<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:16:36.310-06:00</updated><category term='Homeschooling'/><category term='Couponing'/><category term='Legacy'/><category term='Adoption'/><title type='text'>Our Journey with Elizabeth</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>259</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-8240877086818730632</id><published>2011-01-15T19:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T19:43:30.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Diligent</title><content type='html'>*I am reposting here for those who haven't headed over to the new blog.&amp;nbsp; poormanponderosa.blogspot.com*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been rocking the boat so hard around here that we are reeling  with everything going on.  If I look at the facts of we are adopting  (again), we are buying a new home and moving soon, we homeschool (at  least trying to get the major subjects done), M has been having MAJOR  issues lately, E just got hearing aids (the Lord provided funding!!!),  taking over the lead in our church's foster/adoption ministry and the  simple tasks of laundry, dishes, etc, I start feeling so overwhelmed  that I just want to crawl in a hole and sleep until the storm passes.   The waves are crashing over our boat and though I know we are not  sinking it is hard to have faith when EVERYTHING is so difficult. YET!   If I place my focus on God and HIS provision and I set my sights to  accomplish one thing at a time, it is doable.  If I can be diligent to  trust that HE is in control, He will show (and is!) Himself powerful.   You can eat a whole pie, one bite at a time.  We can get through all  these tumultuous times, one thing at a time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that in mind- God is continuing to AMAZE us.  Today we got Mr.  Incredible's passport back, the agent had said that with adding pages it  would take 7-10 days.  We dropped it off on Tuesday and have it back on  Saturday.  That's FOUR days! Today we got the last paperwork for our  State of Texas grant for special needs adoption.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt; TODAY we got our I-800 Provisional approval in the mail&lt;/i&gt;!   Just a couple of weeks ago it took 9 days in the mail to get our  I-800A approval from immigration.  This Provisional approval took TWO  days in the mail!!!! (The difference between the two is you first have  to apply for immigration for a child you are adopting and &lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt; you have to apply for the specific child you are adopting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have gone from submitting the contract with our agency October 14,  2010 to having full US immigration approval to bring Lillyanna home  January 15, 2011 in &lt;b&gt;93 days&lt;/b&gt;!  That is roughly the estimate for just getting paperwork through immigration now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that God has big plans for Lilly's life if He is moving SO BIG  just to bring her home.  It's kind of scary since HE is entrusting her  to &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;US&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.  I don't think that I think THAT much of myself.  What &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; God expect from us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best answer is:&lt;br /&gt;Obedience.&amp;nbsp; A willing heart.&amp;nbsp; And diligence in the midst of the storm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-8240877086818730632?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/8240877086818730632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2011/01/being-diligent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/8240877086818730632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/8240877086818730632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2011/01/being-diligent.html' title='Being Diligent'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-904650267035429109</id><published>2010-12-15T10:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T10:29:47.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingerprinted!</title><content type='html'>We got in and had absolutely no wait! Headed out for lunch to celebrate our 14 year anniversary today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-904650267035429109?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/904650267035429109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/12/fingerprinted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/904650267035429109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/904650267035429109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/12/fingerprinted.html' title='Fingerprinted!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-1592141331051183740</id><published>2010-12-13T17:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T17:01:11.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingerprinting Appointments In Today's Mail!!!!</title><content type='html'>Check out more at &lt;a href="http://www.poormanponderosa.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.poormanponderosa.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-1592141331051183740?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/1592141331051183740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/12/fingerprinting-appointments-in-todays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/1592141331051183740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/1592141331051183740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/12/fingerprinting-appointments-in-todays.html' title='Fingerprinting Appointments In Today&apos;s Mail!!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-6586737948557132758</id><published>2010-12-06T15:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T15:05:01.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>USCIS Update</title><content type='html'>We are still waiting for fingerprinting appointments.&amp;nbsp; I had expected them no later than today's mail and when the paperwork didn't arrive I called our adoption agency.&amp;nbsp; Because of the recent USCIS fee increase, applications are backed up.&amp;nbsp; So instead of 45 days we are looking at 60 days, this is from November 19th.&amp;nbsp; Please, please pray that either the adoption agency will see the need to expedite- due to little miss needing biophosphonate infusions- or that miraculously USCIS would just get it done quickly.&amp;nbsp; Little Misses future depends on strengthening her bones.&amp;nbsp; We are talking possibly the difference between being wheel chair bound or leading a normal life.&amp;nbsp; She walks now, but the medicine is growth dependent and we've already missed her first four years of growth and as you grow more strain is placed on the bones.&amp;nbsp; Please pray.&amp;nbsp; We have to have have this paperwork before China can do anything else.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-6586737948557132758?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/6586737948557132758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/12/uscis-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/6586737948557132758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/6586737948557132758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/12/uscis-update.html' title='USCIS Update'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-1205840519654010748</id><published>2010-12-06T14:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T14:45:36.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't forget we've moved!</title><content type='html'>Our new blog is www.poormanponderosa.blogspot.com.&amp;nbsp; See ya there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-1205840519654010748?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/1205840519654010748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/12/dont-forget-weve-moved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/1205840519654010748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/1205840519654010748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/12/dont-forget-weve-moved.html' title='Don&apos;t forget we&apos;ve moved!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-9043483848665324841</id><published>2010-12-02T15:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T15:28:56.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Upsizing</title><content type='html'>(from poormanponderosa.blogspot.com) &lt;br /&gt;Well we've prayed, we've test drove, we've counted the cost and test  drove some more...&amp;nbsp; The last month it seems has been filled with  uncertainty about what vehicle God would have us buy.&amp;nbsp; At first we  thought he was leading us to an eight passenger minivan, but our hearts  didn't settle.&amp;nbsp; We've compared minivans to suburbans to 15 passenger  vans, looked at seating, pricing, etc.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday, we went and saw 15  passenger vans.&amp;nbsp; It is with fear and faith a lot of trepidation and  still some hesitation, but we are going to be buying a 14 passenger van  and we feel at peace about it.&amp;nbsp; Why all the fear and faith, trepidation,  hesitation?&amp;nbsp; Have YOU ever driven one?!&amp;nbsp; It's like driving an aircraft  carrier!!!&amp;nbsp; The fear is because we know of a young man who was injured  in a 15 passenger van accident and his life will never be the same  because of it.&amp;nbsp; Trepidation and hesitation are from the fact that we  never imagined ourselves here, have never been in this situation before  and it is a bit overwhelming.&amp;nbsp; The faith aspect is we believe that we  are following what God is telling to do, but we really don't want to  understand or try to comprehend why we need a 14 passenger van, an eight  seater would fit us fine.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it's the cost, maybe the room, I  honestly cringe to think about other possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God  equips who He calls, He doesn't call the equipped.&amp;nbsp; So if he's called  us to care for orphans and He's equipping us with a 14 passenger van...  (I'm not ready to go there!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-9043483848665324841?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/9043483848665324841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/12/upsizing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/9043483848665324841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/9043483848665324841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/12/upsizing.html' title='Upsizing'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-8529959064531863215</id><published>2010-11-18T22:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T22:11:13.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Blogs!</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to let you know I will be posting at &lt;a href="http://www.poormanponderosa.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.poormanponderosa.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; from now on.  We would love to have you join us over there.  Making the change has a dual purpose- not singling out one child for who the blog is about as well as we wanted to make a play of our wonderful name!  We hope to see you at our new blog home!  Still working on it, but it is up and running!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-8529959064531863215?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/8529959064531863215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/11/moving-blogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/8529959064531863215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/8529959064531863215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/11/moving-blogs.html' title='Moving Blogs!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-9198447070093795278</id><published>2010-11-16T13:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T13:29:58.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Homestudy Has Finally Been Approved!</title><content type='html'>Nothing really more can be said!  We are working hard on bringing new little miss home.  Working on new blog as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-9198447070093795278?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/9198447070093795278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/11/our-homestudy-has-finally-been-approved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/9198447070093795278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/9198447070093795278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/11/our-homestudy-has-finally-been-approved.html' title='Our Homestudy Has Finally Been Approved!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-1617526917659705252</id><published>2010-11-11T08:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T08:18:45.108-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One LESS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/8SDwZL5zGL8/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8SDwZL5zGL8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8SDwZL5zGL8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-1617526917659705252?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/1617526917659705252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-less.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/1617526917659705252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/1617526917659705252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-less.html' title='One LESS!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-2243299638704845440</id><published>2010-11-09T12:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T12:47:03.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Evidence is Overwhelming!!!!!</title><content type='html'>We got a call from our adoption agency today.  The next piece of paperwork that we were needing in order to bring little miss home came today!?  I am reeling from shock and awe.  God is making it overwhelmingly clear that he wants HER to join our family.  Due to the favor that is happening on her and our behalf I am not sharing what came and though we could our agency is asking that we still not post her picture.  Yet.  The only pieces of the puzzle left before we can bring her home are immigration approval and travel approval.  Our God is working MICACLES on behalf of this little girl already.  May HE redeem her and make her whole.  He is moving MOUNTAINS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a quick follow up, the house we thought of pursuing already has four contracts on it.  Pray that if this is the house for us God would make it abundantly clear and make necessary PROVISIONS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-2243299638704845440?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/2243299638704845440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/11/evidence-is-overwhelming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2243299638704845440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2243299638704845440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/11/evidence-is-overwhelming.html' title='The Evidence is Overwhelming!!!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-6665737348428363765</id><published>2010-11-09T08:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T08:39:28.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things May Be Quiet Here, But Not At Home!</title><content type='html'>I've wanted to sit down and write so many times, but have such a hard time finding the time!  We are currently praying about a certain house, a certain vehicle, a certain tractor...  We are also praying and deliberating on putting Elizabeth in Deaf Ed classes a couple of days a week.  Her progress has been so slow and there's the argument that at home she's not around her peer group...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our homestudy will hopefully be done in a couple of days and we can submit for immigration approval to bring little miss home.  I just wish we could get further in the process so that I could post pictures!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally had almost a normal school day yesterday (our normal that is), it was such a blessing after three weeks of pell mell, helter skelterness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least.  We approaching the season of giving and it would be helpful to bring in some money to help with adoption expenses so I had this idea.  I coupon shop, I get things free or almost free when I do this.  What do you think of "buying" items, but however instead of me shipping the items to you I can donate them to our local homeless shelter, the women's shelter and the free clinic and the money raised would go straight to our adoption?!  Would anyone be even interested in this idea?  I don't want to waste my time, I have so little, so if you could PLEASE share your comments this would be greatly appreciated.  I would probably use paypal to process the money.  Any input in the way of doing some sort of fundraiser would be appreciated. We have considered a garage sale, but our house was taken over with things for the one for Elizabeth's adoption and I don't want that to happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise this really is the last thing.  Elizabeth has a NEW SKILL!  She can climb into a chair now!  It's those little things that I had taken for granted before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-6665737348428363765?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/6665737348428363765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-may-be-quiet-here-but-not-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/6665737348428363765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/6665737348428363765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-may-be-quiet-here-but-not-at.html' title='Things May Be Quiet Here, But Not At Home!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-1037290964397116756</id><published>2010-11-07T09:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T09:08:23.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Mr. Incredible!</title><content type='html'>I love you honey.  May your day be full of blessings. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-1037290964397116756?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/1037290964397116756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-mr-incredible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/1037290964397116756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/1037290964397116756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-mr-incredible.html' title='Happy Birthday, Mr. Incredible!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-9008454590049288836</id><published>2010-11-07T08:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T09:07:14.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Survived and Thrived!</title><content type='html'>The last three weeks have been so challenging, but we made it!  For the Children was a success and we had several people outside of the participating agencies come!  Thank you so much to all of the volunteers, the childcare workers, with special thanks to Ms. A, Ms. K, Ms. C and Mr. M (not our M) for all that you did and thanks to the attendees!  I pray all were blessed and were able to get informed on the topic they chose.  Five churches attended the session on how to start a foster/adopt ministry!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone for your prayers.  They were felt.  Though stressed yesterday, I never got a migraine!!!  My throat still flares and my stomach is still knotting, but hopefully as the stress reduces so will these.  &lt;br /&gt;Our meeting with the social worker on Friday went well even though the sewage had backed up into our house Friday morning!  Oh, yes it did.  Our bothersome tree root struck again! LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully life will get back to normal, though I am coming to realize that our normal means nothing is ever normal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-9008454590049288836?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/9008454590049288836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-survived-and-thrived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/9008454590049288836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/9008454590049288836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-survived-and-thrived.html' title='We Survived and Thrived!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-2385275377543585955</id><published>2010-11-03T09:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T09:43:23.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dodging Bullets</title><content type='html'>I think I finally realized what has been going on for the last two and a half weeks.  Spiritual warfare.  Guess I'm not real quick on the uptake.  It does make sense though.  I am supposed to present information about making adoption a reality at For the Children on the 6th.  What better way to disable me than to feel horrible, have so much to do that it's hard to get my presentation ready, have sick, complaining kids...?!  Even technology has not been friendly lately!  &lt;br /&gt;Please pray for us.  I have canceled our appointments for the day to try and concentrate on getting me and the kids better, the rest of the stuff from our trip unpacked and getting the house presentable for the social worker's final home visit on Friday for our current adoption.  Breathe.  Just breathe.  And clean. And unpack.  And file. And work.  Be in prayer the bullets are flying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-2385275377543585955?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/2385275377543585955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/11/dodging-bullets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2385275377543585955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2385275377543585955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/11/dodging-bullets.html' title='Dodging Bullets'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-8063139493829860130</id><published>2010-11-01T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:07:09.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck or Trust?</title><content type='html'>We all have expectations.  Maybe we expect to have children or get a certain job or live in a certain manner or even that God wants us to do a certain thing.  We have expectations of our children.  We have expectations of our spouse.  We have expectations of our parents.  We might even have expectations that when we pull up to a light that soon it will change and we will be able to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has expectations of us.  "Love the LORD your God with all your heart, soul, mind and strength and love your neighbor as yourself".  Fairly lofty expectations.  Am I truly loving the Lord in all those ways?  Is my neighbor getting any of my attention?  Am I getting any of my attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not want to vacation in Colorado at this time of year.  Snow was my major concern and being stuck indoors.  It was also not a very convenient time, but I resisted and Mr. Incredible persisted. So to CO we go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected to be able to go sledding on the mountain next to the condo when I saw snow on the ground.  Denied.  I expected to be able to sled down an 8 foot pile of snow in a grassy area. Denied.  To say that my expectations were dashed would be an understatement.  I didn't want to be here in the first place and now we were being legislated what we could do!?  As far as I was concerned our vacation was smashed, stepped on, run over and then thrown into an odiferous landfill.  I was mad, mad at Mr. Incredible for making us come, mad at myself for everything, mad at the kids for just being kids.  My expectations weren't met and I had a choice to make.  Were we seriously going to pack up and go home with 5 days left?  Was I going to let my attitude control me or was I going to control my attitude.  Yes, when your expectations aren't met it isn't easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our vacation started off with not being able to find either of our two atlases.  While loading the van, one child unscrewed the antennae and another child tried to "fix" it unbeknownst to us.  We were puzzled by the noise of a vibration as we merged onto the interstate.  A little way down the road Mr. Incredible saw 1" of the antennae hanging onto the area between the hood and windshield as I was whizzing at 70+ miles/hour and proceeded to hang out of the van to retrieve it.  So we get to the exit after our entrance and pull off to reattach the antennae and try to get my phone to pull up a map of our route.  Less than 120 miles down the road we hit torrential rains and are almost involved in an accident when trying to leave the C-F-A that we lunched at.  Sunday- no sledding. Monday- no sledding.  Tuesday- sledding in town with incidents.  Wednesday- finish Hague training and go shopping for forgotten grocery items from Sunday.  Thursday- great sledding in town.  Friday- not so great really mushy snow sledding in town.  Saturday- leave and bump a parking garage support; a Denver GF bakery and cafe is no longer a cafe we find out as we stop for lunch; T too small to slide down at FOTF.  Sunday- take a detour to a volcano and enjoy a chilly hike down into the crater and around the rim, at least some of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to laugh at our vacation, and we did have funny parts.  Like getting a floss pick stuck between my teeth while flying down the road. Or the tank of gas that lasted 456.4 miles = 7 hours. (I had determined to drive at least a tank on the way back, it took us three tanks to get there and only two back!?)  Apparently I choose the wrong tank!  LOL!!  Why do things always happen when I'M driving?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;So will I let ruined expectations and a vacation that all were glad to see over be the defining moment of my life?  Or can a let my focus return to what God expects of me?  Be stuck or trust?!  I cannot let a few mishaps tarnish the incredible provision and safety that we DID experience. (loving God) I can continue to pray for the administrators of WP. (loving neighbors) I can also treasure the time with family and the break from my usual schedule.  (loving myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Incredible now understands my hesitation in going in the first place and our marriage has had the chance for a lot more laughs.  It really is hard to not laugh when you tauk wif a withp bacauth of de fwoss thtuck in your mowf (talk with a lisp because of the floss stuck in your mouth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note for posterity.  Colorado is best enjoyed in September when lots of hiking can be done and little people have an outlet for their energy. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-8063139493829860130?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/8063139493829860130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/11/stuck-or-trust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/8063139493829860130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/8063139493829860130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/11/stuck-or-trust.html' title='Stuck or Trust?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-286891945303919007</id><published>2010-11-01T16:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T16:04:05.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Giveaway- Support Orphans!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;GIVEAWAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, you have &lt;strong&gt;TWO &lt;/strong&gt;chances to be entered in a giveaway for a &lt;strong&gt;FREE Lifesong for Orphans t-shirt&lt;/strong&gt;! Lifesong will be debuting 2 new colors (chocolate brown for men and red for women) and are offering to give away 2 shirts before they are available for sale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here’s how to enter: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1:&lt;/strong&gt; Go to the Lifesong &lt;a href="http://lifesong.squarespace.com/home/2010/11/1/give-aways-are-fun.html"&gt;blog posting from Monday&lt;/a&gt; and guess how many children are no longer orphans that Lifesong helped to bring home through financial assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2:&lt;/strong&gt; Leave a comment on &lt;a href="http://lifesong.squarespace.com/home/2010/10/29/lets-do-this.html"&gt;Friday’s posting&lt;/a&gt; about how we can creatively work together as the body of Christ to care for orphans around the world! Here's what you do... share with us &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; ideas. &amp;nbsp;Leave a comment... maybe about a ministry your church is involved in... or a family you helped support financially to adopt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Maybe you have this &lt;strong&gt;aMAZing&lt;/strong&gt; idea that has been just waiting to get out and be put in action. &amp;nbsp;Here's your chance! &amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Let's inspire each other to rise up on behalf of orphans!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #191919;"&gt;“With this in mind, take some time to walk through your house and ask God what he would have you do with your part of the 200 million orphans worldwide, most of whom may never hear the gospel, much less have it lived out in a loving family of their own.” – Greg Lucas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-286891945303919007?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/286891945303919007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/11/free-giveaway-support-orphans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/286891945303919007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/286891945303919007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/11/free-giveaway-support-orphans.html' title='Free Giveaway- Support Orphans!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-4735428154985215428</id><published>2010-10-29T11:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:11:42.544-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><title type='text'>We have Pre Approval!</title><content type='html'>We got awesome news last night. We got our pre-approval!!!!  That news came a week after our LOI (letter of intent) finally got submitted.  Once we get back from vacation we will finish up our homestudy and fill out the form for immigration approval.  Hopefully we can get all sent to USCIS maybe by the 10th or before and get fingerprints maybe before Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;God kept me up last night and I hope to share with you this afternoon.  Gonna do some more family fun first though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-4735428154985215428?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/4735428154985215428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-have-pre-approval.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/4735428154985215428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/4735428154985215428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-have-pre-approval.html' title='We have Pre Approval!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-2742438349865574140</id><published>2010-10-26T18:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T18:41:04.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sites and Sounds</title><content type='html'>The snow is coming down again.  We were able to get some sledding done today in town.  For the first two days we had run ins with security over sledding at the resort.  First day, not on the mountain.  We were only going 30 feet up and were with our children.  I was hacked that there is nothing to do, no one around, no one on the mountain and we couldn't even sled 30 feet up from the bottom!?  People were hiking all the way up and they weren't getting on them! (and we weren't in the hikers way)  So day 2 we use a pile of snow that they made at the end of a sidewalk that leads to a grassy area and made that into a little sled run.  We cleared off the hill when the bobcat was adding to it, we were being very safe and guess what happens.  Yep, security comes around again and says absolutely no sledding period.  The guy from the previous day said we could sled in the area that we were in.  And now-nope.  ARRGGG.  So 2 1/2 hours of sledding with no incidents.  The reason for this no sledding policy, apparently some children died one year after they crashed into a tree.  How many people die from skiing and yet they still allow skiing!  They do however have sledding in their sledding area, where we were!!!!, whenever it is set up, but it is not because usually there isn't this much snow on the ground already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today with our sled run in town, there for an hour, we suffered a bump on the head, a bloody nose, an almost continuous temper tantrum and this was supposed to be "safer"?  Oh and bad road conditions getting into and out of town.  I don't know about the general population, but my vehicle sliding on ice is not my idea of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be stuck at a closed resort and yet I don't really feel  like being animal food by going out and hiking around the national  parks with a foot of snow on the ground...  I really hope that this vacation gets better...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have been able to continue learning Chinese though and Mr. Incredible and I have been able to complete our 10 hours of Hague training each, so all is not lost. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-2742438349865574140?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/2742438349865574140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/10/sites-and-sounds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2742438349865574140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2742438349865574140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/10/sites-and-sounds.html' title='Sites and Sounds'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-3030863240576907073</id><published>2010-10-22T16:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T21:10:24.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye, Bye Super P</title><content type='html'>Today was Super P's last day.  He has been hired on for a full time job and we are left praying and wondering who God will provide as our next helper.  (maybe God is speaking to you?)  It's our usual lazy Friday (Ha!), no appointments, however we have been busily cleaning and preparing for tonight's visit from our adoption agency's social worker and for all of what is happening next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick update on adoption:  I had asked our agency over a week and a half ago what I needed to be preparing and gathering for the homestudy.  They said "nothing".  Monday I called to see if our LOI had been sent and had to leave a message.  Tuesday I sent an email to follow up the phone message.  On THURSDAY I finally got a response and it said that all the stuff that I had asked about the week prior and told I didn't have to do, we would have to do!!!  It also said that our LOI was getting sent off on Thursday!  Whatever happened to sending it Monday?!  I was angry and wanting to scream, not at all in the mood for being around our five blessings, feeling so pressed for time in other areas of my life that I thought about skipping exercising.  But, I knew I would feel better besides being a better mommy if I went.  So I did.  When I got back home God had the MOST amazing news for us in the inbox.  (I started crying while reading the email and was still crying when I called Mr. Incredible.)  We only have to redo a few things and most I got taken care of already!  The others will hopefully be here the first week in November!  I also found out information that made me have to go change &lt;a href="http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/10/two-worlds-collide-part-3.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post.  The favor that we are being shown is simply amazing.  I am so humbled by what God is doing.  This stretching is hard and so many days I feel like a complete failure, but God is working to bring our daughter home and I simply need to do what HE asks and trust.  And as Beth Moore says, MOVE IT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post more about the 7 Habits for Highly Effective Families, later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-3030863240576907073?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/3030863240576907073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/10/bye-bye-super-p.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/3030863240576907073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/3030863240576907073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/10/bye-bye-super-p.html' title='Bye, Bye Super P'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-7027146997922293487</id><published>2010-10-19T23:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T00:01:15.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9-1-1 Does Work!</title><content type='html'>So I bet your wondering what happened.  Through a series of events Mr. Incredible was home alone with our younger four doing dinner, baths, etc.  Mr. M found a sticker earlier or at some point prior to his next action and when daddy said go upstairs and get jammies and underwear, he interpreted that to mean do what the sticker says, which was to call 911 in real emergencies.  Well, guess our reading needs some help.  Because though no "real" emergency was present, Mr. M commenced to sneak into our room and use the phone to call 911.  Mr. Incredible was finishing dinner with Mr. T and Elizabeth and was only made aware of what happened when he answered the ringing phone and was asked if there was an emergency.  Oh yeah.  Wait for it.  It gets better.  If you dial 911, they will come to your house, even if you answer the return call.  So... One of the two officers that responded is our neighbor who I had already waved to twice tonight through our various coming and goings.  Apparently he did have quite a smile going on while speaking to Mr. Incredible, however they did save their laughter until after Mr. Incredible had shut the door.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully Mr. Incredible did answer the phone although he had debated not doing so since there had already been one telemarketer call tonight.  Not sure he would have heard their knocking from the bathroom... &lt;br /&gt;So (drum roll) that makes 3 poison control calls for a certain child and now a 911.  And he's only 6!&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Mr. Incredible.  It could happen to anyone, it just seems to keep happening to us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-7027146997922293487?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/7027146997922293487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/10/9-1-1-does-work.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/7027146997922293487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/7027146997922293487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/10/9-1-1-does-work.html' title='9-1-1 Does Work!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-2862972714036540079</id><published>2010-10-19T00:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T00:23:56.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Habits of a Highly Effective Family, #1 and #2</title><content type='html'>So this is what we learned this past weekend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habit #1- Be Proactive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of being reactive&lt;br /&gt; Stimulus -&gt; Response&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Proactive&lt;br /&gt;  Stimulus-&gt;Choice in Response -&gt;Response&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal here is to stop and choose a response better than your initial gut (probably not prudent) reaction.  Choose the best thing to do.  Exert control over your response.  The only thing we can control is our reaction to the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habit #2 Begin With the End in Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine your life in 20 years, who are you with and what are you doing?  Start whatever it is you want now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be intentional.  Be intentional with who you are.  Be intentional with what you do.  Be intentional with who you do it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a 2-3 sentence family mission statement that clarifies your goals as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think we have it all together, we are still working on our family mission statement!  The biggest thing that these two habits spoke to me was I HAVE to be intentional with spending time with each of the kids each day.  It is NOT going to just happen.  This is a choice I need to make so that I can better meet each of my children where they are.  I need to be willing to stop my to do list and do something with them that they enjoy (probably not school related) and meet them where they are.  It's not easy, but do I want my children to think the house or email more important than them?!&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/966171860453873900-2862972714036540079?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/2862972714036540079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/10/7-habits-of-highly-effective-family-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2862972714036540079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2862972714036540079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/10/7-habits-of-highly-effective-family-1.html' title='7 Habits of a Highly Effective Family, #1 and #2'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-8078569171523486361</id><published>2010-10-17T17:55:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T19:16:54.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Things...Eat You</title><content type='html'>So many things have been going on, and on, and on, and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to finalize details for "For the Children" on November 6th.  There is also something else local going on the 6th and we are trying to resolve that conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instances of why I didn't want to use our same adoption agency again have permeated the week.  It took them four agency agreements to finally send us the right one.  (We are the first family doing this 2nd "immediate" adoption from China)  The cost of this adoption is more expensive (initial cost) than their "basic" adoption, now it's only by $20, but COME ON!  Saying that they couldn't begin our homestudy for two weeks because of the "refund" period in our contract.  Well the fourth contract they sent, the one we signed DIDN'T have a refund period!  AAAAAAHHHHHH.  So that was Mon.- Thur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lest Friday and Saturday be somewhat calm, I mean we were at a retreat for foster/adoptive families!  Our helper let us know that he found another job and wanted to know how much notice to give!  I really wanted to scream, "YOU CAN'T LEAVE!!!!", but I knew that was my insecurity about abandonment talking.  Considering we are going to be on vacation for 10 days, I knew I probably had a right to say 3 weeks, but that would disqualify him for this new and *better* job.  GRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am flying on a wing and a prayer, so close to tears all the time and wondering just how I'm going to get this southern family prepared for 10 days in CO with gluten free food, all our usual weekly stuff and find a new helper and and and....  Sometimes it's all the little things that really eat you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, you are the maker of time.  Please help me to budget mine wisely because it's slipping like sand through my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post about the wonderful training we received, later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*40 hours a week, more pay and benefits*  Not sure how that's better than being around 5 awesome kids, but apparently some think so.  Oh wait! There are days that&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; think so too!  LOL!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-8078569171523486361?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/8078569171523486361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-thingseat-you-being-really-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/8078569171523486361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/8078569171523486361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-thingseat-you-being-really-real.html' title='The Little Things...Eat You'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-4471149334509171512</id><published>2010-10-12T21:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:11:42.544-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><title type='text'>Two Worlds Collide- a sister for Elizabeth</title><content type='html'>When Mr. Incredible and I started praying about adopting again, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; had plan. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; wanted a little black baby girl. (notice there isn't much room for &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;)  Mr. Incredible wasn't sure about the timing - seemed too soon- but  admitted that the whole process does take a while and so we started  praying for the Lord's will to be done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had asked me back back in August when I posted &lt;a href="http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/search?q=pregnant"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; , what God was going to do I would have said I thought I knew a  direction.  Little did I know! LOL!  If God had revealed where we are now  then, I would have RUN SCREAMING and NOT have posted.  Funny how God  works!?   He only gives us what we can handle, then He stretches us  and we can handle a little more, followed by more stretching...  If HE  had showed me the whole thing, I would have said it wasn't HIM.  But now  I can see how HE is WORKING.  He has a plan.  I have to trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our  world has collided with God's plan and we will never be the same.  God  is moving in our lives and giving us favor with foreign governments &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;  we are now going to be adopting a little three year old girl with  Osteogenesis Imperfecta (brittle bones) from China.  Yes, we know she  breaks easy.  Yes, we know we already have five kids.  Yes, we know it  sounds TOTALLY INSANE.  And yes, it is God's leading!  Not what we  imagined, thought of or even considered, but when God moves &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HE MOVES&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  was not going to ever use our adoption agency from Elizabeth adoption  again and they knew it, but our name kept coming up and other families  kept saying "no" to this little girl and so they contacted us.  They  contacted us the last day that Mr. Incredible was in Indonesia.  A few  days prior he had been in the Chinese city where this little girl lives.   God had laid on my heart that his business trip would change our  lives, I could only think of negative, VERY negative, ways "our lives  would be changed".  So when that email slipped in the inbox hours before  Mr. Incredible was to end his business trip, I just had to wonder.  It  also turns out that she went on the waiting child list within hours of  Mr. Incredible and I coming into agreement that God wanted us to look at  adopting again.  (remember that&lt;a href="http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/search?q=pregnant"&gt; post&lt;/a&gt;?) Within hours of THAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  last Friday we submitted formal application to the adoption agency not  knowing what China would say about the dossier, had an inkling but  nothing official.  At the  end of the application was the "submit"  button.  Before I sent it off I called Mr. Incredible at  work and we  had one of those just to make sure, really?!, not too late  to back out  you know, no money spent yet conversations.  He asked me what was so  hard.  Being real I had to say that I knew what this meant, the waiting,  the strain,  the work, the financial and emotional cost and I just  didn't want to do it,... but I knew that God was  leading us here.  Interestingly, I had to click "submit" to complete the application, not  "finish" or "done".   I wasn't just clicking a button to finish an  application, that click of the mouse was the difference between  obedience and my way.  Clicking that button indicated my/our submission  to God's will for our  family no mattered how it differed from MY plans.   Never would I have imagined a simple task to cause such a pause, yet I  KNEW that if I didn't obey, God could not be glorified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  reward for obedience?!  I can finally get excited(!!!!!), TODAY the  Chinese government officials gave the go ahead to be able to *proceed. (it's amazing what submission does,  we've been waiting for a couple of weeks for that approval!)  *It  also means that we will be able to bring her home a lot sooner- very  important medically and emotionally (more on that later).  That we can  *proceed is such an answer to prayer and such a  confirmation that God does truly want &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; to join our family.  Oh, I forgot to mention... our *.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's  strange, we know we are going to adopt her, China knows we are going to  adopt her, but apparently we are the first family to do what we are  doing and so there is a bit of a hangup on the paperwork and until it is  officially official we can't post identifying information or pictures  :(.  So bear with us until God straightens this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever  reason God has chosen us to be the parents of this little precious  girl.  He has seen her birth, her abandonment, her life, her many broken  bones.  We haven't (so far).  He knows how Mr. Incredible hates needles  and can't stand to see his children in pain.  God knows my mother's  heart and how tough it is to be with the children through their various  procedures and surgeries, even if it's for their good... and yet we are  going to have to be willing to break her so that she can be healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's our news.  Our world is colliding.  Our family expanding.  To God be the glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*as of 10/21/10 we received news that what we had previously shared is now confidential.  So in the interest of keeping China and our adoption agency happy, I deleted some information.  I am sorry it doesn't read as well now and you are privy to all the cool things that God is doing.  But OH MY HE is WORKING!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-4471149334509171512?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/4471149334509171512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/10/two-worlds-collide-part-3.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/4471149334509171512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/4471149334509171512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/10/two-worlds-collide-part-3.html' title='Two Worlds Collide- a sister for Elizabeth'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-3113340828428499400</id><published>2010-10-10T18:00:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T19:27:06.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Worlds Collide part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if I lived here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://view.picapp.com/pictures.photo/news/views-south-africa/image/9395030?term=shanty" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://view2.picapp.com/pictures.photo/image/9395030/views-south-africa/views-south-africa.jpg?size=380&amp;amp;imageId=9395030" title="Views Of South Africa" oncontextmenu="return false;" ondrag="return false;" onmousedown="return false;" alt="RUSTENBURG, SOUTH AFRICA - JUNE 24: (EDITORS NOTE: A TILT AND SHIFT LENS WAS USED IN THE CREATION OF THIS IMAGE.) A family pose outside a shanty house on June, 2010 in Rustenburg, South Africa. (Photo by Mark Kolbe/Getty Images)" border="0" height="258" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://view.picapp.com//JavaScripts/OTIjs.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TLJI6SLI1gI/AAAAAAAAAUk/y5-K6pHWsUc/s1600/picture+of+front+of+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TLJI6SLI1gI/AAAAAAAAAUk/y5-K6pHWsUc/s400/picture+of+front+of+house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526559858885187074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if this was our family vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://view.picapp.com/pictures.photo/entertainment/family-fleeing-flood/image/9520670?term=family+motorcycle" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://view.picapp.com/pictures.photo/image/9520670/family-fleeing-flood/family-fleeing-flood.jpg?size=380&amp;amp;imageId=9520670" title="A family fleeing flood waters rides on a motorcycle to evacuate while looking for higher grounds in Khan por village in Sukkur" oncontextmenu="return false;" ondrag="return false;" onmousedown="return false;" alt="A family fleeing flood waters rides on a motorcycle to evacuate while looking for higher ground in Khan por village in Sukkur at Pakistan's Sindh province August 9, 2010. Landslides triggered by the worst floods in Pakistan in 80 years are hampering already troubled relief efforts, with aid workers using donkeys or travelling on foot to reach millions in desperate need of help. REUTERS/Akhtar Soomro (PAKISTAN - Tags: DISASTER ENVIRONMENT)" border="0" height="241" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://view.picapp.com//JavaScripts/OTIjs.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TLJQw_3dsNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/kMwpY7cdO7Q/s1600/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TLJQw_3dsNI/AAAAAAAAAUs/kMwpY7cdO7Q/s400/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526568495445029074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the fact that we have a vehicle is an unattainable reality for most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if this was MY child's bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://view.picapp.com/pictures.photo/entertainment/cambodian-child-rests/image/9292869?term=dump+city" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://view3.picapp.com/pictures.photo/image/9292869/cambodian-child-rests/cambodian-child-rests.jpg?size=380&amp;amp;imageId=9292869" title="A Cambodian child rests on a hammock at his family shelter at the Steng Meanchey dump site outside Phnom Penh" oncontextmenu="return false;" ondrag="return false;" onmousedown="return false;" alt="A Cambodian child rests on a hammock at his family shelter at the Steng Meanchey dump site outside Phnom Penh July 5, 2010. Although the city has new modern site that handles its garbage, hundreds of Cambodians including children, many of them orphans, still live and work at the old abandoned dump site in the outskirts of Phnom Penh.  REUTERS/Damir Sagolj (CAMBODIA - Tags: SOCIETY ENVIRONMENT)" border="0" height="253" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://view.picapp.com//JavaScripts/OTIjs.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if our pot of soup for our dinner would be consider a week's worth of meals for a family in another part of the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if my this was where I prepared our food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://view.picapp.com/pictures.photo/entertainment/match-feature-indonesia/image/9608125?term=polluted+water" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://view.picapp.com/pictures.photo/image/9608125/match-feature-indonesia/match-feature-indonesia.jpg?size=380&amp;amp;imageId=9608125" title="To match feature INDONESIA-CAPITAL/" oncontextmenu="return false;" ondrag="return false;" onmousedown="return false;" alt="A woman washes her clothes with water from a polluted river in Indonesia's capital Jakarta August 21, 2010. Jakarta, with a population of 9.59 million, is overcrowded, set in an earthquake zone, prone to flooding, and crippled by inadequate infrastructure. President Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono has recently suggested moving the capital, or the seat of government, to relieve Jakarta's congestion. Picture taken August 21, 2010. To match feature INDONESIA-CAPITAL/  REUTERS/Crack Palinggi (INDONESIA - Tags: POLITICS SOCIETY BUSINESS CITYSCAPE)" border="0" height="243" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://view.picapp.com//JavaScripts/OTIjs.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this our water to drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://view.picapp.com/pictures.photo/entertainment/match-feature-indonesia/image/9608124?term=polluted+water" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://view1.picapp.com/pictures.photo/image/9608124/match-feature-indonesia/match-feature-indonesia.jpg?size=380&amp;amp;imageId=9608124" title="To match feature INDONESIA-CAPITAL/" oncontextmenu="return false;" ondrag="return false;" onmousedown="return false;" alt="A girl bathes with water from a polluted river in Indonesia's capital Jakarta August 21, 2010. Jakarta, with a population of 9.59 million, is overcrowded, set in an earthquake zone, prone to flooding, and crippled by inadequate infrastructure. President Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono has recently suggested moving the capital, or the seat of government, to relieve Jakarta's congestion. Picture taken August 21, 2010. To match feature INDONESIA-CAPITAL/  REUTERS/Crack Palinggi (INDONESIA - Tags: POLITICS SOCIETY BUSINESS CITYSCAPE)" border="0" height="280" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://view.picapp.com//JavaScripts/OTIjs.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://view.picapp.com/pictures.photo/entertainment/match-feature-indonesia/image/9608124?term=polluted+water" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://view.picapp.com//JavaScripts/OTIjs.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will I do when confronted with these images?  Am I willing to DO anything?  Willing to sacrifice something?  Will I sit idly by? Saying I have enough to do already.  Will I turn away and pretend it doesn't exist?  What will God say when I stand before Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.'The second is this: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'There is no commandment greater than these." ~Mark 12:30-31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they really my neighbor 1/2 a world away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not withhold good from those who deserve it, when it is in your power to act."&lt;br /&gt;~Proverbs 3:27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-3113340828428499400?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/3113340828428499400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/10/two-worlds-collide-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/3113340828428499400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/3113340828428499400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/10/two-worlds-collide-part-2.html' title='Two Worlds Collide part 2'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TLJI6SLI1gI/AAAAAAAAAUk/y5-K6pHWsUc/s72-c/picture+of+front+of+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-5960290903889752027</id><published>2010-10-08T08:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T09:53:32.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Worlds Collide</title><content type='html'>These are the images that I got to be a part of in April of 2008.  These are the children that opened my heart to considering a special needs adoption.  These children live in a foster home of about 28 children in China.  They all are special needs and EXTREMELY well cared for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-eee44589bf1ea5b7" 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.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-7357379730305114644</id><published>2010-10-07T18:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T18:08:28.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Less</title><content type='html'>Pause the music at right and take some time to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/18403QD6S-E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/18403QD6S-E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-7357379730305114644?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/7357379730305114644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-less.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/7357379730305114644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/7357379730305114644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-less.html' title='One Less'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-8695994993305277840</id><published>2010-10-06T08:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T09:37:07.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Sister Will Travel</title><content type='html'>The conversation went something like this,&lt;br /&gt;Boys: Let's put Elizabeth in the cooler and roll her to the car. &lt;br /&gt;Me: What?!  Why?&lt;br /&gt;Boys: She goes so slow so this will be quicker! &lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay, but you can't close the lid, J, it's your job to hold it up. &lt;br /&gt;(Commence our slowest walk to the car yet, LOL)&lt;br /&gt;Boys: This is fun!&lt;br /&gt;Boys never cease to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d964dd1653f723cc" 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.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd964dd1653f723cc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331701680%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34B4FE908D1A27E10E238D21EE6EEE79378791FB.154548135AC60C2A322C6D4B2AA64469C377AEB8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd964dd1653f723cc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8N8G_PX6KJvm1zS9JOUSG1wSGJ8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd964dd1653f723cc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331701680%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34B4FE908D1A27E10E238D21EE6EEE79378791FB.154548135AC60C2A322C6D4B2AA64469C377AEB8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd964dd1653f723cc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8N8G_PX6KJvm1zS9JOUSG1wSGJ8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-8695994993305277840?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/8695994993305277840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/10/have-sister-will-travel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/8695994993305277840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/8695994993305277840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/10/have-sister-will-travel.html' title='Have Sister Will Travel'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-8450166388110607339</id><published>2010-10-04T17:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T18:37:39.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busyness</title><content type='html'>I know it may seem like I've disappeared lately.  Our incredibly busy life has just been even more consuming lately.&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday our pastor spoke of how people drink to dull the pain of their empty life or will fill their life with busyness to keep their mind off of the hole in their life.  Sitting there I thought on it.  Nope.  I have a very filled life because I've obeyed God and we've adopted/or God blessed us "the old fashioned way" with 5 children who each have unique issues and opportunities to overcome challenges- Gluten Free diet, food allergies, ADHD, RAD, PDD, LD, and hearing impairment.  Wrestling with the finite hours in my day is not because I need to fill a void, but is one of the delights of a heart bended to hearing God's call.  Off now to more joyous opportunities to serve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-8450166388110607339?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/8450166388110607339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/10/busyness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/8450166388110607339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/8450166388110607339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/10/busyness.html' title='Busyness'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-3802135971598676737</id><published>2010-09-29T08:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T09:08:49.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hewo Kitty</title><content type='html'>Those are the most precious words.  You don't think so?  Well this morning Elizabeth uttered her first phrase, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hewo&lt;/span&gt; Kitty".  A wonderful way to begin the day.  After over a year of pouring language into her, we finally got two words together spontaneously!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer to, So what is non-toxic, sticky like honey, colorless, and smells like a bottle of perfume?   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapstick&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. M wanted to smell good and decided to rub a whole stick of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chapstick&lt;/span&gt; on his chest and abdomen. Honestly I thought he had found some body cream since he was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;odoriferous&lt;/span&gt;.  However, when his body stuck to me during book time before bed I knew something was a miss.  Upon his disclosure of having used chapstick, it took effort to conceal the smile and laughter that wanted to bubble up.  Only this wonderful, zany child would come up with rubbing CHAPSTICK on his body to smell good!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------Incredible Update-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mr. Incredible ventured into work today for the first time since becoming ill.  Thank you for everyone's prayers. &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/966171860453873900-3802135971598676737?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/3802135971598676737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/hewo-kitty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/3802135971598676737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/3802135971598676737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/hewo-kitty.html' title='Hewo Kitty'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-8126179644429968560</id><published>2010-09-28T21:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T21:48:54.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in Our Life</title><content type='html'>Mr. M: There&amp;#39;s a fish!&lt;br&gt;Elizabeth: la- la- la- la, la- la- la- la&lt;br&gt;Me: WHAT?! (knowing we have no fish) WHERE?!&lt;br&gt;Mr. M: In the TOILET!&lt;br&gt;Elizabeth: wewo wooh&lt;br&gt;Me: J. Go see what&amp;#39;s in the toilet! (bracing myself for something bad) AND NO ONE TOUCH IT!&lt;br&gt;J: It&amp;#39;s a leaf!&lt;br&gt;(sigh of relief breathed)&lt;p&gt;Note to self, don&amp;#39;t give T Boost and clarify &amp;quot;if you need to p*ke just p*ke&amp;quot; to include instructions about NOT just going all OVER the FLOOR when standing NEXT to the toilet!&lt;p&gt;Riddle for the day:&lt;br&gt;What&amp;#39;s non-toxic, sticky like honey, colorless, and smells like a bottle of perfume?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-8126179644429968560?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/8126179644429968560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-in-our-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/8126179644429968560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/8126179644429968560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-in-our-life.html' title='A Day in Our Life'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-9116696509523464496</id><published>2010-09-27T18:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T19:28:50.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes things are tough because God is trying to correct you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things go wrong because Satan is the prince of the air and his ways are not for our good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things are going wrong because you're headed in your own direction and God is trying to get your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things are great for no explainable reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things are great because God is rewarding your diligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things are so mixed up and sad/glad, happy/mad at the same time and the real test is what is our response going to be.  Will we believe that He IS WORKING?  Will we SEEK HIS FACE?  Or are we going to do what we've always done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people may say having 5 kids is having 5 too many.  But each  have brought encouragement in their own special way these last two  weeks, along with spilt milk, huge messes... and a reaffirmation that  life is indeed precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just need to not take myself so seriously and laugh my head off at whatever is brought my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly amazed that I am still standing after 14 days of basically single mommyhood.  Mr. Incredible went to the doctor and he now has meds and hopefully starts improving.  I don't know that he will be visiting a certain Mc Eating establishment any time in the future.  I could be upset (part of me really could be), but this has actually been the most glorious trip he's ever taken to China (at least for us at home).  I am taking care of a really sick husband and I didn't even p*ke when he did - that's progress!  I have dealt with several sleepless/little sleep nights and yet was still aware enough to not be broadsided by the guy who ran the red light, or the guy who ran the stop sign or hit head on by the lady that ran another red light.  (Do I have a poster saying 'hit me' on the van?!)  God's hand has been so present lately, that I am in awe.  I normally would have melted into some sort of puddle on the floor way before this.  Sometimes I just have to give up my desires and plans and say, "Lord, whatever may come, you are in control.  Use me, help me, strengthen me."  If this hadn't been my prayer for the last two weeks, I can honestly say I don't think I would be where I am.  But we are still standing!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-9116696509523464496?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/9116696509523464496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/9116696509523464496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/9116696509523464496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-6101139334246494676</id><published>2010-09-26T22:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T00:39:38.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grabbing the Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://view.picapp.com/pictures.photo/news/the-sun-sets-behind-power/image/5603929?term=power+line" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://view2.picapp.com/pictures.photo/image/5603929/the-sun-sets-behind-power/the-sun-sets-behind-power.jpg?size=500&amp;amp;imageId=5603929" title="The Sun Sets Behind Power Lines" oncontextmenu="return false;" ondrag="return false;" onmousedown="return false;" alt="LYDD, UNITED KINGDOM - JULY 25:  The sun sets behind power lines running from Dungerness nuclear power station on July 25, 2009 near Lydd, United Kingdom.  (Photo by Dan Kitwood/Getty Images)" border="0" height="333" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://view.picapp.com//JavaScripts/OTIjs.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 1:18-21 (NIV)  "...that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in the saints, and his incomparably great power for us who believe. That power is like the working of his mighty strength, which he exerted in Christ...far above all rule and authority, power and dominion..."&lt;br /&gt;The Message states verses 18 and 19 -"... to make you intelligent and discerning in knowing him personally, your eyes focused  and clear, so that you can see exactly what it is he is calling you to  do, grasp the immensity of this glorious way of life he has for his  followers, oh, the utter extravagance of his work in us who trust  him—endless energy, boundless strength!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take some liberty for a moment and imagine with me that God is a high voltage transmission power line.  He IS full of power.  He IS the source of light and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if God is like a high voltage power line -&lt;br /&gt;Are we living far from the source of power so far that we are unaware of it?  Or are we looking at the power line from a distance and think, "Wow! What power!  That's nice."  Maybe we go stand near the power line and are in the magnetic field saying, "Oh this is nice.  I can clearly see God and I can feel his presence this is good." Adventurous people may find a way to poke a little near the line and get the occasional "electrifying experience".  OR &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaping do we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;grab onto that power line and say, "Let me be YOUR conduit, use me!  I may burn, but let me burn for you!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power lines are not easily reached for a reason, there is energy, POWER in them.  You have to take a leap of believing.  Believe that God IS who He says He IS.  Believe that God can DO what He says He can DO.  Be willing to accept and do the plan He has for YOU.  He won't force it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up in the air hanging on to the power of God may get lonely, hard, tiring, BUT living for God though not easy, is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Thess. 2:2,4 "We had previously suffered  and been insulted in Philippi, as you know, but with the help of our  God we dared to tell you his gospel in spite of strong opposition ... we speak as men approved by God to be entrusted with the  gospel. We are not trying to please men but God, who tests our hearts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;‎"God can't say, 'Well done good and faithful servant' if you don't do what He asks."~ from Gideon Tuba Warrior, Veggietales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-6101139334246494676?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/6101139334246494676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/grabbing-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/6101139334246494676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/6101139334246494676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/grabbing-power.html' title='Grabbing the Power'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-623619516674869940</id><published>2010-09-26T10:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T10:31:08.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Mr. Incredible arrived home at 8:30 yesterday morning while Mr. M and I were at a local quick clinic trying to ascertain if he had strep throat.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. M DOES NOT have strep throat- praise the LORD!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. T is still coughing and wheezing.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Z last night complained of a sore throat, was coughing and having some difficulty breathing and is still having some issues.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. J hasn't had a nosebleed recently (that I know of), but is not in top form.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Incredible is having &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;serious&lt;/span&gt; stomach issues.&lt;br /&gt;It would appear that Elizabeth and myself are the only ones really up and going.  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I am a little occupied at home and so I had to call our church and let them know I couldn't be there for our once every eight weeks volunteering time in a class.  (really so sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to think that this is spiritual warfare since when I pray for Mr. Incredible or read scripture to him the stomach pain stops.  Growing up in a more "religiously free" denomination, I saw the bondage that people were in when they didn't "see" or "feel" God and have since tried to temper my upbringing because God is there even when we don't "feel" or "see" Him.  However, since Thursday morning something IS going on.  A lot of me wonders if this all has to do with an email we received asking us a question Thursday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, may we persevere.  May we seek you.  Heal, Father.  Use me, I'm yours.  Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-623619516674869940?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/623619516674869940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/623619516674869940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/623619516674869940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-2009506466859372905</id><published>2010-09-24T19:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T21:02:56.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last 28 Hours</title><content type='html'>God has really been dealing with me for the last 28 hours about having faith, believing, showing love...  It's really been for a couple of weeks, however in the last few hours noteworthy things have been happening.  (unfortunately not bloggable at present)  Please pray that we are able to hear the Lord clearly.  Please pray that Mr. Incredible and I will be "on the same page" once he returns home.  Please pray that we can set selfishness aside and seek God's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple more practical prayers- Mr. J has been having nightly nosebleeds during the middle of the night, Mr. T has had three days (maybe four, they're running together) of breathing issues, Mr. M possibly has strep throat (discovered tonight, sorry to all we were around today!).  I think that satan is trying to overwhelm me right now and take my eyes off the prize and I'm trying to stay strong and have faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks prayer warriors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-2009506466859372905?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/2009506466859372905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/last-28-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2009506466859372905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2009506466859372905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/last-28-hours.html' title='The Last 28 Hours'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-6787333469207825466</id><published>2010-09-24T09:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T09:11:29.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Incredible's returning!</title><content type='html'>Mr. Incredible is on his way home.  We will see him in maybe another 24 hours.  Please pray for his safe return.  &lt;br /&gt;He sent me this one line email earlier, "Just to let you know, I just charged 12,000,000 on the credit card."  What?!  Fortunately, I knew it was Rupies not dollars. :-)  Still a chunk of change, but not THAT bad. LOL!  Never boring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-6787333469207825466?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/6787333469207825466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/mr-incredibles-returning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/6787333469207825466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/6787333469207825466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/mr-incredibles-returning.html' title='Mr. Incredible&apos;s returning!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-8196652379523942993</id><published>2010-09-24T09:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T09:07:22.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alvin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px;" src="http://lifesong.squarespace.com/storage/Alvin.bmp?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1285275121130" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Alvin was born in a Liberian refugee camp in The Republic of Ghana, Africa.&amp;nbsp; His mother fled there during the civil war in Liberia.&amp;nbsp; Sadly, while she was in Ghana her family was killed in Liberia.&amp;nbsp; Alvin&amp;rsquo;s father died in the refugee camp before he was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;In 2007, When Alvin was 4 years-old, he and his mother returned to Liberia.&amp;nbsp; There she began attending church and quit drinking.&amp;nbsp; Two years later, a few days before Christmas, she began vomiting and was admitted to a hospital with malaria.&amp;nbsp; Soon after, she died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Alvin now lives at &lt;a href="http://www.lifesongfororphans.org/orphanagesLiberia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Lifesong Liberia's &lt;em&gt;Master's Home of Champions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;You can help a child like Alvin. You can feed a child like Alvin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Our goal is 70 people. $28 a month. One year commitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;We have 44.&amp;nbsp;26 to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Will you join us in bringing joy and purpose to orphans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Contact us at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="mailto:info@lifesongfororphans.org" target="_blank"&gt;info@lifesongfororphans.org&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to make your commitment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-8196652379523942993?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/8196652379523942993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/alvin-was-born-in-liberian-refugee-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/8196652379523942993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/8196652379523942993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/alvin-was-born-in-liberian-refugee-camp.html' title='Alvin'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-7591442468745881212</id><published>2010-09-23T11:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T11:42:25.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quita</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px;" src="http://lifesong.squarespace.com/storage/quita.bmp?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1285247674701" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Quita is 5 years old.&amp;nbsp; During the disarmament time, rebels came to her village and took all the men, including her father.&amp;nbsp; She never saw her father again.&amp;nbsp; Later it was discovered that these men were taken to a bridge where they were shot and thrown into the river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Her mother ran to the Salala district with the other villagers for refuge.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There she later got sick and became paralyzed.&amp;nbsp; Last year Quita&amp;rsquo;s mother died and Quita was taken to the &lt;a href="http://www.lifesongfororphans.org/orphanagesLiberia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Lifesong Liberia's Home of Champions&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; When she grows up she wants to be a medical doctor and help children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isn't it amazing that at 5 years old she's thinking about how someday she can help other children?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How can we help children today?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're asking for a monthly commitment of $28 for one year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Twenty-eight dollars...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- eating out at that new restaurant&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- the shirt you've had your eye on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- a date night to the movies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- those pillows that would just look sooo good on your sofa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I won't lie, making this commitment will require some sacrifice. &amp;nbsp;But trust me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;The sacrifice is always worth the reward.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What can you sacrifice for a child like Quita?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Our goal is 70 people. &amp;nbsp;$28 a month. &amp;nbsp;One year commitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have 36 commitments,&amp;nbsp;34 to go&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Join us in bringing joy and purpose to orphans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000000;"&gt;Contact us at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="mailto:info@lifesongfororphans.org" target="_blank"&gt;info@lifesongfororphans.org&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to commit!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-7591442468745881212?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/7591442468745881212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/quita-is-5-years-old.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/7591442468745881212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/7591442468745881212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/quita-is-5-years-old.html' title='Quita'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-5925065777302060668</id><published>2010-09-22T23:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:16:56.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're #1!!!</title><content type='html'>I've been doing some recon for Elizabeth's adoption.  According to &lt;a href="http://adoption.state.gov/country/china.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; there were 3001 adoptions from China to the United States in 2009.  I know that we weren't the last to adopt from China last year, but see that 1.  That 1 is Elizabeth.  I might not be able to adopt 3000, but I can adopt 1.  1 can make a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-5925065777302060668?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/5925065777302060668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/were-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/5925065777302060668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/5925065777302060668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/were-1.html' title='We&apos;re #1!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-3711934531857402604</id><published>2010-09-22T22:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T22:38:06.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Days Done</title><content type='html'>Mr. Incredible has been gone for 9 long days, but God has been faithful.  My parents have been such a support and help with coming to visit.  I joked with my dad about having a Daddy Do list for him.  You know what, he's been working on it!  Light fixtures that I've had for a couple of years in sitting in the garage are now in their rightful places!  The hole in the wall from Mr. M pulling out the curtain rod, gone!  My mom has been even spoiling me with some of her awesome cooking.  Oh I could get used to this... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. T is under the weather right now and I hope he improves for a field trip that I have planned for Friday.  Sniffles for one child is a major respiratory event for him.  Mr. M is doing WONDERFULLY on his new dose of medication, such huge strides.  Since I am not one who is big on medications, I didn't really even think of giving him a higher dose.  I'm so glad that the behavioral pediatrician said something.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do have some sadness.  Our wonderful Ms. K who is Mr. M's occupational therapist will not be returning after her maternity leave is over. :-(  So sad to see her go, been struggling with her temporary replacement who has now gone on to a different new job.  I'm really hoping (and praying) that Ms. N whom we meet tomorrow will be a good fit.  Change is never easy for Mr. M. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not ready for our crazy Thursdays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for Skype- free long distance using the internet (even internationally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely thankful that salvation is not based on merit or Bible study completion.  I am not perfect and my week 2 of Bible study is STILL undone.  But I found the bookmark! Does that count for something?! LoL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-3711934531857402604?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/3711934531857402604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/nine-days-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/3711934531857402604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/3711934531857402604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/nine-days-done.html' title='Nine Days Done'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-2388658719722964990</id><published>2010-09-22T09:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T09:52:55.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More on Liberia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This summer our church had their annual VBS program. &amp;nbsp;We had the kids raise money to support a Vacation Bible Camp at &lt;a href="http://www.lifesongfororphans.org/orphanagesLiberia.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lifesong Liberia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Well, the response of these 5-11 year olds brought tears to my eyes. &amp;nbsp;We heard stories about kids doing extra chores around the house and emptying their piggy banks. &amp;nbsp;One child even asked if this year's Christmas money could go to helping these children across the world! &amp;nbsp;wow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That week we raised more than double what we needed! &amp;nbsp;That same week our Liberia director, Emmanuel Jones, discovered another orphanage that needed our help. &amp;nbsp;Another orphanage where the children were starving. &amp;nbsp;Another orphanage that we could help with extra money raised by children in Illinois.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amazing! &amp;nbsp;God's timing is so good, isn't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We announced to the kids that their money would not only give Liberian children a Bible camp to attend, but would also provide food and shelter for over 25 more children! &amp;nbsp;Oh the cheers that filled the Sunday School room that evening. &amp;nbsp;They whooped and hollered. &amp;nbsp;I cried. &amp;nbsp;God is good!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/14861551?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/14861551"&gt;2010 Liberia VBS&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user738203"&gt;Lifesong for Orphans&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px;" src="http://lifesong.squarespace.com/storage/want%20to%20know.png?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1285099888914" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over 360 children attended!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;67 children dedicated their lives to Christ!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;75 adults came, and 11 of them&amp;nbsp;received Christ!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bishop Emmanuel Jones writes:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was heart touching and very moving to watch for three days. &amp;nbsp;I saw the children change in a dramatic way in their relationship with God and with each other. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The camp was profound and the children left very encouraged and blessed. &amp;nbsp;We have started a church in the community in order to continue discipleship and follow up with these new believers."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But this was only the beginning. &amp;nbsp;Now, with more children we have more cost. &amp;nbsp;Funds are tight and we need help. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's the exciting part. &amp;nbsp;If we surpass our goal of 70 sponsors we can take in more children! &amp;nbsp;Children who would otherwise be turned away!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our goal is 70 people. $28 a month. One year commitment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;We currently have 25 commitments... 45&amp;nbsp;to go in just 3 days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can we do it? &amp;nbsp;With your help we can!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Join us in bringing joy and purpose to orphans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contact us at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="mailto:info@lifesongfororphans.org" target="_blank"&gt;info@lifesongfororphans.org&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to commit!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-2388658719722964990?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/2388658719722964990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/more-on-liberia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2388658719722964990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2388658719722964990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/more-on-liberia.html' title='More on Liberia'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-6948621210036409117</id><published>2010-09-21T20:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T14:53:41.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kemah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TJpOgYVSNwI/AAAAAAAAATM/eRWupBxesv8/s1600/kemah.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TJpOgYVSNwI/AAAAAAAAATM/eRWupBxesv8/s400/kemah.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519810611490469634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Kemah never knew her mother.  One day while she and her brother were sleeping, their home caught fire.  In a desperate attempt to save his children, Kemah’s father ran into the house for them.  After he rescued her brother, her father searched for Kemah as well.  That day, the roof of their little house caved in, leaving Kemah’s foot badly burned and killing her father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Now orphaned, 6 year-old Kemah and her brother found refuge at &lt;a href="http://www.lifesongfororphans.org/orphanagesLiberia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Master’s Home of Champions-Lifesong Liberia&lt;/a&gt;.  Here she is gaining an education, is given daily, nutritious meals, and is learning the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  &lt;strong&gt;Kemah can tell you that she loves Jesus and knows He loves her because He died for her sins.  Someday she hopes to be a missionary so she can tell others about the love of Christ!&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow...  What an amazing response to the Gospel from a young child who's already experienced more pain than many of us will experience in a lifetime.  But Kemah is not alone.  There are other children... &lt;strong&gt;so many children&lt;/strong&gt;... who need our help!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're asking for a monthly commitment of $28 for one year to help cover the costs of caring for 70 orphans in Liberia.  This donation will cover food and water, and other necessities, such as coal and kerosene, toothpaste, bathing and laundry soup, and hair oil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A typical grocery list at Lifesong Liberia for 1 month includes:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- 8 bags of rice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- 5 gallons agro oil&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- 2 bags of cornmeal&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- 1 bag of sugar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- 20 gallons of red cooking oil&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- 1 carton of cooking salt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes powdered milk and flour will also be purchased, but not every month.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every 1-2 days cassava, various vegetables, fish and occasionally chicken are purchased for soup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Typically the children at &lt;a href="http://www.lifesongfororphans.org/orphanagesLiberia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Lifesong Liberia&lt;/a&gt; will have cornmeal porridge for breakfast and rice with soup for lunch and dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will you help us feed and care for these children?  Children like Kemah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our goal is 70 people.  $28 a month.  One year commitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We have 17 commitments. That means 53 to go in just 4 days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Join us in bringing joy and purpose for orphans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Contact us at &lt;a href="mailto:info@lifesongfororphans.org" target="_blank"&gt;info@lifesongfororphans.org&lt;/a&gt; to make your commitment today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 100px;" src="http://www.blogger.com/storage/name.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1283892054758" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-6948621210036409117?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/6948621210036409117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/kemah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/6948621210036409117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/6948621210036409117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/kemah.html' title='Kemah'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TJpOgYVSNwI/AAAAAAAAATM/eRWupBxesv8/s72-c/kemah.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-6353451735589940920</id><published>2010-09-20T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T09:53:33.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifesong Liberia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 140%;"&gt;Let's be the Hands and Feet of Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/14862250?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/14862250"&gt;2010 Liberia Video&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user738203"&gt;Lifesong for Orphans&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 125px;" src="http://lifesong.squarespace.com/storage/liberia.gif?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1284734790521" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This week we are inviting our faithful readers and supporters to step up and help us in a time of need for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifesongfororphans.org/orphanagesLiberia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Lifesong Liberia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifesongfororphans.org/index.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Lifesong&lt;/a&gt; has partnered with The Master&amp;rsquo;s Home of Champions orphanage and&amp;nbsp;is providing a loving and safe home to many destitute and abandoned children, some of whom are deaf.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;We&lt;strong&gt; seek to be the hands and feet of Jesus, and are focused on the goal of raising up champions for the good of Liberia and glory of God!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="full-image-float-right ssNonEditable"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 250px;" src="http://lifesong.squarespace.com/storage/Bishop%20Jones%20photos%20024.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1284734613427" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;" lang="EN"&gt;This summer, another orphanage was in dire need, and thanks to an unexpected donation &lt;a href="http://www.lifesongfororphans.org/index.htm"&gt;Lifesong&lt;/a&gt; was there. &amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Praise the Lord we can help more children! &amp;nbsp;But now, we need help too! &amp;nbsp;We need your help to make sure these children are fed every day! &amp;nbsp;We need your help to care for the fatherless! &amp;nbsp;Will you join us?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;" lang="EN"&gt;70 sponsors in one week is a tall order. &amp;nbsp;We know this. &amp;nbsp;We also know that we serve a big God who has told us that caring for the poor and vulnerable is at the very heart of who He is! &amp;nbsp;We believe we can make this happen! We pray that God will call hearts this week and we trust that you will answer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;" lang="EN"&gt;Contact us at &lt;a href="mailto:info@lifesongfororphans.org"&gt;info@lifesongfororphans.org&lt;/a&gt; to commit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;" lang="EN"&gt;Hear personal stories &amp;amp; follow the progress on our &lt;a href="http://lifesong.squarespace.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; all this week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;" lang="EN"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;" lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 225px;" src="http://lifesong.squarespace.com/storage/Vacation%20Bible%20Sports%20Camp%20142.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1284734691834" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px;" src="http://lifesong.squarespace.com/storage/join%20us.png?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1284734735693" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-6353451735589940920?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/6353451735589940920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/lifesong-liberia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/6353451735589940920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/6353451735589940920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/lifesong-liberia.html' title='Lifesong Liberia'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-5326428792409727615</id><published>2010-09-18T18:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T18:32:01.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY PARENTS ARE COMING!!!!</title><content type='html'>This is actually a good thing, BUT MY HOUSE IS A DISASTER AREA!  Been cleaning for a couple of hours and only managed to get the guest bed cleaned off, some of the guest room dusted and two cups of coffee drank.  AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!  In case you are wondering why I'm freaking out, my mom (and dad) taught me too!!!  Every time company was coming over the ENTIRE HOUSE had to be SPOTLESS!!!!  It's just not gonna happen... (my head is hanging in shame). &lt;br /&gt;Ah, my little perfectionist alter ego still lives. :-)  So much for going to the Bulgarian band concert at church!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-5326428792409727615?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/5326428792409727615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-parents-are-coming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/5326428792409727615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/5326428792409727615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-parents-are-coming.html' title='MY PARENTS ARE COMING!!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-5757359778936229777</id><published>2010-09-17T22:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T22:48:51.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Days Down</title><content type='html'>I am so very happy to report that we have made it 4 days without Daddy!  No major tantrums.  Though there was some candy stealing everyone is on the other side of it.  Hopefully. :-) Elizabeth is going to sleep easier. (we've been having issues for a month or so)  The wasp sting area doesn't have fever, though it's still a scary red.  The house though not much cleaner is not that much dirtier.  No migraines, very thankful for that.  Everyone IS alive, in case you were wondering. My parents might be coming tomorrow (12 hour drive for them) and even if they don't we'll be fine.  We have some plans to keep us active tomorrow.  Oh, and yesterday Mr. Z and Mr. J made cookies by themselves!  Now I didn't let them bake the cookies without my supervision.  I got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of baking since Z was at practice and the dough had to chill, but they did a fine job on the measuring and mixing.  Who says boys can't cook?!  We even had a family movie night tonight! with popcorn!!! (and I actually sat down and watched it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!) &lt;br /&gt;I never would have imagined that things would be rolling along so well right now, but I am happy to report that all's well! &lt;br /&gt;Now what can I do AT HOME by myself (with kids asleep) on a FRIDAY night?  Vacuuming and cleaning the guest bedroom for my parents?  OR Guitar Hero?  I know what I should do... but I've been good all week...  Time to &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;CUT LOOSE&lt;/span&gt; with the blinds closed and the volume not too high on my wonderfully big 19" TV.  Yeah, PARTY is my name!  Ha!  I crack me up!  But if you can't laugh at yourself, life gets boring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-5757359778936229777?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/5757359778936229777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/4-days-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/5757359778936229777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/5757359778936229777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/4-days-down.html' title='4 Days Down'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-777895370439370457</id><published>2010-09-17T00:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T02:09:02.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Gonna Be Alright</title><content type='html'>Well this morning began at 5am (that time really should only come once a day) with the alarm telling me to get up.  I finally drug myself out of bed at 6 and proceeded to get myself and five kids dressed and fed for our 7am departure to a doctor appointment about an hour away.  Super P accompanied us on our early morning trip and he stayed with the other 4 in the waiting room while Mr. M and I went back to see the Doc.  It took awhile for the doc to come to the room and so M and I had some one on one playtime.  I did look around to see if there might be a camera or something watching our interactions because it was taking sooo long.  (Maybe it just felt like a long time since I was sitting on the floor playing and my wasp sting was "feeling" it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is our third visit to this specialist and ...(drum roll)...&lt;br /&gt;The diagnosis of PDD- Pervasive Developmental Disorder- is truly right on track.  Pfffhaa.  (that would be the sound of the last remnant of hope being deflated)  ADHD, yep, it's sticking too.  Learning disability, we don't know what one (or more), but we know from the gap between receptive and expressive language we got it.  This is not the first time I heard this, but today for some reason it seems so much more final.  Kinda like "third times a charm".  We haven't "uncaught" it even after almost a year of medication, therapies, modifications, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good day Mr. M just seems like a "normal" active boy.  Good days happen if he gets #1- ADHD medication, #2 Essential Fatty Acids, #3 Strict Gluten Free diet, #4 very limited sugar in diet (and I don't use artificial sweeteners), #5 our schedule doesn't deviate (Ha!).  If any of these things don't happen there will be bumps, if more than a couple don't happen it's almost anarchy.  (migraine waiting to happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. M has wore out both of his older brother's patience quite a while ago.  They're tired of their items being broke, stolen, Lego creations destroyed, etc.  Who can blame them?  I get frustrated too.     The amount of energy, emotion and time spent on him alone are comparable to what it takes for three other children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I writing all this?  Because it needs to be said.  When you adopt a baby, it's like getting a present that you unwrap slowly.   They are all there, but you discover more of them as they grow.  For those children who have suffered pre-birth trauma or post-birth trauma (Mr. M had both) the package might contain things that you never imagined.  Mr. Incredible and I had no idea that we would be facing these things when we took a nine day old little baby boy into our home to foster or even more than a slight idea of what laid ahead when we adopted that little baby boy 19 months later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm pro-adoption, why am I saying this?! (I bet you thought it!)  Because God redeems.  He takes what the devil meant for harm and turns it into good.  That doesn't mean it happens overnight or that it's easy, but GOD REDEEMS! (I'm crying now)  Mr. M was placed in our family for a reason.  God chose US for HIM.  We may never fully understand how we are changing his life.  I do know that he is changing ours.  We may never fully know how God uses Mr. M's life to bring God glory.  But to God be the glory for the changes that are happening.  God is working in Mr. M's life and the fruit is developing, slowly, but becoming more evident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PDD- Purposefully Divine Destiny&lt;br /&gt;ADHD- Annointed Deeply Healed Definitively&lt;br /&gt;LD- Loved Dearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love has to stick even when things are tough.  God has a plan and it's gonna be alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-777895370439370457?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/777895370439370457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-gonna-be-alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/777895370439370457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/777895370439370457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-gonna-be-alright.html' title='It&apos;s Gonna Be Alright'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-2763120963228094109</id><published>2010-09-15T09:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:11:42.544-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><title type='text'>Forever Family Day</title><content type='html'>Today marks the 1 year mark of Elizabeth's adoption! &lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth, mommy and daddy are so proud of you and all you do.  How far you've come and how your not afraid to try new things, eventually.  You are a precious little girl and we love you so much.  We are so glad God chose YOU to be a part of our family.  We are truly blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-2763120963228094109?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/2763120963228094109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/forever-family-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2763120963228094109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2763120963228094109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/forever-family-day.html' title='Forever Family Day'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-5004053050446607450</id><published>2010-09-14T20:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T20:43:37.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons for Mr. Incredible to NOT Travel</title><content type='html'>In the past (when I stay home with the kids and forgo my parents)&lt;br /&gt;- our air conditioner caught on fire and filled the house with smoke&lt;br /&gt;- I ran a 103.7 fever for three days and had 4 kids to take care of by myself&lt;br /&gt;- our pool pump quit- had to call the repair guy to fix&lt;br /&gt;- the kids got SICK, like three p^king at once, this has happened on numerous occassions&lt;br /&gt;- countless other little things, these are just some of the "biggies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He left at 5am today for China and Indonesia on business.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last nine hours&lt;br /&gt;- Elizabeth fell down the stairs (from about 4 or 5 up)- she's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last hour&lt;br /&gt;- I got a wasp sting on my b^tt, seriously.  Yeah kind hard to self check that one...(may need to call a friend, a GOOD friend)&lt;br /&gt;- Mr. T p^ked, with no warning or reason...(at least he missed his clean sheets!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a LONG, LONG, LONG 12 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-5004053050446607450?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/5004053050446607450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/reasons-for-mr-incredible-to-not-travel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/5004053050446607450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/5004053050446607450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/reasons-for-mr-incredible-to-not-travel.html' title='Reasons for Mr. Incredible to NOT Travel'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-111681619076468811</id><published>2010-09-14T17:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T17:19:20.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Year Gotcha Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TI_0t0FJP-I/AAAAAAAAATE/toqUWrbHCpg/s1600/SDC11814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TI_0t0FJP-I/AAAAAAAAATE/toqUWrbHCpg/s400/SDC11814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516897136463658978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TI_zGff9YSI/AAAAAAAAAS8/JwqwX3_PbhM/s1600/SDC11814.JPG"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the one year mark of meeting Elizabeth.  What a wonderful and scary day it was.  So truly blessed by how God has worked in her life in the last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-111681619076468811?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/111681619076468811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/1-year-gotcha-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/111681619076468811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/111681619076468811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/1-year-gotcha-day.html' title='1 Year Gotcha Day!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TI_0t0FJP-I/AAAAAAAAATE/toqUWrbHCpg/s72-c/SDC11814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-5827441830787729009</id><published>2010-09-13T15:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T16:19:52.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Cool Is That?!</title><content type='html'>This is an excerpt from a chapter in our history curriculum.  I had only thought of the plagues on Egypt as judgement before, but there was a connection to their daily life!  So cool that God deconstructs each of our idols one by one, making us ever more aware of WHO HE IS!  Oh that my heart be more pliable than Pharaoh's!!! (and so cool for the kids to see the connection at such early ages!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...God then revealed that Pharaoh would certainly let Israel go, but not willingly; so that it would be necessary for God to judge Egypt with ten terrible plagues.  Then Pharaoh and all Egypt would know that the God of the Hebrews is God, the Lord; and that their own gods were no gods at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses, in the presence of Pharaoh, stretched out his staff over the Nile River, which the Egyptians worshipped as the god of life; and the water became blood in all the lakes and streams of Egypt.  Even the water in the jars in the homes became blood, and every fish died, and the river stank; thus God judged the Nile.  But in Goshen, where the Hebrews dwelt, the water remained pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as Pharaoh did not let Israel go, next and unnatural force of frogs rose up out of all the rivers in Egypt, and went everywhere, even in the houses and the ovens of the Egyptians.  Now Frogs were worshipped as the goddess of the land, and so sacred did the Egyptians hold them, that to kill one was punishable by death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Pharaoh entreated Moses to remove the frogs from the land, he did not let Israel go.  Thus gnats and lice descended upon them, and covered every man, and every beast; for gnats were the symbol of the god of the earth, thus God judged him to be no god at all.  Now as Pharaoh's magicians could not duplicate this miracle, they said to him, 'This is the finger of God!'  But Pharaoh would not let Israel go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then such a large swarm of flies descended on Egypt , that every person, beast, building, and inch of land was covered with them; thus god judged the scarab beetle, who was the god of the insects and sacred to the sun god Amon.  But in the land of Goshen, there were no gnats, no lice, and no flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Pharaoh assured Moses that he would certainly let Israel go.  But as soon as the flies were gone, he did not keep his promise, nor did he let Israel go.  Thus a horrible disease descended on the livestock of the Egyptian: and all cattle, horses, donkeys, camels, oxen, goats, and sheep that were in the fields, died in a single day.  For the Egyptians worshipped the bull and cow as a god and goddess, which even had their own city and temple sacred to them; thus God judged these false gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Pharaoh sent to Goshen, to see how the livestock of the Hebrews fared; but when it was told to him that not a single calf of the Hebrews was even sick, he still hardened his heart, and would not let Israel go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next boils erupted on man and beast, to judge the god of wisdom and medicine; but Pharaoh would not let Israel go.  Then Moses warned the people that a great hail was coming; and those who heeded the Lord left no man or animal out in the field; but those who did not heed the Lord, remained in the fields, and they died because of the severity of the hail.  Thus God judged the sky goddess of the Egyptians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as Pharaoh would not let Israel go, a plague of locusts enveloped the land, and every green plant, which the hail had not destroyed, was consumed.  Thus God judged the false gods who were to protect the crops.  But in Goshen, there were no boils, or hail, or even a single locust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then God judged the sun god, Amon, for He brought a thick darkness over all the land of Egypt for three days.  But in Goshen there was sunlight as usual.  Pharaoh was so angered at Moses for all these plagues, that he sent him from his presence, and moreover said to him that in the day that Moses saw Pharaoh's face again, Moses would surely die.  So after warning Pharaoh of the terrible final plague yet to come, Moses left Pharaoh, and did not see his face again.  Yet Pharaoh did not let Israel go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Taken from The Story of the Ancient World, chapter 42, by Christine Miller)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-5827441830787729009?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/5827441830787729009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-cool-is-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/5827441830787729009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/5827441830787729009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-cool-is-that.html' title='How Cool Is That?!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-2859992638343011219</id><published>2010-09-12T19:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T19:24:17.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be in Prayer</title><content type='html'>I have a friend in blog world that needs our prayers today especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hishandshisfeettoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;His Hands His Feet Today&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-2859992638343011219?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/2859992638343011219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/be-in-prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2859992638343011219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2859992638343011219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/be-in-prayer.html' title='Be in Prayer'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-2402149259887824400</id><published>2010-09-12T18:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T18:45:48.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Believing and Receiving</title><content type='html'>We started a new women's Bible study at church this last week- Beth Moore's "Believing God". &lt;br /&gt;There were two things that REALLY stuck out to me this first week...&lt;br /&gt;1. "The world knows when our reality matches our theology."&lt;br /&gt;       When our reality and our theology are the same, we are walking dynamite for the Lord because we are living what we believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2."We need to quit wishing and whining and start believing and receiving."&lt;br /&gt;        I know we've said, "We'll do ---, when we have ---".  Now I don't want to be fool hardy, but what would happen if we just did it?!  Believed that God spoke to us and did it!  Yep, we sure could use a bigger vehicle if we adopted again, but are we going to let THAT hold us back? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth went on to say how we are Abraham's spiritual seed, Gal. 3:26-29. &lt;br /&gt;God has an earthly inheritance for us, Deut. 4:37-38. &lt;br /&gt;We will see God's inheritance for us when we are fulfilling His calling for us, but He will not force our calling on us, Deut. 8:7-9, Eph. 1:18-19, Eph 2:10.&lt;br /&gt;And the #1 reason why our calling does not become reality, is our UNBELIEF, Heb. 3:7-19 (OUCH!) &lt;br /&gt;God wants us to do wonderous things- Faith and sanctification closes the gap between reality and theology, Josh. 3:5, Num. 15:37-41.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard a lot lately how in the natural eye our life looks overwhelming.  I'll admit, sometimes it is. :)  There are days when it seems like we have overcome &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; things, but then there are those days when we are stuck down in the mire fighting those little nasty battles.  I don't know if I am in a place of where my reality and theology are matching up because I often feel that I fall so very short.  It is only through faith that I am able to make it through everyday and I'm going to need an even bigger measure once Mr. Incredible leaves for his 12 business trip in two days!  So glad my parents are planning on coming!  Upward and onward!  And time to start believing and receiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-2402149259887824400?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/2402149259887824400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/believing-and-receiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2402149259887824400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2402149259887824400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/believing-and-receiving.html' title='Believing and Receiving'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-6703861248128423414</id><published>2010-09-10T13:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T13:12:04.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Fridays!</title><content type='html'>There's nothing better than just being able to be home... without having demands of places you need to be... without therapist expected over (love you though!)... or having the freedom to just go off to &lt;a href="http://www.mardel.com/laminationemail090610.aspx"&gt;Mardel's&lt;/a&gt; and get some laminating done- FREE!&lt;br /&gt;May your Friday be blessed as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-6703861248128423414?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/6703861248128423414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love-fridays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/6703861248128423414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/6703861248128423414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-love-fridays.html' title='I Love Fridays!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-7927078390983963306</id><published>2010-09-09T17:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T17:29:22.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Managment- God's Way</title><content type='html'>I am always amazed at how God's timing is perfect.  Earlier this week our "crazy" Thursday actually happened on Tuesday.  So we got that out of the way early!&lt;br /&gt;Then today during the time that we should have been gone the chimney sweeping guy came, over an hour early, and he finished up just as M's speech therapist arrived!&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to pick up Z from practice.  Mr. Incredible arrive home (hopefully!!!).  Pick up our one everyday prescription (almost out!).  Make it to Bible Study BEFORE it actually begins- a friend is meeting me there. (One of those special people that I never would have known had we not adopted Elizabeth)  Feed the kids before I leave to go to the study... and all of this before 7!  I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-7927078390983963306?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/7927078390983963306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/time-managment-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/7927078390983963306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/7927078390983963306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/time-managment-god.html' title='Time Managment- God&apos;s Way'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-2897322462529099313</id><published>2010-09-06T10:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:24:00.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinate?</title><content type='html'>I try not to be a procrastinator.  I was raised with, "Never put off to tomorrow what you can do today!".  However, my upbringing has failed me and in the interest of being transparent and dispelling any myths about how "on top of things" I am.  It's been just over a year since we left home for China.  Now it WAS a TWO part trip... we had to drop off the kids with my parents, so it hasn't been a year since we left the good 'ole USA for China, but....  I finally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unpacked&lt;/span&gt; FROM THE SUITCASE the little gifts that we got Elizabeth to give her on birthdays.  (my head is hanging in shame at the procrastination)  It was just all neat in a suitcase and, and, and- I have no excuse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Jennifer and I have become a procrastinator.  The thing that I detested as a child.  I now embody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; thing?  We forgot to give Elizabeth her present for her 3rd birthday!!!  Oh man!  Maybe I'll save the blanket for her forever family day, that's coming soon.  I live, I learn, I forget and I try again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-2897322462529099313?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/2897322462529099313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/procrastinate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2897322462529099313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2897322462529099313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/procrastinate.html' title='Procrastinate?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-2458628242080602620</id><published>2010-09-05T20:17:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:13:37.411-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Couponing'/><title type='text'>Savings at Kroger and CVS and a little lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TIRIi1rShwI/AAAAAAAAAS0/-nAm9-hWfrk/s1600/small+CVS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TIRIi1rShwI/AAAAAAAAAS0/-nAm9-hWfrk/s400/small+CVS.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513611607169730306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CVS (3 transactions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;J&amp;amp;J baby wash, J&amp;amp;J baby lotion, 96 ct box of diapers, 2 hydo shave gels, 2 hydro razors, 4 packs of gum, 1 caramel (because I went negative), 2 Zegrid OTC, 4 SoBe lifewaters, 10 clearance items= $0.48 out of pocket and $1.49 on a gift card.  I used 8 ECB to buy the clearance items that were 75% and 90% off.  Total saved $145.17 and I have lots of ECB left to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TIRDa7CNDXI/AAAAAAAAASs/A9UTkCWLKZ4/s1600/small+kroger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TIRDa7CNDXI/AAAAAAAAASs/A9UTkCWLKZ4/s400/small+kroger.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513605973610925426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kroger (2 transactions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4 pkg Reach floss, 2 pure protein bars, 4 Dial handsoaps, 2 deoderants, 4 pkg rice = $0.36&lt;br /&gt;Now I did also pick up 21 packages (yes, that is twenty-one!) of Ian's Gluten Free Chicken nuggets at $3.00 each.  I know that sounds super expensive, but in actuality it is over 1/2 off the regular price.  (still expensive, but when your GF and you need some convenience...)  Total savings $113.91 at Kroger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do I coupon? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The money saved can be spent on more worthwhile things, ie. college fund, adoption fund.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like a challenge.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is my way of relieving stress.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The stuff that we don't use I giveaway, tax deduction and/or blessing to others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I enjoy getting bargains!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I had some coupons spread out at church the other evening while waiting for Mr. Incredible and the kids during AWANA.  A gentleman approached me and asked what I was doing, my system and how it worked, a couple of ladies inquired as well wanting to know the same things.  I gladly shared the information that I have learned, because I want others to find the savings that I have.  As I was trying to clean up and child pick up started I then observed the eyes of those who hadn't heard how much I save.  They saw me (I was in shorts, a t-shirt and flip flops), saw my coupons and passed judgement.  (I'm not kidding, they looked at me like I had a plague or at least was in a much lower caste than them.)  I could have been offended, but I chose to forgive.  I don't coupon to win a popularity contest and so I'm not going to worry about what others think about me.  Don't get me wrong, it's great when people think what you're doing is super cool.  But in the end when Jesus says, "Well done good and faithful servant", is it really going to matter that the doctor or the young mom didn't like me cutting coupons?!  &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/966171860453873900-2458628242080602620?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/2458628242080602620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/savings-at-kroger-and-cvs-and-little.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2458628242080602620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>A Powerful Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/dCN0hnogqj8/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dCN0hnogqj8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dCN0hnogqj8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-134688083150597383?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/134688083150597383/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-7401311266918332282</id><published>2010-09-04T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T19:48:13.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story Behind the Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/wxfdbIvBbOI/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wxfdbIvBbOI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wxfdbIvBbOI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-7401311266918332282?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/7401311266918332282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/story-behind-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/7401311266918332282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/7401311266918332282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/story-behind-song.html' title='The Story Behind the Song'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-2500996619092229289</id><published>2010-09-04T17:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T17:55:56.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work in Progress</title><content type='html'>God is not a God of neatness.  Sometimes it takes messy things to take the things out of our hearts and lives that are not of Him and replace it with things that are of Him.  My home and life look like one big construction zone right now.  UNDER CONSTRUCTION and DETOUR, DETOUR!  Though we are not remodeling currently it looks like a Tazmanian Devil roared through not long ago.  The stuff shoved in the guest bedroom resemble the "things" I keep trying to stuff into my life or the "junk" my heart won't let go of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is just part of the refining process, but this time I am really feeling the fire (maybe it's Mr. Incredible's upcoming 12 day business trip as well :)). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One friend said recently, "You're either moving forward or you're sliding back.  There is no standing still."  I have mulled this over for several weeks before posting it, thinking.  Just how true is this?!  From the last month of experience, VERY TRUE!  God wants us to pursue Him, even when it gets messy and we feel like giving up.  If we stop and try to stand still, Satan and all his little entrapments come and jump on you.  So onward I press...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some *&lt;a href="http://buildingtheblocks.blogspot.com/2010/09/while-we-wait.html"&gt;thoughts&lt;/a&gt;* that someone recently posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-2500996619092229289?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/2500996619092229289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/work-in-progress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2500996619092229289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2500996619092229289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/work-in-progress.html' title='Work in Progress'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-725353513096896014</id><published>2010-09-02T17:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T17:18:45.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And God Rested...</title><content type='html'>We had another crazy Thursday planned for today, and then...&lt;br /&gt;... the counselors office called to cancel saying Ms. C had a family emergency.  (Dear Lord, be with Ms. C and her family.)&lt;br /&gt;... the speech therapist called saying she was in a town 45 minutes away and still had an eval. to do there (our appointment was in an hour)... could we reschedule?!&lt;br /&gt;So our crazy Thursday turned into a peaceful Thursday- only zumba and occupational therapy.  We all laid down for like a whole hour and 15 minutes even!  I guess God realized I wasn't feeling 110% today and gave us the opportunity to rest.  Way to go God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-725353513096896014?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/725353513096896014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-god-rested.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/725353513096896014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/725353513096896014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-god-rested.html' title='And God Rested...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-5242608542182736829</id><published>2010-08-31T14:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T15:11:47.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our "Garden", aka Patch of Death.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TH1fB7MiPGI/AAAAAAAAASc/kJfP2VfkJ4Y/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TH1d0G43gkI/AAAAAAAAASU/VDVquSUZUyc/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TH1d0G43gkI/AAAAAAAAASU/VDVquSUZUyc/s400/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511664668755067458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the things that are left are the tomatoes (on the far end) and a few shriveled green bean plants (near end).  This is our second year at "gardening" and by far our most fruitful yet.  We harvested probably 40 or more green beans and 1 tomato.  I really need to work on the soil (in case you can't tell) and am considering having raised beds.  The heat REALLY took a toll on the garden even though we watered.  All the squash died after blooming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TH1fB7MiPGI/AAAAAAAAASc/kJfP2VfkJ4Y/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TH1fB7MiPGI/AAAAAAAAASc/kJfP2VfkJ4Y/s400/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511666005646130274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our one tomato that made it and the bottom already had a bad spot on it. :/  Fortunately we have a few more that may make it... MAY being the key word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-5242608542182736829?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/5242608542182736829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/our-garden-aka-patch-of-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/5242608542182736829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/5242608542182736829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/our-garden-aka-patch-of-death.html' title='Our &quot;Garden&quot;, aka Patch of Death.'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TH1d0G43gkI/AAAAAAAAASU/VDVquSUZUyc/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-4856203772659514311</id><published>2010-08-31T14:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T14:51:17.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Tooth Gone!</title><content type='html'>Well it took our dentist's intervention, but Mr. M has now lost his second tooth! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TH1aOJhfGYI/AAAAAAAAAR0/AUN-mk15SvU/s1600/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TH1aOJhfGYI/AAAAAAAAAR0/AUN-mk15SvU/s400/067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511660718092392834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TH1cDixC1XI/AAAAAAAAASM/5zwOHfKBUTM/s1600/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TH1cDixC1XI/AAAAAAAAASM/5zwOHfKBUTM/s400/084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511662734913230194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The After&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/966171860453873900-4856203772659514311?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/4856203772659514311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/2nd-tooth-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/4856203772659514311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/4856203772659514311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/2nd-tooth-gone.html' title='2nd Tooth Gone!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TH1aOJhfGYI/AAAAAAAAAR0/AUN-mk15SvU/s72-c/067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-1048835430528063918</id><published>2010-08-30T21:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:13:37.411-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Couponing'/><title type='text'>Spending Spree</title><content type='html'>Apparently today is the day for spending money.  $725 for our van and $14 at Walgreens.  I would have made it to another store to spend more money, but it took too long at Walgreens. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why did we drop 3/4 of a grand on our 8 year old van?  Well, it's been shifting "hard". (this is my description of it) Apparently, the front and side mounts for the engine were broken.  I wanted to know what would cause a breakage such as this (thinking they were made of steel).  I was duly informed that they were made of rubber and sometimes it just wears out!  (I really wanted to say some offhand, lewd comment like "You sure do sell expensive r^bbers!".  But I couldn't do it.)  Isn't it great when God keeps you from opening your mouth!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually did "make" money at Walgreens, but I'm rather upset that they didn't take 12 of my coupons so I'm not going to detail my trip right now.  Trying to work through the frustration.  AAAHHHHHH!!!  (didn't really help :-))  LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think today could easily be summed up by the open, almost consumed container of Cool Whip that I found in the fridge with the lid completely missing from the fridge and finger sweeps through the visible remains.  When you see that on a Monday morning, you just know, it's going to one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THOSE&lt;/span&gt; days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-1048835430528063918?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/1048835430528063918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/spending-spree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/1048835430528063918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/1048835430528063918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/spending-spree.html' title='Spending Spree'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-3819658832268900333</id><published>2010-08-27T17:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T17:04:30.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Photo Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com"&gt;Shut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com"&gt;terfly.com&lt;/a&gt; just released a promo code for a free 8x8 photo book. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px; color: rgb(0, 166, 190);font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:10px;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Promo code: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8PBA91&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offer e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nds September 1, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-3819658832268900333?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/3819658832268900333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/free-photo-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/3819658832268900333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/3819658832268900333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/free-photo-book.html' title='Free Photo Book'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-357884843105766031</id><published>2010-08-27T13:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T14:03:06.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for Laughs!</title><content type='html'>In honor of my date with Mr. Incredible tonight... I got the sitter, no new dress, I doubt we'll go dancing, but maybe we can still have fun?! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/vLjWDKu0jfM/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vLjWDKu0jfM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vLjWDKu0jfM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-357884843105766031?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/357884843105766031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-for-laughs_7430.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/357884843105766031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/357884843105766031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-for-laughs_7430.html' title='Just for Laughs!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-7031016143060345105</id><published>2010-08-26T12:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T12:32:07.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Adoption Day, Mr. M!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/THak8DQWglI/AAAAAAAAARs/DqGEnO5Niqc/s1600/SDC11581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/THak8DQWglI/AAAAAAAAARs/DqGEnO5Niqc/s400/SDC11581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509772545707377234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years ago today we were able to finalize Mr. M's adoption.  What a long hard road we walked to get there... Who knew it was just preparation for the days ahead! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend posted this to my FB, it so rightly describes our dear Mr. M.   ‎"Some men  learn by reading, some men learn by observing and some men have to pee  on the electric fence for themselves."&lt;br /&gt;Will Rogers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Mr. M!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-7031016143060345105?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/7031016143060345105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-adoption-day-mr-m.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/7031016143060345105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/7031016143060345105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-adoption-day-mr-m.html' title='Happy Adoption Day, Mr. M!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/THak8DQWglI/AAAAAAAAARs/DqGEnO5Niqc/s72-c/SDC11581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-4323384604074957976</id><published>2010-08-25T14:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:14:32.370-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschooling'/><title type='text'>The SCHEDULE</title><content type='html'>I finally heard from the Deaf Ed speech therapist today, not happy with the times she's available...  So I sat down to try to figure out exactly how I am supposed to "work" eight therapeutic appointments in each week along with homeschooling and just having a life... it's not pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Basically from 10-11:30 on Mondays and Wednesdays we have something for Elizabeth (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whoever thought that a 30 min. appointment would take 1.5 hours?!&lt;/span&gt;), as well as 2:45-3:45pm on Wednesdays; 9:10am-12:15 pm and 2:30-3:30 pm on Tuesdays and 9:10am-3:30pm on Thursdays we are occupied with things for Michael and an AM Zumba class for me.  (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would go in the evenings, but that cuts into family time&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a couple of hours to try to arrange the schoolwork and availability to accomplish what needs to be done. My eyes misted at least twice and I still feel rather overwhelmed about the whole thing.  I was so hoping for an early afternoon something for Elizabeth on Mondays and Wednesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My small victory of the day was making a delicious healthy balanced dinner for under $5.  Maybe I can do some coupon shopping later to relieve some of the stress :)  It would be harder to appreciate the good days if there weren't days like today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-4323384604074957976?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/4323384604074957976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/schedule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/4323384604074957976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/4323384604074957976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/schedule.html' title='The SCHEDULE'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-3892325084462422480</id><published>2010-08-24T12:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T12:08:17.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5000!</title><content type='html'>Today we have been married for 5ooo days!  Mr. Incredible sent me flowers :)  He has been using the same flower shop for YEARS.  It's kind of funny when the florist knows you by name :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-3892325084462422480?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/3892325084462422480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-5000.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/3892325084462422480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/3892325084462422480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-5000.html' title='Happy 5000!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-6942546861178205552</id><published>2010-08-23T15:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:14:32.371-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Homeschooling 101</title><content type='html'>Just as good equipment is necessary to do a good job.  Good resources help with homeschooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good marriage, or at least working toward one, is helpful in a successful homeschool.  You can be each others bestfriend or worst enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.focusonthefamily.com/"&gt;Focus on the Family&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.familylife.com/site/c.dnJHKLNnFoG/b.3082787/k.ECE8/Help_and_Hope_for_Marriages_and_Families.htm"&gt;Family Life&lt;/a&gt; and Gary Smalley are a place to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to unlock your child's heart with out the proper keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.focusonthefamily.com/"&gt;Focus on the Family&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.familylife.com/site/c.dnJHKLNnFoG/b.3082787/k.ECE8/Help_and_Hope_for_Marriages_and_Families.htm"&gt;Family Life&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.familymatters.net/"&gt;Tim Kimmel&lt;/a&gt; are a great resources and can lead you to many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a plan in case of a problem- &lt;a href="http://www.hslda.org/Default.asp?bhcp=1"&gt;HSLDA- Homeschool Legal Defense Association&lt;/a&gt; - not everyone thinks homeschooling is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find other homeschoolers through area homeschool groups or online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many curricula compared to when my mom started with me.  Here's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; free resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://donnayoung.org/index.htm"&gt;www.donnayoung.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.currclick.com/"&gt;www.currclick.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homeschoolfreebie.wholesomechildhood.com/"&gt;www.homeschoolfreebieoftheday.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-6942546861178205552?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/6942546861178205552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/homeschooling-101.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/6942546861178205552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/6942546861178205552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/homeschooling-101.html' title='Homeschooling 101'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-1649819318958480842</id><published>2010-08-21T20:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T15:34:15.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Awesome!</title><content type='html'>I have been looking around me- my husband, children, friends, people I see occasionally but don't really know, strangers in cars that pass by, people in line with me at the store.  What is going on in their head?  Is there life as bad as their face looks?  Are they having a hard time paying their bills? Do they REALLY know that Christ died for them and loves them SSSOOOO much?!  How do I look to them?  Am I shining God's love on my face or do I have a grimace?  Are my interactions with them conveying self serving motives or a gentle spirit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs encouragement sometimes and to know that they are important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just telling your spouse that you love them.  Or giving your kids a "You did great at ---".  (I'm not saying praise them for everything because then your praise can become meaningless.)  Or telling someone thank you when you check out at a store.  Or asking how they are and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really listening&lt;/span&gt;.  What about giving your friend a hug, just because!  What about making a friend?  It's amazing what just smiling at a person can do.  The walls melt... and they may even smile back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed at how many people say, "Hi, how are you?" when I'm alone and "Whoa, you got a handful!" when the kids are with me.  But how many actually care how I am or the story of all of our kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to ask someone how they are and then listen.  It's amazing how a near perfect stranger will open up and share details about their life that you otherwise never would have known, if you just stop and show that they matter.  Do I need to know that a store manager is having car troubles? No.  Was I expecting to hear about how a person is divorced and now living with their boyfriend? No.   Does it take time to listen?  Yes.  But maybe, just maybe, I've shown these people a little bit of kindness and love just by listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that when I was able to sincerely thank Mr. J for a job he had done a lot of his frustration over Mr. M messing with his stuff evaporated.  Maybe you have to be creative in your compliments- you ate your lunch so well, thank you for turning off the light, why don't you go in front of me (when in line at a store), thank you for choosing to not yell, I like the color of your eyes ...  But each of us matter and it's important to let others know that they matter because maybe they haven't found the hope of heaven yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galations 5: 22-23 and 25-26 (The Message)&lt;br /&gt;But what happens  when we live God's way? He brings gifts into our lives, much the same  way that fruit appears in an orchard—things like affection for others,  exuberance about life, serenity. We develop a willingness to stick with  things, a sense of compassion in the heart, and a conviction that a  basic holiness permeates things and people. We find ourselves involved  in loyal commitments, not needing to force our way in life, able to  marshal and direct our energies wisely....&lt;br /&gt;Since  this is the kind of life we have chosen, the life of the Spirit, let us  make sure that we do not just hold it as an idea in our heads or a  sentiment in our hearts, but work out its implications in every detail  of our lives. That means we will not compare ourselves with each other  as if one of us were better and another worse. We have far more  interesting things to do with our lives. Each of us is an original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in case you haven't heard it lately, you're awesome, you read this far!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-1649819318958480842?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/1649819318958480842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/1649819318958480842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/1649819318958480842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/youre-awesome.html' title='You&apos;re Awesome!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-7482563436462851012</id><published>2010-08-19T12:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T23:06:33.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Pains</title><content type='html'>Sometimes parenting isn't fun.  It is knock down, drag you to your knees as you seek answers from above warfare. &lt;br /&gt;Then they give you a hug and say they are sorry... and you pray that maybe they've learned their lesson THIS time.  So that you don't EVER EVER have go through this again. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or them either&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else been there?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you what happened yesterday, but I don't honestly remember.  I can remember that the wireless router died and there were two violent temper tantrums.  (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no, I didn't throw a fit when I lost internet&lt;/span&gt;) There was lots in between (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and more was bad than good&lt;/span&gt;), but just as God helps you forget labor pains from childbirth, I guess I am forgetting the growing pains of childrearing.  All I can say is if yesterday was the climax, today was the catharsis (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the rain was God's added effect&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying that the contrition that was evident in the heart tonight is still present in the morning.  That the gains that have been made with attitude control are not lost.  Lest you think I am only speaking about a certain child, admit it, you thought it!  I have had the wonderful, God-given opportunity to "work with" four out of the five in the last two days. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gotta love Mr. Incredible's business trips!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little wisdom I found in Proverbs (the Message)&lt;br /&gt;20:24 The very steps we take come from &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;God;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   otherwise how would we know where we're going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20:27 &lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; is in charge of human life,&lt;br /&gt;   watching and examining us inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20:28 Love and truth form a good leader;&lt;br /&gt;   sound leadership is founded on loving integrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15:32 An undisciplined, self-willed life is puny;&lt;br /&gt;   an obedient, God-willed life is spacious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22:10 Kick out the troublemakers and things will quiet down;&lt;br /&gt;   you need a break from bickering and griping! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Hmm, I do need a break... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15:1 A gentle response defuses anger, but a sharp tongue kindles a temper-fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15:4 Kind words heal and help;&lt;br /&gt;   cutting words wound and maim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22:6 Point your kids in the right direction—&lt;br /&gt;   when they're old they won't be lost.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;(I'm pointing God and trusting in YOU!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-7482563436462851012?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/7482563436462851012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/growing-pains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/7482563436462851012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/7482563436462851012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/growing-pains.html' title='Growing Pains'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-9050445823795041476</id><published>2010-08-18T08:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:13:37.412-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Couponing'/><title type='text'>Savings Galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TGvmY-zERuI/AAAAAAAAARk/AozEy16mB24/s1600/SDC11718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TGvmY-zERuI/AAAAAAAAARk/AozEy16mB24/s320/SDC11718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506748286239000290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At CVS- Zegrid $9.99 each, got back $9.99 ECB each, used 2 $4 manufacturer coupons.  Blink $7.99, got back $7.99 ECB, used $4 manufacturer coupon.  Dulcolax $9.99 each, got back $9.99 in EBC each, used 2 $5 manufacturer coupons.  YOU do the math. ---- Not to shabby!  Do I intend to use these products- nope, probably going to donate them to a local charity and then I can claim the tax deduction as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TGvgyksf6PI/AAAAAAAAARc/aL4IF7HbvC8/s1600/SDC11715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TGvgyksf6PI/AAAAAAAAARc/aL4IF7HbvC8/s320/SDC11715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506742128838961394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to snag all of this at CVS and Walgreens for $1.18 out of pocket (oop).&lt;br /&gt;At Walgreens used 11 in RR, rainchecks, $7.98 in coupons at Wags and got back $2.50 in RR and spent $1.18 oop, wouldn't have even had to do that if I had remembered to bring a coupon.  Total savings $101.73.&lt;br /&gt;At CVS nothing oop because I had a gift card, would have been $1.56 after coupons and ECB if I didn't have the gift card.  Used $18.98 in coupons and $8.50 in ECB.  Got back $8 in ECB.  Total savings $30.90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TGveZzn7RGI/AAAAAAAAARU/ol15o4tP-Io/s1600/SDC11717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TGveZzn7RGI/AAAAAAAAARU/ol15o4tP-Io/s320/SDC11717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506739504326329442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got these at our local S1 for $0.53 oop and $9 worth of coupons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is that there are deals out there and it doesn't take all that long to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-9050445823795041476?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/9050445823795041476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/savings-galore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/9050445823795041476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/9050445823795041476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/savings-galore.html' title='Savings Galore'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TGvmY-zERuI/AAAAAAAAARk/AozEy16mB24/s72-c/SDC11718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-1699826195872471620</id><published>2010-08-17T23:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T23:18:28.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much to Say... Too Tired to Say It</title><content type='html'>Our day is easily summed up by what Elizabeth uttered before she jumped into the pool, "Oh, no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not looking forward to Mr. Incredible leaving on a trip.:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have lots of savings pictures to post.  Hopefully tomorrow... we only have a make up O.T. appointment and an ortho appointment for two kids- slow day. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-1699826195872471620?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/1699826195872471620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-much-to-say-too-tired-to-say-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/1699826195872471620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/1699826195872471620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-much-to-say-too-tired-to-say-it.html' title='So Much to Say... 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(some tension released)&lt;br /&gt;Need to make a finger food for a meeting tonight, usually my last name qualifies me for dessert.  I CAN do dessert.  I have NO idea what to make/take.  Do cheese ball chips count?! (argh)&lt;br /&gt;HAVE to go grocery shopping tonight AFTER the meeting due to another meeting tomorrow night and Mr. Incredible going out of town for 3 DAYS on Wednesday.  (grrr)&lt;br /&gt;AND to top it all off Super P wants Thursday off too! (AAAHHH!)&lt;br /&gt;If we can just make it through today without another meltdown, I would be so thankful.  If we can make it through this week without World War 3 erupting, I think I might cry.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in case you missed it, we are "back to school".  This is one of those days that I'm not just leaning on God I'm saying, "Pick me up daddy and carry me through!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a funny note:&lt;br /&gt;At dinner last night Mr. Incredible and I were asked by a certain someone, "Is it wegal [legal] to marry your sister?"...no... "Is it wegal to marry your momma?"...No... "Is it wegal to marry your brother?"...NO!  (Maybe we shouldn't encourage talking during dinner, talk about pushing the envelope!)&lt;br /&gt;Then today,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. M: "You need to get married again."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Why?  I am married to DADDY."&lt;br /&gt;Mr. M: "You haven't been for very long."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well, it's actually been quite a while."&lt;br /&gt;Mr. M: "Well (he huffs), you need a baby! And God gives you the special treat of a baby after you get married!"  (I'm dumbfounded at this point and refuse further comment, but I see how God is preparing even Mr. M's heart for what HE has next for us.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-3124737949287255323?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/3124737949287255323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/waiting-for-other-shoe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/3124737949287255323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/3124737949287255323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/waiting-for-other-shoe.html' title='Waiting for the Other Shoe...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-4124503988127957931</id><published>2010-08-16T08:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T09:02:09.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TGlEyaJoO1I/AAAAAAAAARM/KWWhJ6aX560/s1600/SDC11712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TGlEyaJoO1I/AAAAAAAAARM/KWWhJ6aX560/s320/SDC11712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506007652240997202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth joined our family 11 months ago.  Hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-4124503988127957931?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/4124503988127957931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/11-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/4124503988127957931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/4124503988127957931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/11-months.html' title='11 Months'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TGlEyaJoO1I/AAAAAAAAARM/KWWhJ6aX560/s72-c/SDC11712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-1429764659590830953</id><published>2010-08-16T08:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T08:39:37.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Evening with Tim Kimmel</title><content type='html'>Trying to play catch up here... this actually was Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot paper so I took notes using my phone :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought he was going to talk about parenting, but his principles apply to marriage as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We (parents/spouse) need to embody God's grace.*&lt;br /&gt;Grace  does not mean we get away with murder.  There are consequences to  actions.  But, dealing with our children/spouse in the same manner as  Christ deals with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you do this?  Glad you asked!&lt;br /&gt;Picture a house- three stories with a foundation and an attic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foundation of your house needs to be God.  If you set life/family on anything else, it will not be a stable foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st story- Meet their 3 driving inner needs&lt;br /&gt;*Know they have a secure love&lt;br /&gt;*Know they have a significant purpose (intrinsic value)&lt;br /&gt;*Know they have a strong hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd story- Have an atmosphere of grace in your home&lt;br /&gt;*Freedom to be different (this includes weird)&lt;br /&gt;*Freedom to be vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;*Freedom to be candid (you can be candid and respectful)&lt;br /&gt;*Freedom to make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd story- Build Character&lt;br /&gt;Faith, Integrity, Poise, Discipline, Endurance, Courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attic- Aim them at True Greatness&lt;br /&gt;The  world measures success by wealth, beauty, power, fame.  Grace measures  success by having a humble, grateful, generous, servant's heart.&lt;br /&gt;If  you aim your child at true greatness you answer what their mission in  life is, who their going to marry, and who their master will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim and Darcy (his wife) have a &lt;a href="http://www.familymatters.net/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; if you want to see further information or resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read Grace Based Parenting and it has greatly helped in our parenting of our kids, but especially one in particular.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-1429764659590830953?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/1429764659590830953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/evening-with-tim-kimmel_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/1429764659590830953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/1429764659590830953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/evening-with-tim-kimmel_16.html' title='An Evening with Tim Kimmel'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-3873573709860897345</id><published>2010-08-11T16:07:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T16:44:02.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me introduce....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TGMTZ2zYOtI/AAAAAAAAARE/89zymQqTH5U/s1600/pmh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TGMTZ2zYOtI/AAAAAAAAARE/89zymQqTH5U/s320/pmh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504264504505547474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                            &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Super P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super P is our helper.  Every good superhero (people keep thinking that I'm SuperMom) has a side kick and when Mr. Incredible is at work  Super P (at least some of the time) steps into the role of hygiene co-coordinator, child relations assistant director, behavioral development assistant researcher and such.&lt;br /&gt;If you see us about town, don't worry, Mr. Incredible knows ;-)&lt;br /&gt;I had planned on having another female assist us after Fantastic F left, but God had other plans... HE's always up to something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Jennifer/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-3873573709860897345?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/3873573709860897345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/let-me-introduce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/3873573709860897345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/3873573709860897345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/let-me-introduce.html' title='Let me introduce....'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TGMTZ2zYOtI/AAAAAAAAARE/89zymQqTH5U/s72-c/pmh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-1006576608568687486</id><published>2010-08-11T14:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T15:45:02.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Hoarding, Other Little Bad Habits and a Victory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TGMG94sIb4I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/1ZZMViJhLZQ/s1600/SDC11691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TGMG94sIb4I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/1ZZMViJhLZQ/s320/SDC11691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504250829836152706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TGMFn7W3JBI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/pweIcvTHP44/s1600/SDC11694.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. M sits engrossed (on the BACK of the couch, of course) with his brothers playing a video game, biting his nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adopting is not always easy- for you or the child.  There are days of  joy and there are days of tantrums.  Even when you get what you think you  are wanting, there will be days that you don't know that you want you've  got.  (I do not think that this applies only to adopted children :))&lt;br /&gt;When  you adopt a child there are things beyond your control that can affect  the child, you the parents and your family.  Sometimes the effects are  small and only slightly ripple out affecting mostly the child.   Sometimes the effects are huge and cause rippling far out beyond your  knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;Food hoarding is something that adopted children can go  through.  We've experienced some food gorging by Mr. Z and Mr. J, but  after an incident (or several) the consequences were enough to deter  further gorging.  (notice I used gorging not hoarding)  Mr. M amazes me  at his prowess of silently sneaking past me to get to food (candy,  caprisuns and snack bars) and going and hiding to eat them.  It broke my  heart to hear him say, "I need that lock".  Speaking of a pantry and  kitchen cabinets that locked that were made for a boy who had an eating  disorder on an episode of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition.  He knows he's  not supposed to take the food, but something in his brain makes him.  No consequence has worked to date.    It does not happen everyday though now.  But we think we've conquered it, and then find a new  stash of wrappers in a new hiding place.&lt;br /&gt;Nail biting.  Maybe it's genetic, but more than likely I am guessing it's his newest form of self stimulation.  Anytime he's sitting or laying down, a foot or hand is in his mouth.  GROSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Clothes on "wrong".  People may comment that Mr. M's clothes are on backwards.  At least they are on!  Many days it takes several attempts just to get good morning clothes ON.  The O.T. works with him on getting them turned the right way, sometimes I fight that battle but I usually let it slide. At least he's dressed is my thinking! I don't want the screaming and kicking that ensues- like Super P got a taste of today.&lt;br /&gt;It takes time, patience and training and more time and patience and training and LOTS of prayer to work through these issues.  But God does reward the diligent, and losing the battle for Mr. M is not an option.&lt;br /&gt;Our victory?  He cried today.  Mr. M didn't get what he wanted and a tantrum ensued, but I saw a very small tear!  (I'm not some sadistic nut.  But this is only time #6 in his LIFE that I've seen a tear.)  God is breaking down the walls.  Through HIM all things are possible!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-1006576608568687486?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/1006576608568687486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/food-hoarding-other-little-bad-habits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/1006576608568687486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/1006576608568687486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/food-hoarding-other-little-bad-habits.html' title='Food Hoarding, Other Little Bad Habits and a Victory'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TGMG94sIb4I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/1ZZMViJhLZQ/s72-c/SDC11691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-1803124012329413497</id><published>2010-08-10T21:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T21:55:21.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life...</title><content type='html'>12 am Get in bed.&lt;br /&gt;6:30 am Alarm goes off. (Didn't drag myself out of bed.  Shame on me!)&lt;br /&gt;7:30 am Kids start filtering in with requests... really should be out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;8 am Finally will myself and my achy knee to get out of bed, running really late now!&lt;br /&gt;9 am  In the last hour got Elizabeth ready, a load of clothes started, myself ready, ate something, etc... and trash out&lt;br /&gt;9:20 am show up at gym and suddenly remember Zumba was canceled for the day!  We're here so I bike for 30 and try the elliptical (my backside has been feeling that 2.5 minutes since!).&lt;br /&gt;11:15  Arrive home showered and ready for the day with five hungry kids-snacks of apples and pb (with the exception of Mr. T on the pb and peel for Elizabeth).&lt;br /&gt;11:30 Super P shows up for work and Ms. M the O.T. comes.&lt;br /&gt;12:30 Lunch&lt;br /&gt;1:30 I can't remember what the kids did.  Super P and I alternated on making cookies.&lt;br /&gt;2:30 Ms. A the S.T comes&lt;br /&gt;3:30 All go swimming.&lt;br /&gt;4:30 Super P leaves and everyone is out of the pool and getting dressed.&lt;br /&gt;5:15 "Fix" melted cheese sandwiches for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;5:30 Mr. Incredible home and we leave for a class within minutes.&lt;br /&gt;8 pm out of class, stop at two stores on way home, hurry to feed five hungry kids AGAIN and get them in bed!&lt;br /&gt;9:40 Mr. Incredible and I finally get to eat and have time together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-1803124012329413497?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/1803124012329413497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-in-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/1803124012329413497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/1803124012329413497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-in-life.html' title='A Day in the Life...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-3332642284501263705</id><published>2010-08-09T14:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T21:43:47.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Pregnant!</title><content type='html'>Ha!  Gotcha!  But in all seriousness, we actually kind of are.  What?  How?  How can you "kind of" be?  All questions you're thinking, right?!  Well....&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Incredible and I are "pregnant" with the idea of adopting again.  We see God's leading in this direction, but have some issues to overcome.  #1 Vehicle, #2 Money for adoption, #3 How/Where- forgein, domestic, foster..., #4 When.  (and that's the short list! :-))  Because of our current circumstances we have a leaning towards not fostering, but Mr. M is such a blessing...  We just don't want to cause undue turmoil in his already turbulent life.  If you could please join us in praying for God's further leading and direction, we would greatly appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;We have an empty space at our table (even if we don't have one in our van).  When we are out and even at home.  I keep "feeling" like we are missing someone- not a comfortable feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Before we ever brought Elizabeth home I wanted to start pursuing another child and had a specific continent in mind.  However, we are unsure if this is truly the direction God would have for us or if it was more about being open minded.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the gentlest way to say it is we would like to pursue a little chocolate for our vanilla and caramel family.&lt;br /&gt;(Seeking God's further guidance on this is also why I haven't posted a lot lately-not for lack of things to say.  I didn't want to spill the beans too soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After original post update:  Got a call back tonight after my post from a foster/adoption agency for a call that I placed last week.  God works in mysterious ways!  Praying for faith in God's ways...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-3332642284501263705?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/3332642284501263705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/were-pregnant.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/3332642284501263705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/3332642284501263705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/were-pregnant.html' title='We&apos;re Pregnant!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-7438854723800772588</id><published>2010-08-04T14:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T14:21:32.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Homeschool or not!</title><content type='html'>With all that is in me I want to teach my children and for us to enjoy learning, BUT that has not happened!  (at least not as much as my ideal- think of a Norman Rockwell picture with the mother sitting serenely with a couple children on her lap reading a book)  So where am I left?  To homeschool or not?!  When I think of the days ahead and the battles that will be fought over math, English, etc., I cringe.  But when I can think past the immediate discomfort to the solid footing and the logic and reasoning I am imparting, maybe we can battle through!?  It would be so easy to hand off the chore of teaching to those who actually get paid to do it, but how much of God's money am I willing to impart to them in order for them to not care about my children as deeply as I do?  What disrespect (respect is big at our house) am I willing to succumb my children to so that I can be more comfortable?  What are we going to have to give up because of the rigid schedule of "going" to school?  Is it worth it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I press on in this journey of homeschooling.  I am NOT using a curriculum with lessons plans this year, so I get to make my own! (YIKES!)  We are going to be fitting in 2 sessions of occupational therapy at home, 2 sessions of speech therapy at home, 2 sessions of speech therapy at the deaf ed school, 1 session of language development at home and 1 counseling session each week along with 6th grade, 4th grade, 2 in K and 1 preschooler!  Yahooooooo!!!  Let the fun begin! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really think I can do this?  NOPE.  Not even in a million years.  But, WITH GOD ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know homeschooling isn't for everyone, but it's a conscious choice that we have made as we feel it is the best for our family.  Not an easy choice, but well worth the return.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-7438854723800772588?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/7438854723800772588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-homeschool-or-not.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/7438854723800772588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/7438854723800772588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-homeschool-or-not.html' title='To Homeschool or not!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-759303486686159765</id><published>2010-08-01T21:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:16:31.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Orphaned?</title><content type='html'>Today I was thinking about John 14:18, a verse concerning orphans-ie. children that need to be adopted.   Then God opened my closed minded thinking.  What is an orphan?  Can anyone be an orphan?  Then I found John 14:18 in a different version!  (1st half of verse is from the Amplified Bible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I will not leave you as orphans [comfortless, desolate,  bereaved, forlorn, helpless]; I will come to you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times does the world weigh down and we're left feeling desolate, forlorn, helpless, abandoned?  But God sees us in our time of distress and He has not left us!  Whether we are an orphan physically or spiritually, from abandonment, death, as a child or as an adult (or maybe we are just comfortless, delsolate, bereaved, forlorn, helpless).  GOD SEES!&lt;br /&gt;He will not leave us lying by the roadside.  He will scoop up our broken and battered hearts/bodies and be there for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been opening my eyes to the amount of people who are struggling (and I struggle sometimes too!).  May we turn our cares over to the one who can carry them better than us.  May peace abound in peaceless times, because of our trusting in HIM.  May strength for the week ahead seep into our bones as we know that HE is with us.  He has not left us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-759303486686159765?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/759303486686159765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/orphaned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/759303486686159765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/759303486686159765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/08/orphaned.html' title='Orphaned?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-2931805271717738163</id><published>2010-07-29T20:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T23:28:06.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So What Happens Friday?</title><content type='html'>So Saturday we (meaning ALL of us) went to a seminar on RAD- reactive attachment disorder.  The kids had fun playing and Mr. Incredible and I got a chance to listen to a psychologist and interact with others in our situation.  The main resources for the seminar were the books &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beyond Consequences, Logic and Control&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Primal Wound&lt;/span&gt;.  They even gave us copies of these books!  A lot of what was said came from BCLC.  I had started reading this book before (it's a kinda hard read though), but this was Mr. Incredible's first in-depth experience with it.  Anyway, they gave background, coping tips and general education for your responses to your child.  The major premise is that because of prenatal and perinatal trauma the children who suffer RAD haven't learned to regulate their bodies and that results in symptoms that present as ADHD and being  bipolar.  You either come from a place of love or fear.  Children with RAD come from a place of fear and their anger, fits, noncompliance, stubbornness, lack of empathy/sympathy, etc are because they are afraid.  (More details to come in another post.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Z had performances for his latest theatrical endeavors on Fri, Sat, and Sun.  (we missed church :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday the kids and I and Super P (our helper) went to a somewhat local science museum.  No one was lost, maimed or otherwise injured and a good time was had by all.  (You know you're one tough momma when a bed of nails feels relaxing :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was 2 appointments, exercise and 5 grocery store stops to get all the different items that were on the list! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we, Mr. Incredible, myself, the kids and Super P, all went to an amusement park!!!  We couldn't have done it without three adults- thank you sooooo much Super P! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday (today)- 2 appointments, but one didn't happen :/ (might be calling a boss), exercise, played with Ms. Carrie (counselor), a trip to the library, two stops for video game related "needs", and a stop for some free iced tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday- nothing!  ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!!!!!!  Yeah!!!  Mr. Z commented today how he just needed some time at home.  I wanted to shout "amen!", but instead calmly replied that Friday he would (watch him want to do something :))!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why does any of this matter?  Because we are broadening Elizabeth's little world a little by a little.  Her world has grown so much since the four walls of bars of her crib a mere 10 months and 15 days ago.  AND tonight she put two words together for the first time!  "night night, Daddy"  (I know your thinking that's three! DUH!  But the speech therapists count phrases like "night night" and "bye bye" as one word.)  Lest we forget Mr. M and his meltdowns... he only came really close twice on Wednesday, but he regained control!!!  God is working in his heart and mine.  How can going to museums and amusement parks be important?...  Well the Bible does talk about the joy of the Lord! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Those refillable "Seasonal" cups from certain amusement parks are not dishwasher safe.  I now know that!  "I'm meltiiiiing...." leaps to mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-2931805271717738163?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/2931805271717738163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-what-happens-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2931805271717738163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2931805271717738163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-what-happens-friday.html' title='So What Happens Friday?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-2755548941981804830</id><published>2010-07-21T22:07:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:17:01.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day</title><content type='html'>Monday and Tuesday went so well.  So we were bound for fallout, I guess, and it hit today.  BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;Too much to even tell.  Hitting, screaming, threats (and that wasn't even me!).  Whining, bed wetting, technical difficulties and a doctor's appointment to boot!  So glad that everyone is in bed finally.  Will talk to the counselor and maybe come up with new strategies. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;music selections reflect me trying to renew my sense of purpose, key word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note, ran across Elizabeth's referral  photos.  My she's becoming such a beautiful little girl. We are so blessed. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TEfADN5mwMI/AAAAAAAAAQs/U87SDe9XQaY/s1600/xinbei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TEfADN5mwMI/AAAAAAAAAQs/U87SDe9XQaY/s200/xinbei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496573031732396226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TEe6HWs-JgI/AAAAAAAAAQc/w7UdAqFV1E0/s1600/P1010149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TEe6HWs-JgI/AAAAAAAAAQc/w7UdAqFV1E0/s200/P1010149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496566505745032706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Referral photo- October 2008, Gotcha Day 9-14-09, On daddy's lap before surgery (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love the little hospital gown&lt;/span&gt;) December 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TEe8P_YPt1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/q6cY6Qw-SwA/s1600/095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TEe8P_YPt1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/q6cY6Qw-SwA/s200/095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496568853126166354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes on the music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More Like Falling in Love&lt;/span&gt;- "Give me rules, I'll break them.  Give me lines, I'll cross them." That describes one of our children so perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mighty to Save&lt;/span&gt;- "Everyone needs compassion, a love that's never failing, let mercy fall on me."  I need that mercy.  "Savior he can move a mountain, my God is mighty to save." We have mountains, invisible but HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Healing Begins&lt;/span&gt;- "There's freedom waiting in the sound when you let your walls fall down... This is where the healing begins".  My prayer is that walls fall down, healing begins and we can move past these behaviors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God Bless the Broken Road&lt;/span&gt;- I know that this is more for couples, but after the battles we have fought for Mr. M and how hard the road has been it is still so applicable.  "It's all part of this grander plan that is coming true"  God has a wonderful purpose for M's life and we have to fight for him to be set free so that he can move past all the junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is not a Fight&lt;/span&gt;- "Love is not a place to come and go as we please".  Adopted children already have suffered rejection once from their biological parents.  No matter how hard it gets, I need to be committed. &lt;br /&gt;I could keep going, needless to say each song speaks to some area of our life, specifically parenting and overcoming the challenges.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-2755548941981804830?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/2755548941981804830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/07/hump-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2755548941981804830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2755548941981804830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/07/hump-day.html' title='Hump Day'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TEfADN5mwMI/AAAAAAAAAQs/U87SDe9XQaY/s72-c/xinbei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-9025539022102761468</id><published>2010-07-20T23:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T23:20:41.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Good Deals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TEZ09DNzQxI/AAAAAAAAAQE/aZgkhtZeKc0/s1600/SDC11513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TEZ09DNzQxI/AAAAAAAAAQE/aZgkhtZeKc0/s200/SDC11513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496208987436303122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Sunday afternoon I went to Walgreens to snag some good deals before Mr. Incredible went out of town- it's always easier to shop without kids.  I did let Mr. Z tag along, though :)&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so here's what I got&lt;br /&gt;3- 2 packs of glue sticks&lt;br /&gt;3- packs of 15 count eraser caps&lt;br /&gt;3- 2 packs of erasers&lt;br /&gt;4- Colgate Total toothpaste (not pictured)&lt;br /&gt;4- Pampers wipes&lt;br /&gt;1- Crest Whitening Strips&lt;br /&gt;2- 400 sheets of multipurpose copier paper&lt;br /&gt;2- poly portfolios&lt;br /&gt;2- 2 packs of Pilot G2 pens&lt;br /&gt;1- 6 pack of Expo washable markers&lt;br /&gt;2- 3 ring poly binders&lt;br /&gt;4- Butterfingers&lt;br /&gt;5- 5 tab index dividers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this for $0.43!!!!  Yes, I used RR, but the toothpaste earned me a buck for each one I bought!  And now we have school supplies and chocolate!  Who could ask for more!  The paper alone was marked with a shelf price of $6.99 and had a sale price of $1.99.  I left with less RR than I walked in with, but I got things we could use!!!  Yeah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-9025539022102761468?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/9025539022102761468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/07/crazy-good-deals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/9025539022102761468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/9025539022102761468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/07/crazy-good-deals.html' title='Crazy Good Deals'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TEZ09DNzQxI/AAAAAAAAAQE/aZgkhtZeKc0/s72-c/SDC11513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-8106687529213267064</id><published>2010-07-19T09:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T10:04:56.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting Blessings</title><content type='html'>I've deduced that it was just an end of week crisis and though I didn't find the rainbow, He has given me the strength to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;Though, I am hoping that today is not a foretaste of what the week ahead holds.  Mr. Incredible leaves on business today :(, it's overcast and hard to get going and our helper texted in sick :(  But we are making the most of it and I'm going to go to Aqua Zumba!  It's either that or sit around watching movies barely able to keep my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note Elizabeth is stringing all sorts of sounds together, she's alternating feet when going up the stairs if your holding her hand and yesterday at church she was saying "Hi/Bye" to pretty much anyone she saw!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Incredible wanted to be a blessing before he left (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or maybe he just wanted clean, folded clothes:)&lt;/span&gt;) and he was the director of  Nazi Clothes Folding boot camp last night.  It was so cute to see Elizabeth running around "mopping" (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she decided that was her contribution&lt;/span&gt;) while Mr. M and Mr. T were working to match socks when I walked in from some shopping.   More on the shopping in another post!&lt;br /&gt;God is good all the time! (even when we don't "feel" it) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-8106687529213267064?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/8106687529213267064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/07/counting-blessings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/8106687529213267064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/8106687529213267064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/07/counting-blessings.html' title='Counting Blessings'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-5777107073120620248</id><published>2010-07-16T18:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T19:09:25.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!  I'm older than I feel!!</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's that I'm not looking forward to a week without Mr. Incredible...  maybe it's "spring" fever...  maybe it's just that it's been a busy week.  All I want to do is ditch my responsibilities and go DO something.  Clarification- do something that is NOT a doctor appointment, carting a kid somewhere or grocery shopping.  I'm thinking like a day at the beach by myself, a night out (I mean all night, not just a couple of hours).  I want to drive a convertible with the top down and the wind blowing through my hair, not a minivan with kids in the back yelling for me to shut the window...  Is this a mid-life crisis or end of week crisis?  Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Do I need a vacation?  Do we need a vacation? &lt;br /&gt;"Be content with what you have."  I guess I need to be content to be 30 something with the "social status" I have now attained- I am a homeschooling stay at home mom with one husband, one cat, four sons and one daughter a 4/2/2 house with a pool and fireplace and 2600 square feet to try to keep clean :/  Rainbow where are you?  I really need to see you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-5777107073120620248?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/5777107073120620248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/07/help-im-older-than-i-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/5777107073120620248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/5777107073120620248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/07/help-im-older-than-i-feel.html' title='Help!  I&apos;m older than I feel!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-5935236818829597912</id><published>2010-07-14T16:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T16:17:27.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Elizabeth!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TD4pBJfa_FI/AAAAAAAAAP8/yM30ujzcyeo/s1600/SDC11466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TD4pBJfa_FI/AAAAAAAAAP8/yM30ujzcyeo/s200/SDC11466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493873695142902866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is Elizabeth's THIRD birthday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It is also the 10 month mark of her gotcha day.&lt;br /&gt;My how time flies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-5935236818829597912?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/5935236818829597912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-elizabeth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/5935236818829597912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/5935236818829597912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-elizabeth.html' title='Happy Birthday, Elizabeth!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TD4pBJfa_FI/AAAAAAAAAP8/yM30ujzcyeo/s72-c/SDC11466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-9129597592266155412</id><published>2010-07-12T16:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T16:49:07.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Monday, Monday!</title><content type='html'>God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change and not the peace to not hurt the child who's yelling that they hate me.  Amen.&lt;br /&gt;Does that give away how our day has gone too much?!  In all truthfulness, we've actually had a good day and an exciting start to our week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Elizabeth had a follow up with the ENT.  Ear tubes are still in place and clean and clear.  Had to body hug her to keep her still while they suctioned the wax out of her tiny ear canals.  The PA did the work and when we walked out the room the doctor commented on her still so ever healthy lungs.  Why is it I get to do all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; things?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Mr. Z begins Big Bad Musical Rehearsals.  TONIGHT!!! And a parent has to be present for a meeting at 6pm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Mr. M is trying my patience.  Pottying in inappropriate places is at the top of the list.  Hitting brothers is next.  Screaming how he hates me is next.  Maybe that should be reversed, but my practical side is showing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Trying to line up pick ups for Mr. Z from rehearsal while Mr. Incredible is out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 CVS doesn't want to honor a two day expired ECB worth $3 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 My internet and computer are having some sort of warfare between each other and don't like to talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 Scheduled follow up Sono for the ovarian cyst I had last month- not something I'm looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 Need to find out when Ms. E's husbands funeral is so I can try to arrange child care and be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 More appointments, than the usual, all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 Need to prep for a swim party at our house on Saturday.  If I just say it will it come true? "Weeds I banish you!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-9129597592266155412?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/9129597592266155412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-monday-monday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/9129597592266155412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/9129597592266155412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-monday-monday.html' title='Oh, Monday, Monday!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-8069362748041996828</id><published>2010-07-11T14:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T14:36:05.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pray</title><content type='html'>Please lift up Miss Ellen in your prayers.  She's Elizabeth's language development therapist with the school district.  We had a call from her when we arrived home from church that her husband died this morning.  He had some minor heart surgery at the end of last week and apparently there were some complications.  She's making funeral arrangements tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that I would know how to minister to her as well.  Our friendship has blossomed over the last several months of her working with Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-8069362748041996828?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/8069362748041996828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/07/please-pray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/8069362748041996828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/8069362748041996828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/07/please-pray.html' title='Please Pray'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-2243818345320669216</id><published>2010-07-08T18:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T18:29:31.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Light</title><content type='html'>Proverbs 4:18-19 (the Message)&lt;br /&gt; The ways of  right-living people glow with light;&lt;br /&gt;   the longer they live, the  brighter they shine.&lt;br /&gt;But the road of wrongdoing gets darker and  darker—&lt;br /&gt;   travelers can't see a thing; they fall flat on their  faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to read a Proverbs a day.  Last night the 7th, I read 4, 5, 6 and 7 (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oops!! little behind!&lt;/span&gt;)  Anyway, the above struck me.  Am I glowing brighter or becoming darker?  Am I reflecting God's presence in our lives or am I letting the storm clouds show on my face?  I feel like a keep falling flat on my face, but is it because I can't see or am I just desperate for God to intervene and touch the hearts of my children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. M has had a hard week.  Change especially for children is hard to begin with, but add PDD and RAD on top of that and it's REALLY hard. &lt;br /&gt;As I was starting to get dinner ready (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and dreading bath time&lt;/span&gt;), I remembered the words of Deut. 31- (paraphrase) He won't leave me, He won't forsake me, He goes with me, Be strong and courageous.  Maybe my courageous is not the climbing sheer cliffs without a safety rope kind of adrenaline pumping experience that most envision.  Maybe it's just the everyday doing the right thing and guiding Mr. M in that better path (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;along with the others&lt;/span&gt; :))  Being a light to my family and showing love and kindness even in the hard times.  Will the world be a better place if I successfully climb a cliff?  Most likely not.  Will the world be a better place if I can send five loving, giving, honorable, trustworthy and steadfast young adults into it?  Maybe it will, just maybe. &lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'll keep plodding on shining light on the darkness that tries to invade.  And tonight maybe we just might skip baths, just maybe :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-2243818345320669216?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/2243818345320669216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/07/light.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2243818345320669216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2243818345320669216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/07/light.html' title='Light'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-2295918902547080020</id><published>2010-07-07T19:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T19:48:54.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change...</title><content type='html'>This week is one for the record books.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Incredible started the week out of town and is out again for two days.&lt;br /&gt;We have a new helper. BIG CHANGE&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to go to the gym in the morning because of childcare closing right after class at night and wanting to have "family time" in the evenings.  BIG CHANGE&lt;br /&gt;What else...hmmm... Mr. M's OT who's expecting was unable to make our appointment due to having some pains, no baby yet that I know of, but Mr. M was very unsettled by the appointment being canceled.&lt;br /&gt;Any change to his routine causes issues.  Hmm, no wonder he's been A BEAR yesterday and today!!!  More to love, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a change for the better!  Elizabeth is now alternating legs when going up stairs!!!  Yeah!!!  Also, if you say a word and then tell her to say it she will, if it's a new word, but she won't do it again :/  Hey, at least she is trying it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given a compliment today of, "How can she do that all day?!  She would make a great teacher."  I really wanted to say, "Why thank you, I already am!"  But didn't want to risk offense :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes to show that the Lord prepares us for our job, even when we feel like we are the shortest, scrawniest, most nerdy candidate.  He calls us out and into GREATNESS.   He can take failures, shortcomings and misgivings and use them to make something BEAUTIFUL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-2295918902547080020?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/2295918902547080020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/07/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2295918902547080020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/2295918902547080020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/07/change.html' title='Change...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-7714746260714923502</id><published>2010-07-04T12:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T12:56:32.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being the Boss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TDDIXfZOt-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/0kaaCWxcmxw/s1600/SDC11460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TDDIXfZOt-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/0kaaCWxcmxw/s200/SDC11460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490108251654502370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't they so cute?!  Mr. M and Mr. T have taken to getting all decked  out for church.  Gotta impress the ladies sometime I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get to church today with Mr. Incredible still out of town and I didn't actually leave any children there! (almost forgot Elizabeth in the nursery, but I didn't!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Our pastor spoke on the power of those in authority. The main point in summary is that, "When I treat those under my authority with dignity and kindness they cooperate and I succeed."  But in getting to the summary he addressed how people need to have hope (among many other things), but it was his statements concerning hope that hit me hard. &lt;br /&gt;Mr. M has been a challenge for so many years now and he's only six!  Yesterday, he only succeeded in bathing a couple of body parts during bath.  He stole food last night while the babysitter was trying to get Elizabeth to sleep.  (I had gone to Mr. Z's final performance of Tales of the Wild West) This morning he called Mr. T stupid.  He's hit and kicked Mr. J.  He's been beligerant to me while we were trying to leave church and that's just the highlights of the last 18 hours!  I know he's missing his Daddy, we all are at this point...&lt;br /&gt;During the sermon what I realized is I've lost hope, or nearly have.  I say I know he can become a productive member of society, but I'm really just not wanting him to be some homicidal maniac.  I want him to go to college and be all that he can, but I'm having a hard time believing that he can even hold a steady job at this point.  I know God placed him in our home and I know that there is good that will come, but I'm crying as I write because I am just sooooo tired of the constant battles!  Do I need to step up my game as a mom?  How can I do more?!  Seriously!!!  In God I know there is a well of strength and wisdom and hope.  Anybody got a rope and bucket or better yet a pump?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-7714746260714923502?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/7714746260714923502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/07/being-boss.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/7714746260714923502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/7714746260714923502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/07/being-boss.html' title='Being the Boss'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TDDIXfZOt-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/0kaaCWxcmxw/s72-c/SDC11460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-8844597783649937688</id><published>2010-07-01T18:15:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T19:52:31.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Savings</title><content type='html'>I spent 4.5 hours cutting the coupons and doing the shopping, but there were also interruptions from kids, does that shave some time off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why have I started extreme couponing?  Because I want extreme savings.  If I can NOT spend money 0n the things that I don't have to or if I can make up a gift basket from the things that I accumulate or even give to local shelters, than I can use the money saved to do something good, give someone a gift without spending a lot of money or bless those who are having a hard time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TC0n4x3wnvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/1rG4y6AVpBg/s1600/SDC11457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TC0n4x3wnvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/1rG4y6AVpBg/s200/SDC11457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489087377247870706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spent $2.01 in cash at Walgreens and have $42 RR.  I used coupons, more coupons and $32 in previous in RR.  My total savings were $111.87.  What I got:&lt;br /&gt;3- 4 packs of a diet drink&lt;br /&gt;3- boxes of tampons&lt;br /&gt;3- boxes of Huggies wipes&lt;br /&gt;2- Crest toothpastes&lt;br /&gt;4- Sure deoderant&lt;br /&gt;4- Curad bandages&lt;br /&gt;11- jellos&lt;br /&gt;4- 4 packs of razors&lt;br /&gt;1- double pack of toothbrushes and 2 single toothbrushes&lt;br /&gt;                                       1- Edge shave gel&lt;br /&gt;                                       1- Skintimate shave gel&lt;br /&gt;                                       1- Wet Ones canister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TC0qERAjWSI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ggu8cDGKsxU/s1600/SDC11458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TC0qERAjWSI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ggu8cDGKsxU/s200/SDC11458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489089773608065314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At CVS the few cents I didn't have coupons and ECB to cover I used a gift card (from filling a prescription) to pay for!  God knew I was running short on Advil!  The 4 packs of $3.79 pads I got totally free, I made $0.50 on the Pantene and used that to help offset the cost of the Advil which after coupons, the overage from the Pantene and $1 ECB you got cost $0.99 each!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is YIPEEEEEE!  God is good, even in the small things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-8844597783649937688?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/8844597783649937688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/07/wednesday-savings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/8844597783649937688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/8844597783649937688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/07/wednesday-savings.html' title='Wednesday Savings'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/TC0n4x3wnvI/AAAAAAAAAPk/1rG4y6AVpBg/s72-c/SDC11457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-7861128989877952151</id><published>2010-06-29T14:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T14:49:12.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, Out of the Box</title><content type='html'>You know God is stretching you when things you don't expect start piling up and up and up.&lt;br /&gt;When it rains it pours... To everything there is a season...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well six months (I believe to the day) of losing one dog, we have lost another (and we only had two to begin with!).  Samson had to find a new home today.  There have been issues over him leaving our backyard, and I'm not too thrilled about the puncture marks in our leather sofa from his claws, but we had the last straw yesterday and he had to go.  It had been coming, but we have had so much changing in our lives lately and Mr. M's need for stability....  God knows.  God sees.  God is in control.  I just need to keep trusting.  As I was driving to pick up Mr. Z from a day camp, a song came on the radio, I didn't "Shazam" it with my iphone so I don't know the title, but the artist sang of God being in control and knowing and caring.  Just what I needed to hear at just the right moment.  It's amazing that days before when the station's music manager was selecting songs and play order God was directing him and I would be in the van at exactly the right time to hear exactly what I need in order to not have a total breakdown over the dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to the flowers that this season of storms is going to produce.  I pray that Mr. Incredible's travel will yield fruit and not be wasted.  I pray that God's provision for our family is sustaining and His hand of protection spread far.  I pray that the kids aren't scarred for life after all this dog drama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storms in life produce the rainbows!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-7861128989877952151?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/7861128989877952151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-out-of-box.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/7861128989877952151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/7861128989877952151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-out-of-box.html' title='Life, Out of the Box'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-3373143574152285547</id><published>2010-06-17T18:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T19:22:48.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving It Up</title><content type='html'>I have worked for a couple hours each day this week sorting through my procrastination piles- clothes, paperwork, stuff, etc.  Last night while I waited for Mr. Incredible to get home I tackled the computer counter.  It's amazing there really still is a white counter under all that paperwork and those items of "what does this belong to?".  I would love to say that I got all the paperwork sorted and put up and, and, and... Nope it's now on the bench by the backdoor, but I did work on sorting!  I even threw away some!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Mr. Incredible's "we may need it someday" philosophy has had an effect on me.  I have two file drawers filled with Mr. Z's and Mr. J's early artwork and other things they have done over the years.  As a homeschooler you want to keep some things to show proof of what you have done, but when is enough enough?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my kids to know how much I cherish them and that is of course reflected in all the little do da's they create and I keep, right? Wrong!  I have become a slave to Sunday School papers and crafts, school projects, that "I made this for you", "this is their first ___", etc.!!!  My children aren't going to think that I'm a great mom because I saved every memento from their childhood if I can't have the decency to look them in the eye when they are asking me something.  I can't make myself a perfect mom by scrapbooking the right way with the "right" things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last four days have made me take stock that I still want to be the perfect mom.  I sadly thought that I was over this, but the piles of recital programs, AWANA do da's, certificate of completion of the summer reading with attached lists of what they've read have made me see that I want to at least somehow make my crazy and chaotic life appear normal and perfect even if it is only in a scrapbook or some keepsake box.  But I am only bringing chaos and more things to clean when these items turn into piles and the piles cause guilt and the guilt makes me feel like I am a failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God never gives us more than we can bear, but what burdens (or activities) have you brought on yourself and are saying that God gave you?  I once heard this story of a woman who was at the bottom of a hill with an empty wheelbarrow.  She prayed that God would give her a purpose, so God told her to pick up the rock next to the wheelbarrow and take it up to the top of the hill.  So she picked up the rock and started up the hill.  She hadn't gone very far when she saw another rock and thought, "I'll take this one up too".  As she kept going up the mountain she kept picking up rocks, small ones and big ones, and her load kept getting heavier and heavier.  Straining with each step as she pushed her heavy laiden load ehe called out to God to help her to make it to the top of the hill.  She told God that He had given her to much of a load.  God in his infinite wisdom responded, "I only gave you one rock, you took the rest on yourself".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, that I can give up all the rocks that I've piled on.  God doesn't want perfection from me (or anyone).  He knew I(we) couldn't be perfect and that is why He sent His son to die for my(our) imperfections.  God only wants me to be more like HIM- loving, patient, gentle, kind, self-less, giving...  That's probably a big enough rock right there ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-3373143574152285547?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/3373143574152285547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/06/giving-it-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/3373143574152285547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/3373143574152285547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/06/giving-it-up.html' title='Giving It Up'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-9080652595168902487</id><published>2010-06-16T17:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T18:46:35.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Summer!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the conclusion of two weeks of VBS.  Last week our  church had it's VBS week.  They did a High Seas program and I worked in the Galley preparing snacks, yum!  I had to work in order for all our kids to go.  Elizabeth's teachers loved her of course.&lt;br /&gt;This week a very close to home church is having their VBS and they take the oldest four without me having to work!!!!  I have been able to get so much done!  Unfortunately they don't have it on Friday...  I have been able to tackle the procrastination piles that have piled up since we adopted Elizabeth while the boys have been there.  Just the computer counter and the guest bedroom left...um, don't think that all that can happen tomorrow, but we'll see! &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Incredible left the house at 4:30 this morning for a day in Denver and will be home sometime after midnight tonight- what a day for him!  We all missed seeing him this morning and I know bedtime is going to be another stressor. &lt;br /&gt;People comment to me how much Elizabeth is changing and growing.  I can remember what she was like when we got her, and she isn't anything like that now, usually.  But I just don't "see" the monthly progress that ECI is saying.  I guess because it just happens so gradually, but at least it is happening!&lt;br /&gt;I've done something a little crazy twice now- gone and looked at houses for sale!!!!  I don't want to move, but if we could get a bigger house with a bigger yard....  The realtor is so sweet, she sold us this house now almost eight years ago.  My times have changed- biggest thing we only had two kids then!   Either I was having some sort of moment or God is working on me, because when she asked how many kids we had I said, "Five, four boys and two girls."  I didn't say this just once, but several times!  I knew I was saying it wrong, but couldn't for the life of me say it "right"!  I had mentioned to Mr. I several times that if we wanted to adopt again maybe we should start again, but he's put me off and I haven't really felt God calling us to a certain country or anything.  Then day before yesterday was one of "those" days and I said we were done as far as I was concerned.  So I couldn't believe when less than 24 hours later it really seemed like God was controlling my tongue and I was talking about another girl!!!  Wait and see for the Lord is good, His mercy endures forever.&lt;br /&gt;Last week we began a Financial Peace class, not that we have financial chaos, but it's at a really cool place for the kids to play and they play FREE so the course is just a bonus!  We are most interested in college and retirement, but after the houses I looked at yesterday, if we want anything that remotely meets our criteria and space needs we will have to shell out many pretty pennies.  I saw what not so many pretty pennies and cramped space buys yesterday- YIKES!!!  We could always build on our land, but wanting to be debt free and building a new house don't go hand in hand.  Hmmm, more of that waiting...&lt;br /&gt;But God continues to be faithful.  Mr. J's busted head didn't require a visit to ER or the doctor or stitches.  Mr. M hasn't thrown any dog poop into the pool this summer.  Found out that Mr. M has been getting gluten on Sundays at church for the last month- that explains A LOT.  Mr. Z gets to participate in a play camp.  Elizabeth doesn't drag her foot quite so much- I look like an idiot high stepping next to my two year old, but pride went out the window three kids ago :)  Just to find a helper, the right helper.  Anybody, anybody???!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-9080652595168902487?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/9080652595168902487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/06/ah-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/9080652595168902487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/9080652595168902487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/06/ah-summer.html' title='Ah, Summer!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-148132465124362288</id><published>2010-06-08T07:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T08:05:15.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Health Update</title><content type='html'>Well I apparently suffered a ruptured hemoragic ovarian cyst.  Without doing a laproscopic scope -it's a probably, but a fairly high probably given my symptoms and their presentation and then abatement.  I got to spend all day in ER then have an overnight stay up in postpartum.  That was a weird experience - I had always had a baby before when I was on that floor.  My symptoms had been EXTREME pain followed by a "pop", abdominal tenderness and swelling.  It was the last two after the pain and the pop that made me worried.  Apparently if I had been male and with those symptoms I would have gone straight to surgery.  The first thoughts were appendicitis, diverticulitis, and then finally "female trouble".  Hopefully, I won't have to EVER repeat that experience again.&lt;br /&gt;Lest our life become boring Mr. J gave himself a 5mm gash on the top of his head Sunday night.  The blood was gushing and my first thought was another trip to ER!!!!  But fortunately he got a goose egg, his eyes were responsive, he wasn't dizzy, didn't get a headache and the gash was small enough to not require stitches.  Maybe that incident might curb his jumping up on the counter to get something out of the cabinet. &lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up feeling the best I had in at least a week if not two and that's on five hours sleep and no coffee in days! &lt;br /&gt;We have VBS this week and after how I felt yesterday I wasn't sure how the week was going to go.  Of course Elizabeth's teachers think she's precious.  I have to agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-148132465124362288?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/148132465124362288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/06/health-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/148132465124362288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/148132465124362288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/06/health-update.html' title='Health Update'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-1492815510958165234</id><published>2010-06-04T17:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T17:00:32.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll never believe it</title><content type='html'>I awoke EARLY this morning in extreme pain and after spending all day in ER have earned the privelidge to spend the night.  Hope to go home in the am.  NOT the way I planned on spending my day!  But the kids are being well cared for and God remains faithful. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-1492815510958165234?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/1492815510958165234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/06/youll-never-believe-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/1492815510958165234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/1492815510958165234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/06/youll-never-believe-it.html' title='You&apos;ll never believe it'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-753571706294665699</id><published>2010-06-02T19:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T19:39:31.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming and Goings</title><content type='html'>I have been sooooo busy lately that I haven't had time to post!  Imagine that?! &lt;br /&gt;We just got back from a trip to my parents.  It was nice to sleep in and have someone to watch the kids.  It was great to stay up after the kids had gone to bed and play Upwords or Yuker.  But most of all it was great just to be away.  Away from all the busyness that consumes my days lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met with our school district and Elizabeth will continue with her language development services this summer and in the fall begin speech therapy twice a week in addition to the language.  So with Mr. M's appointments and Elizabeth's we will have 8 weekly appointments not including any lessons, etc. - 5 at home and 3 away.  I am truly trying to be thankful that my kids are getting needed help, but the thought of trying to fit everything in is overwhelming.  I had the insane thought of adding to our schedule our local homeschooling group's learning classes that meet once a week during the school year, actually a little less, however sign ups closed early because of being full.  We would have lost a whole day of being able to do school and appointments, due to class and mommy recovery- at least it was that way a couple of years ago when we did them.  I could try to get on the waiting list, hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Incredible was just promoted to a managing position at his place of employment.  He has been with the company for over 13 years.  Hard to believe so much time has gone by.  I am looking forward to possibly less travel for him.  That would be NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our summer session of schooling is getting off to a slow start.  There's some things that I am hoping to focus on this summer.  I hope and pray it happens.  Give us a leaping jump on next year or maybe it's ending this year with a bang. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our helper has found a job for the fall, so if you know us personally and know of a young lady (over 18, State requirement) that would like to work in our home with our family for 23 hours a week, PLEASE email me or leave a comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to have some wonderfully encouraging words, but alas I am at one of those points of hour by hour and minute by minute praying for strength and wisdom from the Almighty.  I know He gives wisdom to those lacking (&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Proverbs+2:5-7&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Prov. 2:6&lt;/a&gt;)and strength to the weary  (&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah+40:29&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Is. 40:29&lt;/a&gt;)and He has a season for everything (&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ecclesiastes+3:1-3&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Ecc. 3:1&lt;/a&gt;).  May I be willing to listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/966171860453873900-753571706294665699?l=elizabethssong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/feeds/753571706294665699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/06/coming-and-goings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/753571706294665699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/966171860453873900/posts/default/753571706294665699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizabethssong.blogspot.com/2010/06/coming-and-goings.html' title='Coming and Goings'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05592483705893932688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uGI2WPiDiDo/SkZMI-a96bI/AAAAAAAAABk/ziHFleuk4Tg/S220/DSC09633.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966171860453873900.post-2706136520044790003</id><published>2010-05-25T16:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T16:39:11.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Diligent</title><content type='html'>It seems like lately I have to keep reminding myself of that.  It would be so easy to say, we have___ going on so it's okay if I skip out on___.  Some of that is okay of course, but using that continually sets a bad example for me and for the kids.  I have been trying to figure out our fall schedule and and what to put in/take out/reschedule, etc..  It gives me almost a panic attack when I try and think of having eight weekly appointments- five at the house and three elsewhere, seriously schooling four and getting enough time to work with Elizabeth on her language and that's not adding anything like piano (Mr. Z and Mr. J have been taking for two years already) or gymnastics (something I think could really help Mr. M).  I would love to do homeschooling co-op classes, but that would mean fitting school into four days a week, and all appointments would have to be on non-class days because I remember them tiring me out when we did them a couple years ago.  Hmmm.  Maybe being diligent at this point just means not adding anything more than we have to, even though I may want to.  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