14th,+2009+022.jpg" /&gt;Thursday night we had a girl party at my house with some of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kiki's&lt;/span&gt; friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347341500390288130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SjWSw193qwI/AAAAAAAABFQ/ZyUYCq6EiJQ/s400/June+14th,+2009+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was another rainy day so we tried to cheer things up by having a dance party.  We decorated and had cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347341068543567554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SjWSXtNlpsI/AAAAAAAABFI/PHO5qrQcQxU/s400/June+14th,+2009+024.jpg" /&gt;Here are all the girls (and Desmond)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347341061331558578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SjWSXSWHILI/AAAAAAAABFA/QriW7NrKRvM/s400/June+14th,+2009+029.jpg" /&gt;Friday we made comic books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Karston&lt;/span&gt; made one about Alien's and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kiana&lt;/span&gt; made one about monsters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347341058426986002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SjWSXHhm3hI/AAAAAAAABE4/KYe-rPBJKvU/s400/June+14th,+2009+031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347341056224125314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SjWSW_UZ4YI/AAAAAAAABEw/DZe0e3B8-h0/s400/June+14th,+2009+038.jpg" /&gt;Saturday we went to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Orem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Summerfest&lt;/span&gt; Parade (we got rained out but, we did get this picture)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347341049854024578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SjWSWnlp24I/AAAAAAAABEo/791mNiK22oE/s400/June+14th,+2009+046.jpg" /&gt;We waited in the car for the fireworks and we had a great time doing so.  Almost my entire family was there all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;piled&lt;/span&gt; into our cars waiting for the fireworks.  When they started the rain stopped and we all got out of the car.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Karston&lt;/span&gt; wanted to stick his head out the sun roof and watch the amazing fireworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all a busy and fun week.  Next week is even busier so check in next Sunday for a update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1881849987745339785-5098725185709207769?l=bethankfulalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/feeds/5098725185709207769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1881849987745339785&amp;postID=5098725185709207769' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/5098725185709207769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/5098725185709207769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-week-at-glance.html' title='Our Week at a glance'/><author><name>KarliSue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426510362121022682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07830968639074409669'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SjWTWLHqs4I/AAAAAAAABGY/HaJEG4YLUP8/s72-c/June+14th,+2009+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881849987745339785.post-7725935882552029372</id><published>2009-06-07T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:45:07.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Siw-ea2_klI/AAAAAAAABEg/1FZveJcXFEk/s1600-h/June+7th,+2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344715550108914258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Siw-ea2_klI/AAAAAAAABEg/1FZveJcXFEk/s400/June+7th,+2009+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Klarissa&lt;/span&gt; and I up at Strawberry Lake Craw Fishing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Siw-eM1918I/AAAAAAAABEY/RLWJCipcKdE/s1600-h/June+7th,+2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344715546346510274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Siw-eM1918I/AAAAAAAABEY/RLWJCipcKdE/s400/June+7th,+2009+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me with my chicken leg &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Siw-dzM0v-I/AAAAAAAABEQ/mFdn6bKOsXY/s1600-h/June+7th,+2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344715539463061474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Siw-dzM0v-I/AAAAAAAABEQ/mFdn6bKOsXY/s400/June+7th,+2009+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a craw fish up close and personal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Siw-duiyhqI/AAAAAAAABEI/mZQnOAHJxsI/s1600-h/June+7th,+2009+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344715538213013154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Siw-duiyhqI/AAAAAAAABEI/mZQnOAHJxsI/s400/June+7th,+2009+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Bait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Siw-dfeFhSI/AAAAAAAABEA/IAi3DRg-Tvg/s1600-h/June+7th,+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344715534166754594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Siw-dfeFhSI/AAAAAAAABEA/IAi3DRg-Tvg/s400/June+7th,+2009+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are my sweet kiddos before they went for the weekend with Romney and Kirstin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This weekend I did my best to keep myself busy.  The kids went with Romney Friday evening and I spent part of the night hanging out with my mom and running on the treadmill.  I think I'm a little obsessed with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exercising&lt;/span&gt; right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday came and I ran 4 miles then went up to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Orem&lt;/span&gt; to run some errands.  I felt like I got a lot done yesterday.  I made some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; cards for my new &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; (I will announce this in a few weeks when the details are all ironed out and my web site is up and running)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went to Borders Book Store and bought "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bunicula&lt;/span&gt;".  Next week the kids and I are going to read &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bunicula&lt;/span&gt; and we are going to do bunny vampire activities.  I'm excited we have some fun crafts and meals planned.  I will post pictures and activities as we do them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went to Sunflower Market and bought some yummy fresh veggies.  Yes I'm obsessed with eating healthy (I think its this pregnancy, I'm obsessed with healthy eating and running)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the market I went Craw fish fishing with my 2 brothers, sister, and my families rock star neighbors.  We had a super fun time and I would suggest this activity to anyone who is looking for a FUN cheap activity this summer.  We will be going again soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Things are going well.  They are crazy but, going well!  Last week &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Karston&lt;/span&gt; got a new cast on he went from a long cast to a short cast and he should be getting it off next week on Monday!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went to the Baby Dr. and things look like they are going well.  I had another ultrasound and they were able to check everything out.  The triple screening came back good, I will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Glucose&lt;/span&gt; results next visit, and I will get my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rogam&lt;/span&gt; shot (dang O- blood type)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have gained a total of 2 pounds and I'm measuring just great!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you for everyone who has been watching out for me and keeping me and my kids in mind.  I really appreciate &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every ones&lt;/span&gt; help these last few weeks!!  I really feel so blessed to have such amazing friends and family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1881849987745339785-7725935882552029372?l=bethankfulalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/feeds/7725935882552029372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1881849987745339785&amp;postID=7725935882552029372' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/7725935882552029372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/7725935882552029372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend-update.html' title='Weekend Update'/><author><name>KarliSue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426510362121022682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07830968639074409669'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Siw-ea2_klI/AAAAAAAABEg/1FZveJcXFEk/s72-c/June+7th,+2009+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881849987745339785.post-2794238703570433074</id><published>2009-06-04T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T14:23:10.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fun and crazy day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sig0D9_FmQI/AAAAAAAABD4/amHu14Hm9i0/s1600-h/June+3rd+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343578200658516226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sig0D9_FmQI/AAAAAAAABD4/amHu14Hm9i0/s400/June+3rd+2009+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kiana and her friends playing with the horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sig0Div25oI/AAAAAAAABDw/xyL69qRUgsk/s1600-h/June+3rd+2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343578193346881154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sig0Div25oI/AAAAAAAABDw/xyL69qRUgsk/s400/June+3rd+2009+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a picture of our noodle horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sig0DZ4ZA-I/AAAAAAAABDo/koHhVHpeLO8/s1600-h/June+3rd+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343578190966752226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sig0DZ4ZA-I/AAAAAAAABDo/koHhVHpeLO8/s400/June+3rd+2009+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our Cowboy village&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sig0DLnv8wI/AAAAAAAABDg/fclGoaYSpVA/s1600-h/June+3rd+2009+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343578187138855682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sig0DLnv8wI/AAAAAAAABDg/fclGoaYSpVA/s400/June+3rd+2009+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kiana, Desmond, and Karston&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I am doing my best to keep my 3 little guys busy this summer! I have come up with some fun, creative, and cheap ways to have fun while at home. Yesterday we had cowboy day and we made stick ponies out of swimming noodles. Each pony cost a grand total of $2.00 but, the time we spent together making them was priceless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The idea for the noodle horse was actually all Karston's he said he saw them at school and gave me the run down on how they were made. So trusting my Karston we attempted making one and it turned out great! It was fun simple and hours and hours of entertainment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We built a little village in the backyard out of boxes and played cowboys. It was a fun filled day. When I look back I am surprised at how much we accomplished! In fact I'm really surprised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is for Jeremy: (Here is the run down of the day)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Desmond woke me up at 5am I put on Elmo's world for him and jumped on the treadmill. I ran 3 miles then Karston and Kiana woke up. We had family prayer and scripture. We made pancakes for breakfast. After breakfast the kids colored some pictures for their Grandparents in AZ, and made some Birthday cards for thier Uncle (remember Rit's and Lori's Birthdays are coming up.) Then we all made our beds and got ready for the day. Then we all came down and made our noodle horses. While the horses dried we went to the park for about a hour. Then the kids got hungry for lunch. We came home and I made turkey wraps for lunch. I cleaned up the kitchen put, Desmond down for his nap. Then came downstairs and made Karston, Kiki and I root beer floats. We went outside and ate our snack. Then the 2 of them headed off to their friends house. We had someone walk through our house around 1pm that afternoon while the kids were out playing and Desmond was napping. They commented on the cleanliness of the house (yes!), then after that all the kids and their friends came back to the house and I made 3 more ponies and the girls went into the backyard to play ponie land and the boys went upstairs to watch a cartoon. Soon the boys came downstairs and wanted to play with the girls and that turned into a Rodeo to say the least. By this time Desmond was up trying to keep up with all the big kids. After everyone had a snack they traded houses again and gave me a chance to put my house back together I cleaned everything back up then called the kids home. I gave them each a bath and got them all cleaned up to go with Romney and Kirstin. Romney came over around 5:15 to pick up the kids. They left I made some brownies for the neighbors. Another couple walked through the house around 6pm that night. I came home and the sweet Bishop and his amazing family came over to check on me. After they left I ran another 2 miles on the treadmill. Then I came in my room and laid on the floor and fell asleep. Around 2 am I woke up and realized I was laying in middle of the floor and I got ready for bed and actually got into bed and went to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So there is the rundown of our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1881849987745339785-2794238703570433074?l=bethankfulalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/feeds/2794238703570433074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1881849987745339785&amp;postID=2794238703570433074' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/2794238703570433074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/2794238703570433074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/2009/06/fun-and-crazy-day.html' title='A fun and crazy day!'/><author><name>KarliSue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426510362121022682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07830968639074409669'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sig0D9_FmQI/AAAAAAAABD4/amHu14Hm9i0/s72-c/June+3rd+2009+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881849987745339785.post-3620042721543772107</id><published>2009-05-31T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:24:52.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here are some fun pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SiL1i7DY1iI/AAAAAAAABC4/tQOifmhOz8c/s1600-h/Last+day+of+School+2008-2009+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342102088331089442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SiL1i7DY1iI/AAAAAAAABC4/tQOifmhOz8c/s400/Last+day+of+School+2008-2009+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have no idea what is all over his face but, he always seems to wear whatever he is eating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SiL1IRxzBzI/AAAAAAAABCw/rKdGLzToLUs/s1600-h/Last+day+of+School+2008-2009+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342101630574855986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SiL1IRxzBzI/AAAAAAAABCw/rKdGLzToLUs/s400/Last+day+of+School+2008-2009+051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Karston and Kiana best friends! At least in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SiL05DeoOII/AAAAAAAABCo/2yxSEi-eW2w/s1600-h/Last+day+of+School+2008-2009+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342101369038321794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SiL05DeoOII/AAAAAAAABCo/2yxSEi-eW2w/s400/Last+day+of+School+2008-2009+060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my little Man. I can't believe how grown up he is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342101116486694674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SiL0qWpoNxI/AAAAAAAABCg/Wnn8NuZaPAI/s400/Last+day+of+School+2008-2009+031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here is Miss Kiki De&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342100868729769810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SiL0b7rxj1I/AAAAAAAABCY/CJ5k9QtzCrA/s400/Last+day+of+School+2008-2009+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love waterproof casts! Karston can do everything anyone else can and I love it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342100524077770434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SiL0H3wVZsI/AAAAAAAABCQ/Ke457Ja1jzo/s400/Last+day+of+School+2008-2009+035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good friends and a slip n slide. What else do you need??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342100286597310562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SiLz6DElKGI/AAAAAAAABCI/HZIUSk4KZyQ/s400/Last+day+of+School+2008-2009+027.jpg" /&gt;Schools out time to swim in the backyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342099821082300450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SiLze85J0CI/AAAAAAAABB4/zG6jMcOSPEI/s400/Last+day+of+School+2008-2009+011.jpg" /&gt;Kiana at her Graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342099408653431842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SiLzG8ectCI/AAAAAAAABBw/3l-E0JFtqhA/s400/Last+day+of+School+2008-2009+014.jpg" /&gt;My Sweet Little Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342099211866781266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SiLy7fY2tlI/AAAAAAAABBo/vAnoaPYa8oA/s400/Last+day+of+School+2008-2009+015.jpg" /&gt;Here is Kiana at her final singing performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342098958858883234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SiLysw3EkKI/AAAAAAAABBg/rsAkc6vv9fc/s400/Last+day+of+School+2008-2009+059.jpg" /&gt; Karston with his very loose tooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342098564695302050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SiLyV0fJn6I/AAAAAAAABBY/IzVibYnZ-Bc/s400/Last+day+of+School+2008-2009+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342098379420808242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SiLyLCSRNDI/AAAAAAAABBQ/Nq4DyWDZkoo/s400/Last+day+of+School+2008-2009+056.jpg" /&gt;Summer is here and we are all EXCITED!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1881849987745339785-3620042721543772107?l=bethankfulalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/feeds/3620042721543772107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1881849987745339785&amp;postID=3620042721543772107' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/3620042721543772107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/3620042721543772107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-are-some-fun-pics.html' title='Here are some fun pics'/><author><name>KarliSue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426510362121022682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07830968639074409669'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SiL1i7DY1iI/AAAAAAAABC4/tQOifmhOz8c/s72-c/Last+day+of+School+2008-2009+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881849987745339785.post-2556173151047261367</id><published>2009-05-06T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:02:34.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SgIW0eBVtqI/AAAAAAAABBI/Ap__CPNHDAw/s1600-h/Kyler+MTC+5-6-09+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332849999427778210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SgIW0eBVtqI/AAAAAAAABBI/Ap__CPNHDAw/s400/Kyler+MTC+5-6-09+118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332849767597230338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SgIWm-YoSQI/AAAAAAAABBA/-8KCaWI-O7k/s400/Kyler+MTC+5-6-09+132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SgIKeZRicrI/AAAAAAAABA4/ksBozTz4D1o/s1600-h/Kyler+MTC+5-6-09+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332836426056889010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SgIKeZRicrI/AAAAAAAABA4/ksBozTz4D1o/s400/Kyler+MTC+5-6-09+098.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok first off I don't think I have posted any new pictures of Kiana since her new hair cut. She cut off a ton of hair!!! She is really loving her new hair cut!! She is really lucky she can really get away with any length of hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this week so far has been nothing short of a crazy adventure!! Monday Jeremy and I came to the conclusion that it would be better for the kids to stay here in Utah during the summer for stability. Also with being pregnant it makes it hard traveling around and missing Dr. appointments. It was a really tough decision but, I know it was the right one. I'm hoping to be able to go out and visit Jeremy for a week or so during the summer then maybe later on in the summer I will take the whole family out for a week vacation. For now we are just playing everything by ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday I had my Dr. appointment and I have to say I left very disappointed! I went in to have my 24 week ultrasound (where they check everything out eyes, mouth, spine) As I laid there on the ultra sound table the tech was attempting to check things out but, my little guy would not move. I mean would not move at all!!! I have to admit I was a little scared. We tried for 45 minutes to get the baby to move but, NOTHING! She was able to get a brief heart beat and that was it. Because of the position of the baby we were not able to see a thing! I left somewhat emotional. I was really looking forward to sending Jeremy some pictures. But, I guess I get to wait another 4 weeks. Oh well right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Tuesday night was fun we went to my parents house and had chicken tacos and spent sometime together as a family before my brother got set apart as a missionary. It was a fun night with really good food (like always)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday evening the kids and I arrived home past their bed times. They were all super tired. As soon as we walked in the door everyone went straight to bed. I was able to talk to Jeremy on the phone for a little while then I slowly fell asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around 1 am I heard a loud BANG!! I jumped up out of bed trying to figure out what just happened then I heard Karston screaming! I ran into his room to see what was going on. He was on the floor curled up in a ball just crying. I asked what was wrong and I could tell he was still half asleep. He was grabbing his arm telling me how bad it hurt. I carried him into my room where I could assess the situation better. In my bedroom I immediately saw almost like magic Karston's hand begin to swell. Karston was in so much pain. His face was pale, his body was trembling. I began to panic. What do I do?? Do I wait it out? Do I go to the ER? Do I wake up Desmond and Kiana? Do I call my family? Do I call a neighbor? What should I do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I text Jeremy telling him the situation. I knew he would be asleep and probably would not get my message but, I sent it anyway. Almost immediately after I pushed send Jeremy called me back. I asked him what I should do? He told me to call someone for help. I'm so stubborn and I didn't want to wake anyone up so I told him I was going to wait it out till morning. I hung up the phone with him and held Karston. The pain was getting worse and his hand was getting bigger. So I woke up Desmond and Kiana and packed us all in the car and drove to the ER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the ER we were the only ones there. It was really nice we got right in and they started caring for Karston immediately. They took the X-Ray and not even 10 minutes later the nurse came in and asked if I wanted to see the X-Ray. I told her yes and followed her to see what had happened. Karston had broken his arm in 2 places. He had broken past 15 degrees which means a orthopedic surgeon needed to be called in to place it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They sent us back to our room and contacted the Ortho. The ER Dr. shortly returned back to our room and explained what was going to happen. The Orthopedic Surgeon didn't want to come in but, the ER doctor didn't feel like he could send us home without trying to set Karston's arm as much as he could. So they drugged Karston up and set his arm. He was so brave!!! They had 3 people in the room to hold him down while they did it and all Karston could do was yelp out in pain. It broke my heart to see him in so much pain but, I knew this had to be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all of this they put a temporary cast on Karston until we were able to get into the Orthopedic Surgeon to have it properly placed and put a hard cast on it. They sent us home with pain medication and ice. We arrived home around 3:20 am Desmond and Kiana went right back to bed (they were so good!) I put Karston in my room and propped his arm up with all of my pillows. About 30 minutes after we got home Karston finally fell asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a really hard time falling back to sleep my mind was awake and ready for anything. Around 4:30 is when I finally fell back asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that brings us to today. Karston woke up at the same time he always does 6am and wanted to watch Cartoons (he also needed some more pain meds) Desmond and Kiana slept in till around 8am. I have to admitt I'm still pretty tired but, doing okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my brother Ky went into the MTC. In fact I just got back from dropping him off! I'm so excited for him! We are all going to miss him like crazy but, I know he is doing the right thing by serving a full time mission! I'm so blessed to have such great brothers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/1881849987745339785-2556173151047261367?l=bethankfulalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/feeds/2556173151047261367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1881849987745339785&amp;postID=2556173151047261367' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/2556173151047261367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/2556173151047261367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-have-to-be-kidding.html' title='YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING!!!!!!!'/><author><name>KarliSue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426510362121022682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07830968639074409669'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SgIW0eBVtqI/AAAAAAAABBI/Ap__CPNHDAw/s72-c/Kyler+MTC+5-6-09+118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881849987745339785.post-2526570611322112385</id><published>2009-05-03T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:05:01.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Week Down way to many to go.........</title><content type='html'>So the last time I posted as some of you could tell I was a little bit frazzled (to say the least.)  Its weird how life just never stops happening.  Each day I wake up and I brace myself for whatever is coming at me next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week it has been sickness.  I feel like my kids are continually sick!  Kiana and Desmond both came down with some weird flu thing.  Knowing my luck I knew it would be H1N1 Flu (Swine Flu) so I took them into the Dr.   Kiana was diagnosed with Asthma with a secondary infection and Desmond just had a freaky sinus infection.  So they put Desmond on Augmentin and Kiana on Sigular and Xopenex.  I was so happy that this was what they had.  I could totally handle this.  The kids still haven't slept through the night but, we are making progress in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so Karston this past week has been so so entertaining.  He is coming up with the silliest things to talk about and do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with this morning.  So Karston came into my room around 4:30AM and asked me if he could have breakfast.  I was so tired I told him to go down and get it himself.  So Karston went downstairs and made himself a breakfast.  Not much later Karston came into my room and layed down on my bed.  Then all of a sudden I hear him run into my bathroom and start throwing up.  My heart dropped this could not be happening.  Why was Karston sick now?  I ran in the bathroom and sure enough Karston said his tummy hurt.  After throwing up everything but, the kitchen sink he went back and laid down in bed.  Shortly after this I went downstairs to wash Karstons bedding and to rid the house of any sick germs before the other kids got out of their beds.  Just before I was about to begin the laundry I noticed what Karston had made himself for breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karston had come up with his own new cereal.  It contained Swedish fish, sour patch kids, and life.  Of course all covered in milk.  He had eaten a entire package of Swedish fish and sour patch kids.  No wonder he was throwing up.  This was disgusting!!!!!  I went upstairs to talk to Karston and he was laying on the bed.  Before I could say anything Karston looked at me and said "Mom I wish there was 2 things not on this earth, Throwing up and lieing."  I started laughing because earlier this week Karston got in trouble for lieing and had lost a couple of toys in the process.  Apparently he has learned his lesson.  I asked him how is breakfast was?  He told me it was good but, he had eaten way to much!  Obviously.  Ahhhhh..... You got to love little boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karston has also started (on his own) a Dream Journal.  He wakes up every morning and writes down his dreams.  If these dreams are real this kid has the craziest dreams EVER!!  It has been really fun sharing these fun dreams (or stories) together every morning.  He always draws pictures to go along with his dreams and man are they good.  Lately he has been dreaming a lot about Sharks and Skeletons.  I know really random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karston has also been asking me to change his Birthday to June 1st.  I told him that Heavenly Father was the only one who could change your Birthday (why did I say that??)  So every night now in Karston prayers he has been asking Heavenly Father to tell me that it is okay to change his Birthday to June 1st. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Karston came and asked me if we could buy a "Rest Bucket"  what in the world is a "Rest Bucket?"  Karston in a sarcastic tone told me "Mom, you know."  No I really don't I replied.  Karston went on to say "You know mom the car that the police can't get you in if you don't wear your seat belt.and they have beds, a motor home."  You want me to buy a motor home?  Why did you call it a rest bucket?  I asked.  Well, Karston said its a better name then a motor home.  Ok I didn't know what to say.  He wants a Motor Home so when we drive to Orem (oh the whole 10 minutes it takes he won't have to wear a seat belt and if he wants he can take a nap.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so there are a few of the silly things Karston has done this week.  This coming week should be exciting.  Today is my Brother Kevins Birthday, Tuesday I have my OB appointment, Wednesday my Brother leaves for the MTC, and the rest of the week is up for grabs.  We will see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write soon.....  I'm excited to see how my Dr. appointment goes.  I feel like this baby is huge.  I have never gotten this big this fast.  Ahhh But, I also never found out I was pregnant so far along either.  That in and of itself has thrown everything off.  Oh well I feel like I'm caring twins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do feel great most of the time!  I have been running at least 2 miles everyday and I feel like in someway that has helped me maintain my sanity.  Okay I'm rambling (I do that all the time don't I) Well I will write on Tuesday and let you all know how my appointment goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1881849987745339785-2526570611322112385?l=bethankfulalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/feeds/2526570611322112385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1881849987745339785&amp;postID=2526570611322112385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/2526570611322112385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/2526570611322112385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-week-down-way-to-many-to-go.html' title='Another Week Down way to many to go.........'/><author><name>KarliSue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426510362121022682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07830968639074409669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881849987745339785.post-8244581094331565188</id><published>2009-04-26T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:47:52.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a New Post!!</title><content type='html'>Alright here is a update.  So many crazy things have happened over the past 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on the last 2 weeks I have really come close to having a nervous breakdown but, I'm still here and making it through each day one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all really miss Jeremy but, he is doing great out in Philly.  To our surprise the apartments his office rented ended up being better then they expected.  His office has really started things off on the right foot. They have been number one in the company and sales have been better than expected.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; start day for summer is May 1st so we have our fingers crossed that the rest of the summer will just keep getting better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Jeremy and I have had a few crazy experiences over the past few weeks.  Jeremy drove to Philly 36 hours (yes I would have died!) The drive was beautiful so I was told but, the tolls were out of control!!  It ended up costing around $100.00 per car just in toll fees!  CRAZY!  Jeremy drove out there with both of our cars so $200.00.  We were not expecting that!  Oh well, I'm just glad he arrived safe and without injury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After arriving in Philly they settled in and the battery in my remote car thing died.  So the car alarm kept going off.  I felt so bad because I kept the spare key with me thinking that was the smart thing to do.  Well, I sent the key with a co-worker who went out on Monday and that situation was resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy I think is missing my cooking a little.  Jeremy LOVES muffins but, he didn't bring a muffin tin with him so today I called him and he told me he made a huge muffin cookie.  He mixed up the muffin mix and piled it onto a cookie sheet and baked it.  It made one large cookie muffin pancake looking thing. I kinda laughed when I heard this.  At least he is being creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I have had our fair share of weird things happen. We got stuck on I-15 for over 2 hours one night.  The next night we witnessed a hit and run. A lady ran into a fence that was holding horses (for those of you who live by me it was at the turn of death) she hit the fence then took off!  I was left with all these horses running out onto the street.  I called 911 and explained the situation.  She told me to do my best in keeping the horses together.  I thought "are you kidding I know nothing about horses!" Well to make a very very long and traumatizing story short the horses where saved!, my car died, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Karston&lt;/span&gt; threw up in the car, I ran home with my kids who had no shoes on, ran back, jumped my car, came home and cleaned up throw up in my car until 2:30 am.  Yes, I really thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Karston&lt;/span&gt; was attempting to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;retrieve&lt;/span&gt; a toy that was taken away from him (it was on the top of my closet)  He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; he could do a pull up on the rack in the closet and lift his 70 pound body up to his toys.  Well he successfully pulled down my entire bar that all of my clothes where hung up on.  Wow, I couldn't believe this was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I needed a little relief because I was going to freak out because I felt like everything was going slightly wrong. So I told the kids I was going to jump in the shower really quick.  Wow bad idea because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kiana&lt;/span&gt; and all of her friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to join me while I was taking my shower.  I totally screamed (yes, so now 3 neighbor kids have seen me naked)  This shower was more traumatizing then stress relieving.  I will now only shower after the kids go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I have more to but, I know this post is already to long.  I miss not having a computer or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; at my house right now!!  So I can only blog when I'm out at my parents.  I will write soon!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time I will update you on the car situation, the pregnancy, and all the other juicy details of my life!  I love you all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1881849987745339785-8244581094331565188?l=bethankfulalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/feeds/8244581094331565188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1881849987745339785&amp;postID=8244581094331565188' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/8244581094331565188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/8244581094331565188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-new-post.html' title='Finally a New Post!!'/><author><name>KarliSue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426510362121022682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07830968639074409669'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881849987745339785.post-7520695980436458796</id><published>2009-04-11T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:00:04.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeremy is leaving on MONDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SeEc9PNlt8I/AAAAAAAABAw/bgf3pFOaJrU/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323568072909764546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SeEc9PNlt8I/AAAAAAAABAw/bgf3pFOaJrU/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe it is time for Jeremy to leave for Philadelphia.  He is leaving super early Monday morning.  He will be back the last week in August.  This still seems very unreal.  Today I have spent most of my day packing him up and buying groceries to supply his apartment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I will be joining Jeremy after Karston gets out of school at the end of May.  This just all seems crazy!  But, exciting all at the same time.  I have been online all week checking out all the really fun things for us to do while we are in Philadelphia.  There are so many FREE and inexpensive things to do.  Our apartment is in Blue Bell, PA. (this is just a half hour or so out of Philly from what I hear) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that everything goes according to plan.  Jeremy is taking both of our cars out to Philly and I will be using a car that one of his employees is leaving at our house for me to car sit during the summer.  We are doing this so I don't have to drive out to PA this summer.  I will fly out with the kids in June and my car will be waiting for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so frantic today!!  There is so much going on.  AHHHHH okay I will write later when I can think more clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wish me good luck I feel like I'm packing up a teenager for college.  Okay gotta go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1881849987745339785-7520695980436458796?l=bethankfulalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/feeds/7520695980436458796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1881849987745339785&amp;postID=7520695980436458796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/7520695980436458796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/7520695980436458796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/2009/04/jeremy-is-leaving-on-monday.html' title='Jeremy is leaving on MONDAY!'/><author><name>KarliSue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426510362121022682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07830968639074409669'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/SeEc9PNlt8I/AAAAAAAABAw/bgf3pFOaJrU/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1881849987745339785.post-7381105419641513882</id><published>2009-04-09T13:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:10:04.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sd5hbJrRv6I/AAAAAAAABAk/vx__uY_fvGA/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322798928680304546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sd5hbJrRv6I/AAAAAAAABAk/vx__uY_fvGA/s400/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Desmond enjoying some Yummy Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies that I actually made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sd5ha-UQXfI/AAAAAAAABAc/XgtWBg8rL4s/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322798925630954994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sd5ha-UQXfI/AAAAAAAABAc/XgtWBg8rL4s/s400/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a picture of one of the cookies I made!  First attempt at this recipe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sd5hapsaxdI/AAAAAAAABAU/D_8bBrt8tsg/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322798920095155666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sd5hapsaxdI/AAAAAAAABAU/D_8bBrt8tsg/s400/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Desmond and Jeremy just kicking back watching some Basketball.  I love hoe Desmond copies everything Jeremy does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sd5hafcjrfI/AAAAAAAABAM/gKxbvkk9moU/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322798917344275954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sd5hafcjrfI/AAAAAAAABAM/gKxbvkk9moU/s400/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kiana ready for church in her new spring/summer dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sd5gzGApWiI/AAAAAAAABAE/W1Zwkit8Jmc/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322798240501422626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sd5gzGApWiI/AAAAAAAABAE/W1Zwkit8Jmc/s400/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Desmond in Arizona about to go on a walk when a butterfly landed on his stroller.  It made its way down to Desmond and then Sake (Grandma's Dog) tried to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322798236450330386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sd5gy26ylxI/AAAAAAAAA_8/Y7vuwiDpQ4M/s400/068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Desmond in his big boy bed.  I can't believe he will stay in this all night and he still takes his naps!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sd5gykFt60I/AAAAAAAAA_0/7s4EtQpjgw0/s1600-h/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322798231395887938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sd5gykFt60I/AAAAAAAAA_0/7s4EtQpjgw0/s400/070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Karston and I went on a date the other night to a Jazz Game! We had so much fun!!  I love hanging out with my Karston!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322798228784000610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sd5gyaW_rmI/AAAAAAAAA_s/1TEOpvnF0HU/s400/071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Karston and Kiana are obsessed with eating with chopsticks!!  They eat anything and everything with them including pasta salad and chips and dip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322798228143038818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sd5gyX-LYWI/AAAAAAAAA_k/z8N-SLdBwGw/s400/072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Desmond has figured out how to open the pantry door and get the cereal out.  I love that he always goes for the Lucky Charms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322796014760681458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sd5exies3_I/AAAAAAAAA_c/Y2ODOJHuzFU/s400/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On April Fools I made the kids and their friends a sweet trick!  I made cupcakes inside of ice cream cones.  Desmond LOVED it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322796010983566786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sd5exUaKrcI/AAAAAAAAA_U/yqIyTDPBSmY/s400/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just told Desmond he could have a cookie and this is the smile I got.  He truly is the cookie monster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322796004285614210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sd5ew7dQCII/AAAAAAAAA_E/r0ZVpGFnVTY/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Karston on his way to school on Valentines Day.  I Love this picture of him!  I think he looks so handsome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322795997450378130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sd5ewh_mm5I/AAAAAAAAA-8/igCp-2ETY3E/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was the Valentines Day Card box Karston and I made.  He didn't want it to be girly so we made it a monster! I thought it turned out well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1881849987745339785-7381105419641513882?l=bethankfulalways.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/feeds/7381105419641513882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1881849987745339785&amp;postID=7381105419641513882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/7381105419641513882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1881849987745339785/posts/default/7381105419641513882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethankfulalways.blogspot.com/2009/04/picture-update.html' title='Picture Update'/><author><name>KarliSue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18426510362121022682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07830968639074409669'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J54vTEPEOnQ/Sd5hbJrRv6I/AAAAAAAABAk/vx__uY_fvGA/s72-c/035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>