<?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-4178475540205180708</id><updated>2012-01-30T16:23:38.345-05:00</updated><category term='Make A Wish'/><category term='Laura'/><category term='Christmas2010'/><title type='text'>Beyond the Horizon</title><subtitle type='html'>"Pure and undefiled religion in the sight of our God and Father is this:  to visit orphans and widows in their distress, and to keep oneself unstained by the world."  James 1:27</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>548</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-4869364167667078542</id><published>2012-01-30T16:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T16:23:38.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're goin' to the zoo, zoo, zoo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was back to school for the rest of us. We decided to take an academic break for the month of January because we had a couple things we needed to do...like move!  However, I won't say that we weren't "in-school" because that's one thing I love about homeschool.  Every day is still a learning experience, even when we're not sitting in front of our books.  The kids learned a great deal about moving, packing and unpacking, finding their way around a new town, organizing a new home, and had time to serve others with donations and meals.  So much in just a few short weeks!  But...we also missed our routine.  Over the weekend, we dug our books out of boxes, and I put together our plans for the next couple weeks.  And wouldn't you know it...the weather turned out beautiful enough on day 1 to take a field trip??&lt;br /&gt;How can we not get outside when the temperature is going to reach 60 degrees???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the zoo we went!  Bonus: free entry!&lt;br /&gt;We started in Africa, and the lions were enjoying the sun, too.  The male and female were hanging out on this rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YKUFlEMFU3g/TycHdhlKEOI/AAAAAAAAEOc/RPScBUC2K5M/s1600/jan12%2B043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YKUFlEMFU3g/TycHdhlKEOI/AAAAAAAAEOc/RPScBUC2K5M/s320/jan12%2B043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703535656899842274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hmMIDlu6oEQ/TycHd35UNtI/AAAAAAAAEOo/6VnHG_OHdUk/s1600/jan12%2B038.JPG"&gt;The Rhinos were out, too, and very active.  We laughed because whenever we moved around this area, they seemed to follow us!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hmMIDlu6oEQ/TycHd35UNtI/AAAAAAAAEOo/6VnHG_OHdUk/s1600/jan12%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hmMIDlu6oEQ/TycHd35UNtI/AAAAAAAAEOo/6VnHG_OHdUk/s320/jan12%2B038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703535662889973458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look how close this snake was to Jenna!  Yes, he was behind glass, but still...these boas were HUGE and moving around a lot!  We could hear someone working in a room next to their cage.  Maybe it was close to feeding time because one boa climbed the tree, put his head very close to the door, and kept sticking out his tongue.  I can't imagine having to feed those creatures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H36MpSY8OQw/TycHch-RgSI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/zvnT_c4hjmA/s1600/jan12%2B044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H36MpSY8OQw/TycHch-RgSI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/zvnT_c4hjmA/s320/jan12%2B044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703535639825318178" border="0" /&gt;Climbing on the statues is always a highlight.  I don't think they ever get too big for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mYZCxAz3IFA/TycHcTnCAyI/AAAAAAAAEOE/nqgubdCht4U/s1600/jan12%2B050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mYZCxAz3IFA/TycHcTnCAyI/AAAAAAAAEOE/nqgubdCht4U/s320/jan12%2B050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703535635969737506" border="0" /&gt;When we first arrived, the temps. were still a bit chilly, so we were thankful for the warm, indoor displays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XDKdgQBsPjI/TycHeGIbONI/AAAAAAAAEO0/yOtwlXgTf70/s1600/jan12%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XDKdgQBsPjI/TycHeGIbONI/AAAAAAAAEO0/yOtwlXgTf70/s320/jan12%2B036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703535666711443666" border="0" /&gt;OK...back to finishing bookwork this afternoon.  But...it is sunny and 60 degrees outside...&lt;/a&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/4178475540205180708-4869364167667078542?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/4869364167667078542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=4869364167667078542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4869364167667078542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4869364167667078542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2012/01/were-goin-to-zoo-zoo-zoo.html' title='We&apos;re goin&apos; to the zoo, zoo, zoo...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YKUFlEMFU3g/TycHdhlKEOI/AAAAAAAAEOc/RPScBUC2K5M/s72-c/jan12%2B043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-4678617111411647395</id><published>2012-01-30T14:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T16:07:07.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had visitors this weekend!  Both sets of grandparents drove down to see our new home and to celebrate Jenna's birthday.  Can you tell the kids were thrilled they were here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m3wrO_GLJrk/TybvERJ9kjI/AAAAAAAAENs/GBJgd91psPM/s1600/jan12%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m3wrO_GLJrk/TybvERJ9kjI/AAAAAAAAENs/GBJgd91psPM/s320/jan12%2B002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703508834715013682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our niece surprised us and visited, too!  There were some intense Uno games. :)&lt;br /&gt;We also heard "Coley, play with me!  Coley, sit by me!" all weekend!&lt;br /&gt;I think they like her!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OoARekIt_Vk/TybvDmWimSI/AAAAAAAAENU/wbVlnTJM1as/s1600/jan12%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OoARekIt_Vk/TybvDmWimSI/AAAAAAAAENU/wbVlnTJM1as/s320/jan12%2B032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703508823225047330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna loved opening her presents.  I hope she knows that this is the end of the line for birthday presents this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DlBQ0FoArhI/TycFseJfMYI/AAAAAAAAEN4/cj1IEi_SbBk/s1600/jan12%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DlBQ0FoArhI/TycFseJfMYI/AAAAAAAAEN4/cj1IEi_SbBk/s320/jan12%2B020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703533714653262210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laura loved the ribbons.  Always a favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wTwzgfyqPqo/TybuU01lDnI/AAAAAAAAENI/We5dhj6LMLU/s1600/jan12%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wTwzgfyqPqo/TybuU01lDnI/AAAAAAAAENI/We5dhj6LMLU/s320/jan12%2B012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703508019659476594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After they left on Sunday, Jacob made popsicles for us with this new handy-dandy popsicle maker.  Just pour in juice, and watch them freeze in about 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrQF2n6LcM4/TybuUpsJTmI/AAAAAAAAEM8/HRMqZNcmR8E/s1600/jan12%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrQF2n6LcM4/TybuUpsJTmI/AAAAAAAAEM8/HRMqZNcmR8E/s320/jan12%2B033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703508016667119202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrQF2n6LcM4/TybuUpsJTmI/AAAAAAAAEM8/HRMqZNcmR8E/s1600/jan12%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We had grape...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrQF2n6LcM4/TybuUpsJTmI/AAAAAAAAEM8/HRMqZNcmR8E/s1600/jan12%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HuFbcHtvMoo/TybuUKjL87I/AAAAAAAAEMw/h3RiePanmfA/s1600/jan12%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HuFbcHtvMoo/TybuUKjL87I/AAAAAAAAEMw/h3RiePanmfA/s320/jan12%2B034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703508008308044722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HuFbcHtvMoo/TybuUKjL87I/AAAAAAAAEMw/h3RiePanmfA/s1600/jan12%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and cherry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pA7N3jmb7dQ/TybuT4r5eGI/AAAAAAAAEMk/btwqKGRILos/s1600/jan12%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pA7N3jmb7dQ/TybuT4r5eGI/AAAAAAAAEMk/btwqKGRILos/s320/jan12%2B035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703508003512744034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They were yummy.  And so ended another fun weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/4178475540205180708-4678617111411647395?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/4678617111411647395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=4678617111411647395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4678617111411647395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4678617111411647395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-weekend.html' title='Our Weekend'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m3wrO_GLJrk/TybvERJ9kjI/AAAAAAAAENs/GBJgd91psPM/s72-c/jan12%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-427577898585583410</id><published>2012-01-28T08:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T08:23:51.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful earrings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here they are...photos of Jenna getting her ears pierced on her birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last summer, she saw my stash of earrings and wanted to have earrings, too. I thought I'd delay it by telling her "how about when you're 5?" thinking she may forget. Ummm...no. She has been reminding everyone ever since then, that when she's 5, she's getting her ears pierced. Lesson learned...she doesn't forget!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here she is, up in the big, tall chair, ready to go! I had taken her to the store a week earlier to show her what it was all about. The gal even pierced the bear's ear so she could see how it happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d9-YgLII7R8/TyP1Q_7f-LI/AAAAAAAAEMY/2sRVAwy6vZA/s1600/jennasears3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702671225568884914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d9-YgLII7R8/TyP1Q_7f-LI/AAAAAAAAEMY/2sRVAwy6vZA/s320/jennasears3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was a brief moment of fear when both gals came up to her with their little machines, but then in an instant, it was done. It startled her, enough to almost tear-up, but I had gum in my pocket and it was all smiles from there! She chose pretty, pink flowers. She's actually smiling here...just with a mouth full of gum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q70j01V818c/TyP1QukDm8I/AAAAAAAAEMI/6zi_IHXXXz0/s1600/jennasears2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702671220907154370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q70j01V818c/TyP1QukDm8I/AAAAAAAAEMI/6zi_IHXXXz0/s320/jennasears2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Feeling very special and even more like a princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XOUxfVb0nPc/TyP1Qnr3YyI/AAAAAAAAEMA/r4BXHEBHcVQ/s1600/jenna%2527sears.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702671219060859682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XOUxfVb0nPc/TyP1Qnr3YyI/AAAAAAAAEMA/r4BXHEBHcVQ/s320/jenna%2527sears.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-427577898585583410?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/427577898585583410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=427577898585583410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/427577898585583410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/427577898585583410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2012/01/beautiful-earrings.html' title='Beautiful earrings'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d9-YgLII7R8/TyP1Q_7f-LI/AAAAAAAAEMY/2sRVAwy6vZA/s72-c/jennasears3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-7361323775842334701</id><published>2012-01-26T21:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T22:44:07.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Her First Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last year on Jenna's birthday, we were still in China. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We celebrated, but heaven knows there was so much going on that it probably didn't really mean a whole lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But this year...what a difference! She waited through all of our birthdays, friends' birthdays, cousins' birthdays, until finally it was her turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she knew for months what she wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But her first present was a surprise...a free meal from Bob Ev*ns restaurant...her favorite place aside from Chinese food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702144202566111202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AvhH0Au1rvs/TyIV8OQBj-I/AAAAAAAAELo/8SnkpcSQW3M/s320/jan12%2B002.JPG" /&gt; This morning we woke Jenna up by singing Happy Birthday to her. This was her reaction, and that smile did not leave her face all day. She was just one big smiling, squealing, thankful girl today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702144197572782402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BkbL9kYbk68/TyIV77phaUI/AAAAAAAAELc/X532b8ADEhs/s320/jan12%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, certain requests were made to make it the perfect birthday.&lt;br /&gt;She had to choose her prilly dress...&lt;br /&gt;have pancakes for breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702143753749179170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qOI_TAHOP94/TyIViGRuqyI/AAAAAAAAELQ/Jo07AcaoFNw/s320/jan12%2B004.JPG" /&gt; wear her hair in one piggy tail, tucked behind her ears, with some hair hanging down in back.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know...she's only 5...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702143735945520754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-76COzNklGw0/TyIVhD9AZnI/AAAAAAAAELE/PyGxiagj2Lg/s320/jan12%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was so excited to get a birthday card in the mail from a friend where we used to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702148890633751954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HQ_Np1TerqU/TyIaNGqczZI/AAAAAAAAEL0/b6CkH8n5rX0/s320/jan12%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she has been excited for months to get her ears pierced. Those pictures will come later...not sure why I can't get them off my phone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she requested Chinese food for dinner at a little take-out restaurant. Of course, the lady who helps run the place gave her a big hug, and a big bag of fortune cookies for her birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was home to open presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YEeges5DgY0/TyIVfwoSvzI/AAAAAAAAEKs/obQOOs-Tz3A/s1600/jan12%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702143713578499890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YEeges5DgY0/TyIVfwoSvzI/AAAAAAAAEKs/obQOOs-Tz3A/s320/jan12%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A huge hug for Char. He got her the best gift of all...pink gum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uAUbNJHgAFU/TyIVHQC4mVI/AAAAAAAAEKk/0JuJF9Oz7AI/s1600/jan12%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702143292514802002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uAUbNJHgAFU/TyIVHQC4mVI/AAAAAAAAEKk/0JuJF9Oz7AI/s320/jan12%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was also thrilled with the Strawberry Shortcake coloring book and box of pink tissues for her bedroom from her biggest brothers. The girl has a thing for tissues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Q0MDNb__I8/TyIVHI4Nd9I/AAAAAAAAEKU/K3YAHFjl3Mk/s1600/jan12%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702143290590984146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Q0MDNb__I8/TyIVHI4Nd9I/AAAAAAAAEKU/K3YAHFjl3Mk/s320/jan12%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is just plain funny...look at Laura! She's such a clown sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n4RUNkUuIkA/TyIVF-DkLoI/AAAAAAAAEKM/1GCNlnOYt58/s1600/jan12%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702143270505950850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n4RUNkUuIkA/TyIVF-DkLoI/AAAAAAAAEKM/1GCNlnOYt58/s320/jan12%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time for her birthday cake. Daddy lit the candles and then we waited to hear the big candle play Happy Birthday. We waited...and waited...until finally Jenna told us we were supposed to sing to her. Apparently we didn't twist the candle to the on position. We would have been waiting there all night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gIPLT6ufGbw/TyIVFu8gyuI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/BCb_n3IZhrU/s1600/jan12%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702143266449836770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gIPLT6ufGbw/TyIVFu8gyuI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/BCb_n3IZhrU/s320/jan12%2B025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then it wouldn't stop playing. Every time Jenna took a big breath to blow out the candles, it started playing again. She was laughing and laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qsFhX_P8LCI/TyIUgOJbY0I/AAAAAAAAEJs/bK90qfJfwng/s1600/jan12%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702142621990478658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qsFhX_P8LCI/TyIUgOJbY0I/AAAAAAAAEJs/bK90qfJfwng/s320/jan12%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our littlest princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xt0XcpfXmaY/TyIUf_lMUlI/AAAAAAAAEJg/PPRXcOd5D-Q/s1600/jan12%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702142618080399954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xt0XcpfXmaY/TyIUf_lMUlI/AAAAAAAAEJg/PPRXcOd5D-Q/s320/jan12%2B028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blow! Notice how no one ever jumps at the chance to eat that piece of cake the kids spit, I mean, blow all over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RU5D8DliqwY/TyIUen41BfI/AAAAAAAAEJU/YRE9rAaLMUs/s1600/jan12%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702142594540439026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RU5D8DliqwY/TyIUen41BfI/AAAAAAAAEJU/YRE9rAaLMUs/s320/jan12%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her little cheeks must have been sore when she went to bed. She was smiles all day long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--3WQXnBCibw/TyIUeV2qG3I/AAAAAAAAEJI/fQVpviIPC7I/s1600/jan12%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702142589699496818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--3WQXnBCibw/TyIUeV2qG3I/AAAAAAAAEJI/fQVpviIPC7I/s320/jan12%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy 5th birthday, Jenna Mei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are such a treasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-7361323775842334701?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/7361323775842334701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=7361323775842334701' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/7361323775842334701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/7361323775842334701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2012/01/her-first-birthday.html' title='Her First Birthday'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AvhH0Au1rvs/TyIV8OQBj-I/AAAAAAAAELo/8SnkpcSQW3M/s72-c/jan12%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-5306838774146339931</id><published>2012-01-22T17:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T18:30:04.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dinner's in the crockpot and I'm veggin' on the sofa. I'm toast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me recap the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laura started school on Tuesday. We drove her each morning...meaning all of us were up, dressed, fed, and out the door by 7:15. She rode the bus home, and seemed to enjoy the whole school experience. Three different companies came out to give us their take on reverse osmosis systems for drinking water. We drink a lot of water, and I want it as pure as we can get it...without spending a crazy amount. Addresses had to be changed, new checks ordered, library cards requested, phone and internet services explored and chosen, medical exams completed for school, medications located for Laura (she needs a specific med. from a specific pharm. co.), groceries purchased at new stores, Jenna's Gotcha day celebrated, and...here's the biggie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our household goods were delivered on Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All day long, 5 guys were hauling boxes into the house and piling them everywhere. Thankfully, boxes were labeled and usually ended up in the right room...but what a mess. And really, if you want to know just how much stuff you have, move. You'll be more than happy to purge once you see how many boxes you now have to unpack and find homes for everything in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids worked so hard that day, unpacking their bedrooms and putting everything in order. We got the kitchen underway, too. I felt muscles the next morning that I had forgotten I had...ouch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and did I mention that day the water company shut off our water to fix a broken main? Yes...5 men, 4 children, and me...with no water. That was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And since Wednesday, we've been unpacking, organizing, cleaning, searching for missing pieces, and deciding how much we don't need. We've also cleaned out Jamie's apartment that he had for a few months. And since we've been so busy with unpacking and settling, my cooking has gone out the window. We are definitely helping the economy here with our frequent restaurant visits. Oh, and our new favorite...Ste*k &amp;amp; Shake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was church, and then Jamie took the boys bowling. We need to rest a little before the week starts up again. Because there are more boxes to unpack, drivers' licences and plates to change, and life needs to get back to some kind of normal...including school. Just don't tell the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charlie, Charlie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was so excited to be sleeping in the bunk bed now, that he kept the moving guy company the whole time he was putting the bed together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I overheard this conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Char: Are you married?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;man: Uh, no, not yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Char: How old are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;man: Almost 30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pause...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Char: So, do you obey the Bible?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;man: Well, I try to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pause...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Char: Mom! This guy's strong like Samson!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cQmTBEfhNkY/TxyUp_Qp1KI/AAAAAAAAEI8/xrCBWqrX9r0/s1600/jan12%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700594677421036706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cQmTBEfhNkY/TxyUp_Qp1KI/AAAAAAAAEI8/xrCBWqrX9r0/s320/jan12%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paper, paper, everywhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zvrkIqtVd7o/TxyUo60g_jI/AAAAAAAAEIw/CjvUMno2_Xs/s1600/jan12%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700594659049406002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zvrkIqtVd7o/TxyUo60g_jI/AAAAAAAAEIw/CjvUMno2_Xs/s320/jan12%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys were helping me find a "lost" key that unlocked my china cabinet. Jamie found it later...labeled and in a special bag...in the cabinet drawer. Oops. Sorry, boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FqAi5PLvNec/TxyUouUnd8I/AAAAAAAAEIk/OtxTWXKDlCo/s1600/jan12%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700594655694387138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FqAi5PLvNec/TxyUouUnd8I/AAAAAAAAEIk/OtxTWXKDlCo/s320/jan12%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-5306838774146339931?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/5306838774146339931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=5306838774146339931' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5306838774146339931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5306838774146339931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2012/01/taking-breath.html' title='Taking a breath'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cQmTBEfhNkY/TxyUp_Qp1KI/AAAAAAAAEI8/xrCBWqrX9r0/s72-c/jan12%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-1199909342442372648</id><published>2012-01-17T15:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T16:06:38.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;for Laura, that is. We dropped her off Tuesday morning at 7:30 for her first big day at her new school. She had already met her teacher, (in photo), some of the aides and therapists, the principal, and the secretary. So, she was ready when we dropped her off. And since she was the first one in her classroom, she was able to start on the Ipad. I know she loved it. And her teacher wrote that she had a great first day, that she was very sweet, and that she was the errand-runner. So she got lots of PT walking to and from the office with notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_pL2A2T2KM0/TxXg_0pFGkI/AAAAAAAAEIY/1mh4aDH3qM8/s1600/laurabanner.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698708290574555714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_pL2A2T2KM0/TxXg_0pFGkI/AAAAAAAAEIY/1mh4aDH3qM8/s320/laurabanner.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And being the good mom that forgot her camera...twice...this is from my camera phone. Thank you to my hubby who knew I would need to upgrade my phone last year to one that does more than just call! &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/4178475540205180708-1199909342442372648?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/1199909342442372648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=1199909342442372648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/1199909342442372648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/1199909342442372648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_pL2A2T2KM0/TxXg_0pFGkI/AAAAAAAAEIY/1mh4aDH3qM8/s72-c/laurabanner.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-1158273983778734350</id><published>2012-01-17T12:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T13:08:43.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan. 17, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is Jenna's Gotcha Day. One year with our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up this morning with memories that actually made me feel stressed. Makes me wonder about the stress our kids feel for years after being handed over to strangers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing prepared us for how she transitioned that first night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had never experienced such utter anguish...for hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She wanted to go back to the orphanage. The only home and "family" she knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was our fourth adoption, and you would have thought we'd have anticipated this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But those rosy glasses were on again, and boy did they get thrown off in a hurry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Survival 101 for all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698657117225089522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XP62WoAahbY/TxWydJDz-fI/AAAAAAAAEIA/1M8kdtYaa5s/s320/China%2B2011%2B116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This sweet little face had many smiles in China. But we soon learned that many of those smiles were her way of searching out love...from anyone who would love her and give her what she needed. I think this picture captures what was in her heart and head not only in China, but for quite a while after she came home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dkINw04rtOE/TxWydgBAnGI/AAAAAAAAEIM/KGsmOCpoxNA/s1600/China%2B2011%2B177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698657123387350114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dkINw04rtOE/TxWydgBAnGI/AAAAAAAAEIM/KGsmOCpoxNA/s320/China%2B2011%2B177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our little princess now. Smiling...because she knows she's truly loved (and because she knows she's adorable and has THE most captivating smile). Smiling...because she knows she's one of God's princesses and beautifully made. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PZAIwvSsOYk/TxWycFoQvUI/AAAAAAAAEH0/na6ky1njKFs/s1600/dec2011%2B052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698657099124358466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PZAIwvSsOYk/TxWycFoQvUI/AAAAAAAAEH0/na6ky1njKFs/s320/dec2011%2B052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not all fun and games, and sometimes it's just plain hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanking God today for the family He gave us, the grace He shows when we goof up, and His love that keeps us all seeking to be more like Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NOSYfzWwhQ0/TxWybk51QBI/AAAAAAAAEHo/7A7vp5h7E8c/s1600/thanksgiving_-_Copy%255B1%255D.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698657090339684370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NOSYfzWwhQ0/TxWybk51QBI/AAAAAAAAEHo/7A7vp5h7E8c/s320/thanksgiving_-_Copy%255B1%255D.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy 1st Gotcha Day, Mei Mei. We love you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yet those who wait for the Lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;will gain new strength;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They will mount up with wings like eagles, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They will run and not get tired,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They will walk and not become weary."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isaiah 40:31&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-1158273983778734350?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/1158273983778734350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=1158273983778734350' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/1158273983778734350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/1158273983778734350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2012/01/jan-17-2011.html' title='Jan. 17, 2011'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XP62WoAahbY/TxWydJDz-fI/AAAAAAAAEIA/1M8kdtYaa5s/s72-c/China%2B2011%2B116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-8440918094185861178</id><published>2012-01-16T08:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T08:18:06.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first full week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We made it through our first week in our new hometown. Mostly, it has been very positive, though I'm wondering if we're on vacation-mode, and the move will really sink in once we're in our house. Being in the apartment is a tight squeeze, but makes it feel like a vacation condo...even with a little lake outside our windows. And we're not doing school this month, and we're eating out more than normal...yep...I think we're in vacation mode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But that's about to change. We closed on our house last Friday and were handed the keys to our new home. Jamie picked it out all by himself, minus me seeing a few photos online. He did such a great job. Here's a photo of my new kitchen. I LOVE it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5gW7UAQ1QSw/TxQgZKDguPI/AAAAAAAAEHc/X0nZH_Ugiiw/s1600/trailsidehomekitchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698215045098420466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5gW7UAQ1QSw/TxQgZKDguPI/AAAAAAAAEHc/X0nZH_Ugiiw/s320/trailsidehomekitchen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wednesday our furniture will be delivered. We've been measuring walls at the house so we know exactly where the movers should place everything. Some heavy pieces, like the piano, will not be relocated within the house by us later, so we want to be sure they're in the right place to begin with. Jamie had a cleaning lady come in and do a thorough cleaning for me so we could move right in. Yesterday, her husband and son came in and repainted the basement a neutral color. The previous owners had a weird "salmon" color down there. Like the painter said...definitely not a man-cave! They did an awesome job, and will definitely be on our list of callers when we need another paint job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, we visited another church. It was huge, and felt like we were at a performance. It was too big for our taste...good message and talented musicians...but we like the smaller, more intimate churches. But, we agreed that we would try several churches before settling into one...but I think I know where we'll end up already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-8440918094185861178?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/8440918094185861178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=8440918094185861178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/8440918094185861178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/8440918094185861178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-first-full-week.html' title='Our first full week'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5gW7UAQ1QSw/TxQgZKDguPI/AAAAAAAAEHc/X0nZH_Ugiiw/s72-c/trailsidehomekitchen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-7835292550402892248</id><published>2012-01-12T18:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T18:21:13.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what happens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;when two growing boys are cooped up in a small apartment for hours on end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People start getting hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P4SKd42gg94/Tw9qe0Wng4I/AAAAAAAAEHM/LIfEkIHM_HM/s1600/play5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696889131329094530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P4SKd42gg94/Tw9qe0Wng4I/AAAAAAAAEHM/LIfEkIHM_HM/s320/play5.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't believe their innocent faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DIyzoBgFLww/Tw9qetH3akI/AAAAAAAAEHE/z27YcUOjsD4/s1600/play6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696889129388173890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DIyzoBgFLww/Tw9qetH3akI/AAAAAAAAEHE/z27YcUOjsD4/s320/play6.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4178475540205180708-7835292550402892248?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/7835292550402892248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=7835292550402892248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/7835292550402892248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/7835292550402892248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-what-happens.html' title='This is what happens...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P4SKd42gg94/Tw9qe0Wng4I/AAAAAAAAEHM/LIfEkIHM_HM/s72-c/play5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-2613575254318415919</id><published>2012-01-11T17:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T17:56:02.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dr7mJQZqBw4/Tw4TVDv-oCI/AAAAAAAAEG4/6OPraJDbTkI/s1600/laura.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696511831174979618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dr7mJQZqBw4/Tw4TVDv-oCI/AAAAAAAAEG4/6OPraJDbTkI/s320/laura.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-2613575254318415919?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/2613575254318415919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=2613575254318415919' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/2613575254318415919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/2613575254318415919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2012/01/sweetness.html' title='Sweetness'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dr7mJQZqBw4/Tw4TVDv-oCI/AAAAAAAAEG4/6OPraJDbTkI/s72-c/laura.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-2638682063485779532</id><published>2012-01-10T20:44:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T13:54:58.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Warm Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like we've been rather spoiled this past week by the "welcoming committee" here in our new hometown. Goodness, people have been so friendly and hospitable to us...total strangers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday night we were invited to dinner at Pastor's house. And for those of you that have fed our family...7 is a big number to feed in addition to one's own family! But, we had a great time, the kids played well, the hostess and I chatted easily, and of course, it was great to not have to cook that night. Their diningroom table was just the right size to fit us all...all except the dads. They were MIA at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c8mVXsMFmvw/Tw3U5F4HHsI/AAAAAAAAEGs/4RCTAr9b4Vs/s1600/beddingfielddinner.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696443180988702402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c8mVXsMFmvw/Tw3U5F4HHsI/AAAAAAAAEGs/4RCTAr9b4Vs/s320/beddingfielddinner.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tuesday brought a fun day of playing with other homeschool families. Prior to moving, I joined a yahoo group for homeschoolers in this area. One of the moms organized a playdate at a local Rainbow playsystem dealership. For a minimal price, the kids could play on their display models for 4 hours. And play they did. They ran and ran so hard...poor Jacob's legs are actually hurting today. And you can see by the pictures...no one stood still long enough for a good picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Charlie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ukyam0B1MA/Tw3U46CSbwI/AAAAAAAAEGg/dg3l7jt56Qk/s1600/play1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696443177810161410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ukyam0B1MA/Tw3U46CSbwI/AAAAAAAAEGg/dg3l7jt56Qk/s320/play1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob is in yellow, his buddy in green, and Amarin in red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kNF4VLiThGQ/Tw3TQY3M9BI/AAAAAAAAEGU/lC6zIG_4zp4/s1600/play2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696441382198899730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kNF4VLiThGQ/Tw3TQY3M9BI/AAAAAAAAEGU/lC6zIG_4zp4/s320/play2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls were kind of still for me. This young lady took over as "mama" to my girls and took them all over the place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a_41vR-PSIs/Twzv08uNl4I/AAAAAAAAEF8/WRT3GQ_IwyI/s1600/play4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696191321649026946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a_41vR-PSIs/Twzv08uNl4I/AAAAAAAAEF8/WRT3GQ_IwyI/s320/play4.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the families had so much fun that we decided to do this twice per month. Great outlet for the winter months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-2638682063485779532?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/2638682063485779532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=2638682063485779532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/2638682063485779532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/2638682063485779532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2012/01/warm-welcome.html' title='A Warm Welcome'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c8mVXsMFmvw/Tw3U5F4HHsI/AAAAAAAAEGs/4RCTAr9b4Vs/s72-c/beddingfielddinner.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-4256425677400504351</id><published>2012-01-09T21:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T22:09:44.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In honor of a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laura helped someone today. We won't know who, but it doesn't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've had friends in the past that battled childhood cancer, and know someone going through it right now. How simple can this be for us to give up a few locks of hair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She cut off 8 inches of her hair so a child going through cancer treatments might have some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We read about this in the local news when we arrived Friday night, and were thrilled that she had JUST 8 inches to donate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here she is with Amanda...the sweet, patient gal who cut the ponies off her wiggly, bobbing-all-over-the-place noggin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695832401992909282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DMzfBRfNp7c/TwupZEzygeI/AAAAAAAAEFk/ODHgi0fVbiY/s320/laurahair4.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charlie and Jenna wanted an up-close look at what was going on with Laura's hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695832393985356834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bs3s6rOceFQ/TwupYm-o9CI/AAAAAAAAEFc/dWpJvnvGac0/s320/laurahair5.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ta-dah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xijS-pLgKM4/TwupZlZ18eI/AAAAAAAAEFw/tX1B7RCWynw/s1600/laurahair2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695832410742452706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xijS-pLgKM4/TwupZlZ18eI/AAAAAAAAEFw/tX1B7RCWynw/s320/laurahair2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to try shaping her hair...this girl can give stylists such a challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--3pI-Fo6pPE/TwupYNm825I/AAAAAAAAEFM/n_Cu37OOYlY/s1600/laurahair3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695832387175111570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--3pI-Fo6pPE/TwupYNm825I/AAAAAAAAEFM/n_Cu37OOYlY/s320/laurahair3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a cuddle for Amanda at the end of it all. The gals here were so sweet, and showed us around the salon which includes a private room for clients experiencing hair loss. They showed the kids some wigs so they knew what would happen with Laura's hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Laura does look adorable in her new little bob!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-agDqb5y2kog/TwupXw4f6kI/AAAAAAAAEFA/D7ch9ArKp-g/s1600/laurahair1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695832379464084034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-agDqb5y2kog/TwupXw4f6kI/AAAAAAAAEFA/D7ch9ArKp-g/s320/laurahair1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-4256425677400504351?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/4256425677400504351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=4256425677400504351' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4256425677400504351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4256425677400504351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2012/01/in-honor-of-friend.html' title='In honor of a friend'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DMzfBRfNp7c/TwupZEzygeI/AAAAAAAAEFk/ODHgi0fVbiY/s72-c/laurahair4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-5370779322654661115</id><published>2012-01-08T18:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T20:37:25.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So, we're here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so far, so good! Let's recap...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thursday we watched the movers pull away in their huge semi, full of all of our household goods. They were heading to our new hometown. We, being in a now-empty, echoing home, took off for the hotel down the road. Felt a little like we were on vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are now a 2-hotel room family. Jamie and the boys get their own room, and the girls and I camp out together. We gals stayed up until 10PM watching The Walt*ns and Little House in the Pr*irie. Jenna loved watching the little girls in the dresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday morning we ate breakfast at the hotel, chatted with some gals about their weekend wedding plans and our move, and Jenna told them how much she would miss them when we moved. Yeah...'cause we knew them for a whole 5 minutes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to our house to load my van with the remaining boxes, and check the house over for the one millionth time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jamie prayed for us before we left...a bit of an emotional moment as we said our last goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We couldn't believe the beautiful weather we had driving on Friday. It's January...we could have had a snow storm, ice storm, etc., but we drove all day in almost 60 degree sunshine. So thankful for that! The girls rode with me, and the boys with Jamie, and they all did well for a long day's journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We finally arrived in our new home town...greeted by a beautiful sunset, and bright city lights over the water. Dinner was next on the agenda, so Jamie took us to a local restaurant. A few items on the menu were deep fried hamburgers and corn fritters. Jamie thought we should try them. Look out cholesterol! The food was good, the service was very friendly, and we were full. Time to head to the apartment to unpack. We got almost all of our boxes and suitcases unpacked, then climbed into bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We slept great (even Laura with the help of some nighttime meds.) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday morning was greeted with a bright sunrise, out to breakfast at Bob Ev*ns, and then a tour of our new house! Jamie picked it out, with my only seeing photos, and he did an awesome job. We love it and hope to be in by the end of January. We also toured the local library, grocery shopped, and then had our weekly family movie/pizza night. It was a big first day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday morning...another bright sunrise, Jamie's omelets for breakfast, and then off to church. It was a smaller church, but very, very friendly. People were coming up to us constantly shaking hands, introducing themselves. chatting with the kids. And the music? It was all choral and hymnal music with a southern gospel flair. It was like a movie of a down-south church, and I just loved it! After, the pastor and his family invited us out for a pizza lunch, along with a few of their friends. We spent the next couple of hours chatting and just getting to know one another. They all homeschool, and try eating healthy, so we had lots to share. We really enjoyed our time, and will be going to the pastor's house tomorrow night for dinner, and so the kids can play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow, Jamie heads back to work and I'm on my own with the kids in this new town. What to do? What to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it all rosy? No...not all of it. Right now, Jacob is homesick for our former church and a good buddy. The boys he met today know nothing of St*r W*rs or bionicles...his favorites. Char said he needs to call and see what Grandma is doing. Jenna is excited to get to our new hometown...ummm...do I tell her we're already here? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-5370779322654661115?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/5370779322654661115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=5370779322654661115' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5370779322654661115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5370779322654661115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-were-here.html' title='So, we&apos;re here...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-1468548622018516827</id><published>2012-01-06T22:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T22:50:25.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>See what happens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;when Laura doesn't let Mommy sleep at night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't realize I did this until we were at breakfast at the hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hn0EptYCr6g/TwfAqbvkcbI/AAAAAAAAED0/Bk4bqNPUp3o/s1600/laura%2Bshoes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694732089067598258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hn0EptYCr6g/TwfAqbvkcbI/AAAAAAAAED0/Bk4bqNPUp3o/s320/laura%2Bshoes.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-1468548622018516827?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/1468548622018516827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=1468548622018516827' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/1468548622018516827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/1468548622018516827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2012/01/see-what-happens.html' title='See what happens...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hn0EptYCr6g/TwfAqbvkcbI/AAAAAAAAED0/Bk4bqNPUp3o/s72-c/laura%2Bshoes.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-4252759137897728290</id><published>2012-01-03T16:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T20:58:19.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxes, boxes, everywhere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laura came home to this. She didn't know where to walk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S3MrG5eHNtc/TwN3XBmI7yI/AAAAAAAAEDo/WA0UFr0WPdw/s1600/jan12%2B073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693525591375540002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S3MrG5eHNtc/TwN3XBmI7yI/AAAAAAAAEDo/WA0UFr0WPdw/s320/jan12%2B073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boxes are everywhere I look...and they smell funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M25gpnIUjg8/TwN3Wz1UCxI/AAAAAAAAEDc/3aQuxXSp0xc/s1600/jan12%2B075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693525587681086226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M25gpnIUjg8/TwN3Wz1UCxI/AAAAAAAAEDc/3aQuxXSp0xc/s320/jan12%2B075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids' playroom...packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lgY64K5u4/TwN3WatlwMI/AAAAAAAAEDU/kMtPrjxdq9c/s1600/jan12%2B076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693525580937806018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lgY64K5u4/TwN3WatlwMI/AAAAAAAAEDU/kMtPrjxdq9c/s320/jan12%2B076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Storage room...packed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2yYasu5n6J8/TwN3WPpEyAI/AAAAAAAAEDE/syi3PSGpeJo/s1600/jan12%2B077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693525577966077954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2yYasu5n6J8/TwN3WPpEyAI/AAAAAAAAEDE/syi3PSGpeJo/s320/jan12%2B077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're running out of room to sit for quiet time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_S406Zg_KgM/TwN3V01-2DI/AAAAAAAAEC4/1nH1AzVeHDI/s1600/jan12%2B078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693525570772457522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_S406Zg_KgM/TwN3V01-2DI/AAAAAAAAEC4/1nH1AzVeHDI/s320/jan12%2B078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-4252759137897728290?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/4252759137897728290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=4252759137897728290' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4252759137897728290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4252759137897728290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2012/01/boxes-boxes-everywhere.html' title='Boxes, boxes, everywhere!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S3MrG5eHNtc/TwN3XBmI7yI/AAAAAAAAEDo/WA0UFr0WPdw/s72-c/jan12%2B073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-2559023874286220108</id><published>2012-01-03T08:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T08:33:55.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let The Packing Begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The moving guys arrived at 8AM sharp, and we're ready...I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kids thought they should mark themselves so they didn't get packed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X1wzEIq-93M/TwMDFvOng5I/AAAAAAAAECs/RbbbTIUYBmI/s1600/jan12%2B068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693397751038444434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X1wzEIq-93M/TwMDFvOng5I/AAAAAAAAECs/RbbbTIUYBmI/s320/jan12%2B068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bzIfy3qXdcM/TwMDFeYf_jI/AAAAAAAAECg/Cz-szgisewQ/s1600/jan12%2B069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693397746516491826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bzIfy3qXdcM/TwMDFeYf_jI/AAAAAAAAECg/Cz-szgisewQ/s320/jan12%2B069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is so cold and slippery, and they can't get their semi into our driveway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least we didn't get a snow storm on top of it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vwlWmwdf7hs/TwMDE7lY38I/AAAAAAAAECU/UuosAGTvyIs/s1600/jan12%2B070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693397737175310274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vwlWmwdf7hs/TwMDE7lY38I/AAAAAAAAECU/UuosAGTvyIs/s320/jan12%2B070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-2559023874286220108?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/2559023874286220108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=2559023874286220108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/2559023874286220108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/2559023874286220108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2012/01/let-packing-begin.html' title='Let The Packing Begin'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X1wzEIq-93M/TwMDFvOng5I/AAAAAAAAECs/RbbbTIUYBmI/s72-c/jan12%2B068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-5731741262637354633</id><published>2011-12-30T20:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T20:59:11.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All By Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have this routine. Each kiddo gets his or her own color drinking cup each day. They use it all day, and keep the cups lined up on the counter so they can reach them when they need a drink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laura has obviously been watching this for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, she kept knocking everything off the counter near the drink cups...including a coffee mug. Thankfully, it didn't break!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It finally dawned on Jamie and me that she was trying to get her own drink like the other kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, we put her cup really close to the edge, and she's been walking to the kitchen counter all day to get her own drink! I never thought I'd be this excited to see one of my kids getting their own drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692104322479069378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QmvQcTQP3hQ/Tv5quSXUmMI/AAAAAAAAEBw/T3IFnKclrIA/s320/dec2011%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692104329992114802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9_bP38OK0qM/Tv5quuWkknI/AAAAAAAAEB8/AjHGOsNldwA/s320/dec2011%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692104319473483010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-osGGqOQeZnE/Tv5quHKu_QI/AAAAAAAAEBk/GRGNgPV7ABM/s320/dec2011%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK. Now what do I do with it? We have lots of puddles on the floor since she's not putting it back on the counter, but we don't mind! We love seeing each new little bit of progress...all at her own pace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692104336823393282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VfLt9FAdVBo/Tv5qvHzRnAI/AAAAAAAAECE/Ok1cbWJYZcY/s320/dec2011%2B004.JPG" /&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/4178475540205180708-5731741262637354633?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/5731741262637354633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=5731741262637354633' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5731741262637354633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5731741262637354633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-by-myself.html' title='All By Myself'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QmvQcTQP3hQ/Tv5quSXUmMI/AAAAAAAAEBw/T3IFnKclrIA/s72-c/dec2011%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-6313504727411313781</id><published>2011-12-26T13:35:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T14:53:06.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Memories 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Festivities started on Friday before Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jamie was finally home...after being gone most of the past 3 months at his new job location.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are all so happy that we don't have to say goodbye anymore as he heads hours away to his new job. The next time he leaves, we'll be heading out with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, Friday night was pizza and movie night. We watched &lt;em&gt;The Nativity, &lt;/em&gt;with Jamie's finger on the FF button for the "scary" parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690522857433503266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7pm4wi06OmI/TvjMY5-QliI/AAAAAAAAEBA/PgHo5rVIZE0/s320/dec2011%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is where I found Laura that same day. I think she was trying to figure out a way to enter the "forbidden closet" until Christmas is done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bPjfxPQBuvE/TvjMZvvM02I/AAAAAAAAEBY/Ced3f__8qkY/s1600/dec2011%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690522871865856866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bPjfxPQBuvE/TvjMZvvM02I/AAAAAAAAEBY/Ced3f__8qkY/s320/dec2011%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas Eve bubble bath! Laura thought Jenna was so funny blowing bubbles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RsozjD8M81U/TvjMZawgVMI/AAAAAAAAEBI/VKijdDyLjsg/s1600/dec2011%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690522866234184898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RsozjD8M81U/TvjMZawgVMI/AAAAAAAAEBI/VKijdDyLjsg/s320/dec2011%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We open our presents on Christmas Eve morning, and the kids stay in their jammies all day. They couldn't come downstairs, though, until we called them. Goodness knows, we need a cup of coffee before the chaos begins! So, this is what we found waiting at the top of the stairs! (FYI...the gate is so Laura doesn't fall down the stairs...not to put our children in jail...really). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kk1IU3KomhU/TvjMY4vEzMI/AAAAAAAAEA0/1Ev2mfa4418/s1600/dec2011%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690522857101380802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kk1IU3KomhU/TvjMY4vEzMI/AAAAAAAAEA0/1Ev2mfa4418/s320/dec2011%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our annual Christmas morning, Santa hat picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So nice to have all of our children home this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bxrCMmpxdBs/TvjKrr4m9MI/AAAAAAAAEAo/pXfbApqGSDU/s1600/dec2011%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690520981045966018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bxrCMmpxdBs/TvjKrr4m9MI/AAAAAAAAEAo/pXfbApqGSDU/s320/dec2011%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crazy fun, Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jk8LNMLVdOU/TvjKrXLC--I/AAAAAAAAEAc/pFdGjmaBClo/s1600/dec2011%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690520975486155746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jk8LNMLVdOU/TvjKrXLC--I/AAAAAAAAEAc/pFdGjmaBClo/s320/dec2011%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jenna's first Christmas. She just soaked it all in, loving every minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sHTpG8sCOAE/TvjKqnH9u_I/AAAAAAAAEAQ/C0Akr2e2F60/s1600/dec2011%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690520962588326898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sHTpG8sCOAE/TvjKqnH9u_I/AAAAAAAAEAQ/C0Akr2e2F60/s320/dec2011%2B055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy helped Laura open her new, big girl booster seat. No more baby car seats for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N-0E6hv6Nhk/TvjKqWFeSEI/AAAAAAAAEAE/d3dL9VRgHhI/s1600/dec2011%2B060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690520958014474306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N-0E6hv6Nhk/TvjKqWFeSEI/AAAAAAAAEAE/d3dL9VRgHhI/s320/dec2011%2B060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The rest of the day was just for relaxing. Jenna read her babies a story while they slept in their new bunk beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-olIJ6lOHnZ4/TvjHg6AorGI/AAAAAAAAD_4/j1M-eyvrScQ/s1600/dec2011%2B062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690517497324285026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-olIJ6lOHnZ4/TvjHg6AorGI/AAAAAAAAD_4/j1M-eyvrScQ/s320/dec2011%2B062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amarin played his new Madagascar DS game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F7jzwbkjc2E/TvjHgX2mFaI/AAAAAAAAD_s/d3fPiJeDzpA/s1600/dec2011%2B064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690517488155366818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F7jzwbkjc2E/TvjHgX2mFaI/AAAAAAAAD_s/d3fPiJeDzpA/s320/dec2011%2B064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie tried figuring out his St*r W*rs lego set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgiEKoqjuNk/TvjHgJ0yfEI/AAAAAAAAD_c/NQUuVj4jk8E/s1600/dec2011%2B065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690517484389694530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgiEKoqjuNk/TvjHgJ0yfEI/AAAAAAAAD_c/NQUuVj4jk8E/s320/dec2011%2B065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we all tried our oh-so-cool dancing skills on the Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iDVZfaGKkoY/TvjHf6n-QBI/AAAAAAAAD_U/kk8jENrb55E/s1600/dec2011%2B080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690517480309407762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iDVZfaGKkoY/TvjHf6n-QBI/AAAAAAAAD_U/kk8jENrb55E/s320/dec2011%2B080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On to the morning of the 25th. Santa puts surprises in their stockings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DijGkz_NzGI/TvjFjLGzP4I/AAAAAAAAD_I/4AcC2vw4IHU/s1600/dec2011%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690515337250029442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DijGkz_NzGI/TvjFjLGzP4I/AAAAAAAAD_I/4AcC2vw4IHU/s320/dec2011%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey! Santa ate our treats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4bKtIOnVwqk/TvjFiwwQbDI/AAAAAAAAD-8/rI4_uH5ZtwE/s1600/dec2011%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690515330176150578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4bKtIOnVwqk/TvjFiwwQbDI/AAAAAAAAD-8/rI4_uH5ZtwE/s320/dec2011%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Char tried squeezing his head into a new hat from Grandma and Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uWuYnRxOOns/TvjAU3K-lwI/AAAAAAAAD-w/VUrMpGh_57M/s1600/dec2011%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690509593822533378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uWuYnRxOOns/TvjAU3K-lwI/AAAAAAAAD-w/VUrMpGh_57M/s320/dec2011%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hugs for another grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rYYi28AG_8c/TvjAULmRSAI/AAAAAAAAD-k/NXS-LMONACg/s1600/dec2011%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690509582125844482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rYYi28AG_8c/TvjAULmRSAI/AAAAAAAAD-k/NXS-LMONACg/s320/dec2011%2B038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Off came the Christmas dress, and on went the ballerina clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HG8hahuyu0A/TvjAUHNDgOI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/vqKKChXpx6Y/s1600/dec2011%2B052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690509580946342114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HG8hahuyu0A/TvjAUHNDgOI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/vqKKChXpx6Y/s320/dec2011%2B052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cousins and uncles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0DAS4FEpe5E/TvjATeHMxRI/AAAAAAAAD-M/bHzcOS2Fu5o/s1600/dec2011%2B054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690509569915929874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0DAS4FEpe5E/TvjATeHMxRI/AAAAAAAAD-M/bHzcOS2Fu5o/s320/dec2011%2B054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and more peek-a-boo and tickles for baby cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WV8kAUSZafY/TvjATNXObnI/AAAAAAAAD-A/_JXfOtJ6hj4/s1600/dec2011%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690509565419744882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WV8kAUSZafY/TvjATNXObnI/AAAAAAAAD-A/_JXfOtJ6hj4/s320/dec2011%2B056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was indeed a very, Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-6313504727411313781?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/6313504727411313781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=6313504727411313781' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Previously, he has shown an avid interest in air conditioners (at age 2 he would skip out on beach play and head for the hotel's ac units), vacuum cleaners (age 2+, he wanted to see everyone's vacuum when we visited homes), and the Titanic (age 3+, once told an artist that he had the wrong number of life boats on his model). He has wanted to be an archeologist, paleontologist, inventor, and forest ranger. He's currently reading a book on how to earn money with your own business. Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amarin: From the time we met him, he has been enthralled with airplanes. "Klungbin" was one of our first Thai words that he taught us! He wanted to fly airplanes, especially with the Blue Ang*ls. He has since decided that he still wants to fly a plane when he gets older, but his own little plane, just for fun. He really wants to be a "fixer" and builder of robots now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laura: Well, she has decided to keep on with her cuteness, and remain with mommy and daddy so we don't get lonely in our old age!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charlie: Mr. Dynamo wants to fly passenger planes and take people on vacation. Yeah...that would literally be a "trip" with this kiddo! Please keep your seatbelts securely fastened throughout the entire flight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jenna: Well, we can always shoot for the stars...even the one on top of the Christmas tree. Yep, Miss Jenna wishes to be a Christmas tree when she grows up. We tried to ask her if maybe her dramatic self would like to be a singer or dancer. No way. She is going to be a Christmas tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-801824967224666410?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/801824967224666410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=801824967224666410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/801824967224666410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/801824967224666410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I grow up...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-4235936507227442213</id><published>2011-12-19T18:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T19:29:15.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin' Ready for the Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're about done winding down the activities leading up to Christmas, and our move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such mixed emotions right now. Excited to be looking forward to an adventure, but realizing more and more what we're leaving behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Thursday night, Jacob had an Advent service band performance. He really does love playing the tuba...or in this case...the sousaphone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687996853875450434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vCu6J_VOiNg/Tu_TAJbJIkI/AAAAAAAAD9c/7xUkdYla6-Y/s320/dec2011%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The very next morning, bright and early, he had to be back to play another concert for the school kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687996859777339570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Zd-NzXgB_U/Tu_TAfaQ0LI/AAAAAAAAD9k/S4rS9Atk0Ro/s320/dec2011%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then came his piano solo...Battle of the Heroes, for you St*r W*rs fans. Boy, his little fingers were just a flyin'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BLbB5Z8DodA/Tu_TAun5mxI/AAAAAAAAD90/CaFmLY17IXA/s1600/dec2011%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687996863861070610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BLbB5Z8DodA/Tu_TAun5mxI/AAAAAAAAD90/CaFmLY17IXA/s320/dec2011%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big breath...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on Sunday evening, after four months of Saturday practices (which the boys LOVE), the kids put on a musical called &lt;em&gt;Gettin' Ready for the Miracle&lt;/em&gt;. They all did an amazing job and it was so much fun to watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amarin played the little son of a shepherd. He gave baby Jesus his favorite possession...his blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQV2DDaq9mk/Tu_PwRJ7bDI/AAAAAAAAD9E/yFxzIFlrpPU/s1600/dec2011%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687993282537942066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQV2DDaq9mk/Tu_PwRJ7bDI/AAAAAAAAD9E/yFxzIFlrpPU/s320/dec2011%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob played a "wise guy," and also sang his first solo. Since he refused to ever sing for any of us...EVER...it was a special treat to hear him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-iU8QcFze4/Tu_PwUtqvkI/AAAAAAAAD84/k9zDXIwJJEA/s1600/dec2011%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687993283493150274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-iU8QcFze4/Tu_PwUtqvkI/AAAAAAAAD84/k9zDXIwJJEA/s320/dec2011%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlie was able to perform, too, with the younger kids' choir. The favorite? &lt;em&gt;Go Tell It On the Mountain&lt;/em&gt;, of course! No one can listen to that song without moving just a little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IHbnSwbB01o/Tu_PuR1OnUI/AAAAAAAAD8c/a6GNQW7Fehs/s1600/dec2011%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687993248359816514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IHbnSwbB01o/Tu_PuR1OnUI/AAAAAAAAD8c/a6GNQW7Fehs/s320/dec2011%2B025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the performances, everyone went to the fellowship hall for treats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is Pastor Joel, the Associate Pastor and music director. We found out that he used to work in a church where we grew up and knew some of our friends, too. He and his wife do an amazing job with the kids, and all the music ministries at the church. We will definitely miss this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lT3W_djgU44/Tu_PuNht3aI/AAAAAAAAD8U/VhmrvdvpU6o/s1600/dec2011%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687993247204236706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lT3W_djgU44/Tu_PuNht3aI/AAAAAAAAD8U/VhmrvdvpU6o/s320/dec2011%2B029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-4235936507227442213?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/4235936507227442213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=4235936507227442213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4235936507227442213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4235936507227442213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/12/gettin-ready-for-miracle.html' title='Gettin&apos; Ready for the Miracle'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vCu6J_VOiNg/Tu_TAJbJIkI/AAAAAAAAD9c/7xUkdYla6-Y/s72-c/dec2011%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-2566891465046977644</id><published>2011-12-15T07:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T08:23:16.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where does the time go? We're already 1/2 way through December, which means Christmas, 2012, and our move is upon us. But we're still trying to keep a sense of normalcy...whatever that looks like. So, I'm posting this to remind myself of what we've been doing in the midst of paperwork, house hunting, list making, Christmas prepping, purging, reorganizing...yeah. I think the Carribean Islands are calling my name. Cayman Islands, anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Homeschool. We're plugging away just fine, though this year is probably the most unorganized I've ever felt. I wonder why? But as you can see, Charlie is doing well in accounting, so I guess I can't complain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-csSnQjDpA5I/TunxOY0uncI/AAAAAAAAD8E/avS2tltXRiM/s1600/dec2011%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686341234016034242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-csSnQjDpA5I/TunxOY0uncI/AAAAAAAAD8E/avS2tltXRiM/s320/dec2011%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amarin's Thai lessons are finished as we wind down on our committments. His teacher was so sweet. And, no, she doesn't always dress like this. It's part of her job. Isn't it beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8N0R7l-nP-0/TunxN-j8RpI/AAAAAAAAD74/8HPc7cJuoPI/s1600/dec2011%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686341226966304402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8N0R7l-nP-0/TunxN-j8RpI/AAAAAAAAD74/8HPc7cJuoPI/s320/dec2011%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Theater...yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1qx0f_pX9nM/TunxMkcrcoI/AAAAAAAAD7w/NIEvnKgFBPk/s1600/dec2011%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686341202776650370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1qx0f_pX9nM/TunxMkcrcoI/AAAAAAAAD7w/NIEvnKgFBPk/s320/dec2011%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we're learning fashion. Girls are so much fun to dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-95jhvFQ2Fr8/TunxL9w3l8I/AAAAAAAAD7g/DEIVNaHT2u4/s1600/dec2011%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686341192392349634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-95jhvFQ2Fr8/TunxL9w3l8I/AAAAAAAAD7g/DEIVNaHT2u4/s320/dec2011%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Char was sooo excited yesterday to get his new math books in the mail which now include tests! He finished kindergarten math in 1/2 year, and is on to grade one. He asked last night to take his first test. Oh, if only that enthusiasm would not wane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cBlza3jWP6c/TunxLV4eSZI/AAAAAAAAD7U/RtGCiiURrgg/s1600/dec2011%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686341181686827410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cBlza3jWP6c/TunxLV4eSZI/AAAAAAAAD7U/RtGCiiURrgg/s320/dec2011%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-2566891465046977644?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/2566891465046977644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=2566891465046977644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/2566891465046977644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/2566891465046977644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/12/happenings-here.html' title='Happenings Here'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-csSnQjDpA5I/TunxOY0uncI/AAAAAAAAD8E/avS2tltXRiM/s72-c/dec2011%2B005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-7978721558882221212</id><published>2011-12-13T15:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:29:52.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura's Field Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laura literally woke up giggling and clapping this morning. I think she may have realized that today was her school field trip to the largest Christmas store in the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jacob, Amarin, and I were waiting at the store when she arrived with her friends and teachers. Her teachers said that she was jumping up and down on the bus, and smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The girl knows a fun shopping excursion when she sees one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First stop...a visit with Santa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here she is with one of her best friends. They were waiting in line to see Santa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry about the blur...kids just don't stand still!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685709836534370674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dWHYKnVKbgE/Tuey-N6TUXI/AAAAAAAAD68/drfS6-oCjWQ/s320/Bronners5.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laura didn't seem to want to get too close to Santa today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But she was happy with the ornament he gave her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t5_5KOtXA-U/Tuey-We3W4I/AAAAAAAAD7I/7nJtFyrmHBQ/s1600/Bronners4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685709838835211138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t5_5KOtXA-U/Tuey-We3W4I/AAAAAAAAD7I/7nJtFyrmHBQ/s320/Bronners4.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr. "In the Know" was a good sport and saw Santa, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685708508768575266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eKrCpVbFYys/Tuexw7mRHyI/AAAAAAAAD6g/U3989m2AYlU/s320/Bronners2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amarin was quick to tell Santa how much he wanted another Star Wars guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685708503197702530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-beme50-JuF0/Tuexwm2EWYI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/M9TNeH_NmKU/s320/Bronners3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What brought Laura so much joy? Lunch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j0kNV_072DY/TuexxONtCgI/AAAAAAAAD6s/oadi6DYR-Ww/s1600/Bronners1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685708513765820930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j0kNV_072DY/TuexxONtCgI/AAAAAAAAD6s/oadi6DYR-Ww/s320/Bronners1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a lot of fun, especially knowing that this is probably our last trip to this amazing place for a while. Move date: 3.5 weeks and counting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-7978721558882221212?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/7978721558882221212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=7978721558882221212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/7978721558882221212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/7978721558882221212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/12/lauras-field-trip.html' title='Laura&apos;s Field Trip'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dWHYKnVKbgE/Tuey-N6TUXI/AAAAAAAAD68/drfS6-oCjWQ/s72-c/Bronners5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-8794558936995722148</id><published>2011-12-10T10:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T10:56:34.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zambia &amp; India</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember these packages? They were Christmas boxes for &lt;a href="http://www.samaritanspurse.org/index.php/occ"&gt;Operation Christmas Child through Samaritan's Purse&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We just received an email sharing that our boxes are headed to Zambia and India!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How fun to be sharing Christmas with kids in Africa and Asia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--1xUYmRXM6c/TuN-FURttAI/AAAAAAAAD6M/PxDmDH86GMA/s1600/oct11%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684525784479151106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--1xUYmRXM6c/TuN-FURttAI/AAAAAAAAD6M/PxDmDH86GMA/s320/oct11%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-8794558936995722148?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/8794558936995722148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=8794558936995722148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/8794558936995722148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/8794558936995722148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/12/zambia-india.html' title='Zambia &amp; India'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--1xUYmRXM6c/TuN-FURttAI/AAAAAAAAD6M/PxDmDH86GMA/s72-c/oct11%2B016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-3356273266276001619</id><published>2011-12-09T21:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T21:15:21.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Santa Photo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally have one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A photo of all my children with Santa...and no one is screaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor Char. He has always had a horrible, horrible fear of Santa...and the Easter Bunny...Disn*y characters...R*nald McD*nald...whoever. If he even thinks a character might be in the building, he's on the look-out and in panic mode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But something happened today, and he decided last minute to "be brave" and get close for a picture. He even fist-bumped Santa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Jacob. Well, Jacob decided last minute, too, to join the photo. Because he's "in the know" now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laura and Amarin? Well, they were cool as cucumbers about the whole thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jenna had to be reminded several times to wait her turn in line because she was so crazy excited to talk to Santa and sit on his lap. She just wanted to bypass the babies in line to get to the jolly 'ole guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm thinking this may be my last Santa photo with all the kids. Or maybe not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-atTRIJc2YRc/TuK-ovZ0xeI/AAAAAAAAD6A/_eXHblxETlk/s1600/santa2011.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684315286823814626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-atTRIJc2YRc/TuK-ovZ0xeI/AAAAAAAAD6A/_eXHblxETlk/s320/santa2011.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-3356273266276001619?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/3356273266276001619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=3356273266276001619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/3356273266276001619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/3356273266276001619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/12/final-santa-photo.html' title='Final Santa Photo?'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-atTRIJc2YRc/TuK-ovZ0xeI/AAAAAAAAD6A/_eXHblxETlk/s72-c/santa2011.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-5782177963582816977</id><published>2011-12-04T07:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T07:49:41.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fa la la la la....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Disclaimer for my kids' teachers...you may not want to read this one until after Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hint, hint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Christmas music was playing (loudly per Daddy), and we got to work making gifts for teachers, bus drivers, and our mail lady. The big boys are in charge of this task...'cause flour and other fly-away ingredients are involved. I'd rather it look snowy outside rather than inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amarin couldn't wait to start, and was actually trying to convince Jacob to "spend nice time with Daddy on the computer" and he would do all the "work." Such a sweet brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682248037385593938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U7UEDJZ2354/Tttme_IHZFI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/AyKjy6RoKT8/s320/dec2011%2B003.JPG" /&gt; Add a few more ingredients before big brother catches on to his scheme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682248031840869938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Y9hvb-ZsX8/TttmeqeJnjI/AAAAAAAAD5E/ha9v7wyr8yY/s320/dec2011%2B006.JPG" /&gt; Ha! He caught on and joined in on the festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682247134983241538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oxqEC8J8STI/TttlqdaoP0I/AAAAAAAAD44/9wgoYspIWyo/s320/dec2011%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Preparing the final product...oatmeal cookies in a jar. This was the first time we've ever made these, and they turned out so pretty! I just love homemade presents, especially something that can be easily used.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682247125787948370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kiHsdTrusWQ/Tttlp7KTNVI/AAAAAAAAD4s/EPyCfR0mtpE/s320/dec2011%2B017.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another activity the kids enjoy is opening the doors to our Advent calendar. Behind each door is a magnetic character from the Christmas story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682247118248788066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-guMTxZy5zfU/TttlpfE0wGI/AAAAAAAAD4g/BSM2knMZjUE/s320/dec2011%2B021.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this year, I'm hiding a character from our &lt;strong&gt;unbreakable&lt;/strong&gt; manger scene around the house...one per day. They have fun trying to find them first!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682247113317601122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6oYnKHvzuSQ/TttlpMtIz2I/AAAAAAAAD4U/Aj5mHsoRwds/s320/dec2011%2B022.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, as tradition, we ended last night with The Polar Express. We just love the movie. And how fun to have our whole family at home this year to watch it. Jenna, of course, could not sit still during the musical parts. The girl just has to wiggle and sway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682252494293143346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tU3ycmODA90/TttqiaZrjzI/AAAAAAAAD50/A0JJc-rNUhc/s320/polar%2Bexpress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-5782177963582816977?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/5782177963582816977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=5782177963582816977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5782177963582816977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5782177963582816977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/12/fa-la-la-la-la.html' title='Fa la la la la....'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U7UEDJZ2354/Tttme_IHZFI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/AyKjy6RoKT8/s72-c/dec2011%2B003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-5358062305827920700</id><published>2011-12-01T17:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T20:02:29.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Their Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tree assembling...er...trimming day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, Amarin, the skirt belongs on the tree...not you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mt8gpvij_zg/TtgL4EYa80I/AAAAAAAAD4I/ByZoqJP_X_U/s1600/dec2011%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681303987804631874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mt8gpvij_zg/TtgL4EYa80I/AAAAAAAAD4I/ByZoqJP_X_U/s320/dec2011%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob, ya gotta start thinkin' outside the box, buddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NQbARo9IJRs/TtgL3T757TI/AAAAAAAAD38/To_fmzlMQEM/s1600/dec2011%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681303974800125234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NQbARo9IJRs/TtgL3T757TI/AAAAAAAAD38/To_fmzlMQEM/s320/dec2011%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little helpers. It seems like Jenna has been here so long, I almost forget that this is her first Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bHoB9PKg00s/TtgL3KqCYUI/AAAAAAAAD3w/q-rMm2L-I7E/s1600/dec2011%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681303972309262658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bHoB9PKg00s/TtgL3KqCYUI/AAAAAAAAD3w/q-rMm2L-I7E/s320/dec2011%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorting through all the Santa hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsI2lw5ZWVk/TtgEpO9gTbI/AAAAAAAAD3g/FlCYs5PnVOI/s1600/dec2011%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681296036365094322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IsI2lw5ZWVk/TtgEpO9gTbI/AAAAAAAAD3g/FlCYs5PnVOI/s320/dec2011%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the best parts is looking through all of the ornaments and memories they hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gkr2Uyn-l3s/TtgEo8x6ziI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/0rFYKld1Hb0/s1600/dec2011%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681296031484661282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gkr2Uyn-l3s/TtgEo8x6ziI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/0rFYKld1Hb0/s320/dec2011%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gazing at the tree. If only she was content in that, rather than picking off ornaments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WfAPuqtjFCM/TtgEofdBBTI/AAAAAAAAD3M/26UIUpr6iNY/s1600/dec2011%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681296023612359986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WfAPuqtjFCM/TtgEofdBBTI/AAAAAAAAD3M/26UIUpr6iNY/s320/dec2011%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How many ornaments can kids fit into one tiny area of the tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nCx4ZnBEzss/TtgEnlrDJHI/AAAAAAAAD3A/iMurSfWZ0lQ/s1600/dec2011%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681296008101962866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nCx4ZnBEzss/TtgEnlrDJHI/AAAAAAAAD3A/iMurSfWZ0lQ/s320/dec2011%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Their finished tree...they sorted and assembled the branches, tested the lights (how many strings did we throw out this year?), and hung the ornaments. We finished the night by watching Santa Paws...sweet movie...sweet memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqVwzMwzqmg/TtgEnWg4AYI/AAAAAAAAD20/q29axv8wqKQ/s1600/dec2011%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681296004032758146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqVwzMwzqmg/TtgEnWg4AYI/AAAAAAAAD20/q29axv8wqKQ/s320/dec2011%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-5358062305827920700?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/5358062305827920700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=5358062305827920700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5358062305827920700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5358062305827920700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-their-tree.html' title='It&apos;s Their Tree'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mt8gpvij_zg/TtgL4EYa80I/AAAAAAAAD4I/ByZoqJP_X_U/s72-c/dec2011%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-7949160399936907429</id><published>2011-11-30T11:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T12:35:47.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Big Snow of the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're not talking about a monster snow storm, but certainly enough to close a few area schools, cover every inch of tree limb with sticky white, and raise the excitement level of this household to the max. in contemplation of sleds and snowmen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jacob and Amarin were "lucky" enough to brave the weather first...as they hauled a ton of garbage to the curb. They came in quite chilled. Guess they'll remember to wear their heavier coats next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FeaHbJCgugE/TtZcr72dZMI/AAAAAAAAD2o/vB7M67mbH20/s1600/nov11%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680829889844700354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FeaHbJCgugE/TtZcr72dZMI/AAAAAAAAD2o/vB7M67mbH20/s320/nov11%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The two littles squirmed all morning, working on school. FINALLY, they were cut loose, bundled, and frolicking in the fresh snow. They sure made tracks...literally!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qsjZnYzqnmM/TtZcrRONW9I/AAAAAAAAD2c/7Yby3brP0AE/s1600/nov11%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680829878401588178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qsjZnYzqnmM/TtZcrRONW9I/AAAAAAAAD2c/7Yby3brP0AE/s320/nov11%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are so cute all bundled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nVo25BrCHHY/TtZcrDAk4wI/AAAAAAAAD2Q/2T8TFkDuiqE/s1600/nov11%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680829874586313474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nVo25BrCHHY/TtZcrDAk4wI/AAAAAAAAD2Q/2T8TFkDuiqE/s320/nov11%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-7949160399936907429?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/7949160399936907429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=7949160399936907429' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/7949160399936907429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/7949160399936907429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/11/first-big-snow-of-season.html' title='First Big Snow of the Season'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FeaHbJCgugE/TtZcr72dZMI/AAAAAAAAD2o/vB7M67mbH20/s72-c/nov11%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-1768779163951148884</id><published>2011-11-22T12:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T12:36:33.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;We are preparing for Thanksgiving, but this year seems unbelievably easy.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;No food to prep, no house cleaning, nothing.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;So, we're having fun with some crafts. The kids love crafts, and I love finding ideas on the internet that makes me appear to be quite a "crafty" mom!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I found some Thanksgiving vocabulary words to help Charlie with his reading. He cut them out and glued them on big paper.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--tOpbkD8G3M/TsvboneQopI/AAAAAAAAD2E/GGmambopoPY/s1600/nov11%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677873246067794578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--tOpbkD8G3M/TsvboneQopI/AAAAAAAAD2E/GGmambopoPY/s320/nov11%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jenna's learning to color by number. Following directions is important, so once in a while we skip over the creativity of art, and just follow directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7-HEO5d5Qw/TsvboFVvRGI/AAAAAAAAD14/UCxhp62Rfu0/s1600/nov11%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677873236905247842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7-HEO5d5Qw/TsvboFVvRGI/AAAAAAAAD14/UCxhp62Rfu0/s320/nov11%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we all wrote words on paper feathers, telling for what we are thankful. We cut out our feathers, and glued them on to a turkey that Jacob drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KRF9uVVfPjk/Tsvbn-DT8nI/AAAAAAAAD1s/kg8DynIiqJU/s1600/nov11%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677873234948911730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KRF9uVVfPjk/Tsvbn-DT8nI/AAAAAAAAD1s/kg8DynIiqJU/s320/nov11%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jenna loves to cut with scissors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hXOVJ_IrvJQ/TsvbnretVOI/AAAAAAAAD1g/_etN2KyglJ8/s1600/nov11%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677873229963547874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hXOVJ_IrvJQ/TsvbnretVOI/AAAAAAAAD1g/_etN2KyglJ8/s320/nov11%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-1768779163951148884?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/1768779163951148884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=1768779163951148884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/1768779163951148884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/1768779163951148884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/11/preparing-for-thanksgiving.html' title='Preparing for Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--tOpbkD8G3M/TsvboneQopI/AAAAAAAAD2E/GGmambopoPY/s72-c/nov11%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-7889349157073423549</id><published>2011-11-11T14:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T15:28:38.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11-11-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't that a cool date to write? And what's even cooler is that at 4:35 AM this morning, Amarin turned 10 years old. Yes, double digits. He was so excited, though he kind of wishes he was turning 11 today...just to have fun with the numbers. I said NO! You're growing up fast enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673835335894393266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mB1ROuRu3z4/Tr2DLT4LYbI/AAAAAAAADzc/kzf7clT-16A/s320/nov11%2B005.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sleepy morning eyes. C'mon, mom, I'm not awake yet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6v18WGq0nq0/Tr2CjGXrh4I/AAAAAAAADzQ/RuPCvU7PrqA/s1600/nov11%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673834645073659778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6v18WGq0nq0/Tr2CjGXrh4I/AAAAAAAADzQ/RuPCvU7PrqA/s320/nov11%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie explained his picture that he made for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7toGvmBwAS0/Tr2CixNvSjI/AAAAAAAADzE/9SI8K8mv5DA/s1600/nov11%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673834639394818610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7toGvmBwAS0/Tr2CixNvSjI/AAAAAAAADzE/9SI8K8mv5DA/s320/nov11%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amarin has been wanting a "real" Bible, because he's almost done with his story Bible. He took it with him in the van and kept asking me for Bible verses to look up. His story Bible doesn't have chapter and verse numbers like this one. He said he could take this one to church to follow what the pastor was reading. And this was the only book he wanted for his rest time today. I'm so glad he enjoys the adventures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nZM9Oxk0Tu8/Tr2CiKxnrWI/AAAAAAAADy4/7LhlSbgQoLE/s1600/nov11%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673834629076331874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nZM9Oxk0Tu8/Tr2CiKxnrWI/AAAAAAAADy4/7LhlSbgQoLE/s320/nov11%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anther bionicle from Jacob. Can't have too many of these guys, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jQZzEU2wdY8/Tr2Ch25TseI/AAAAAAAADys/q9448jyl0GY/s1600/nov11%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673834623739867618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jQZzEU2wdY8/Tr2Ch25TseI/AAAAAAAADys/q9448jyl0GY/s320/nov11%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laura kept walking in front of my lens...look at me, mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cML-3fTeaOI/Tr2ChtJGYEI/AAAAAAAADyg/LUcz40uaITg/s1600/nov11%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673834621121749058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cML-3fTeaOI/Tr2ChtJGYEI/AAAAAAAADyg/LUcz40uaITg/s320/nov11%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And finally, he has his own MP3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQDZ3HOIeO0/Tr2AoI8VpdI/AAAAAAAADyU/2KbJrllleCw/s1600/nov11%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673832532640376274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQDZ3HOIeO0/Tr2AoI8VpdI/AAAAAAAADyU/2KbJrllleCw/s320/nov11%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amarin wanted to go to the Rainforest Cafe today. One of his little siblings did not want to go for fear of the animals, but had no choice. The other didn't know what it was all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uIyRY7ZNkGo/Tr2AnlBTZYI/AAAAAAAADyI/ZaluaeD1ayE/s1600/nov11%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673832522997523842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uIyRY7ZNkGo/Tr2AnlBTZYI/AAAAAAAADyI/ZaluaeD1ayE/s320/nov11%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We sat down before any noise started and all was well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VbJKU4BwfgQ/Tr2AnLiXkSI/AAAAAAAADx8/zB6QVXKk_bY/s1600/nov11%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673832516156887330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VbJKU4BwfgQ/Tr2AnLiXkSI/AAAAAAAADx8/zB6QVXKk_bY/s320/nov11%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; until the noise started. Jenna had tears, Charlie had big eyes, Laura was grabbing me during the thunderstorm, but after a little reassurance and glances at other kids that weren't freaking out, they decided they were going to eat lunch, and not BE lunch. Nervous Nellies watching the gorillas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRmCTn-Zewk/Tr2AmoM9mlI/AAAAAAAADxw/rEQeUekcHOQ/s1600/nov11%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673832506671864402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRmCTn-Zewk/Tr2AmoM9mlI/AAAAAAAADxw/rEQeUekcHOQ/s320/nov11%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-7889349157073423549?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/7889349157073423549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=7889349157073423549' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/7889349157073423549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/7889349157073423549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/11/11-11-11.html' title='11-11-11'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mB1ROuRu3z4/Tr2DLT4LYbI/AAAAAAAADzc/kzf7clT-16A/s72-c/nov11%2B005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-7739478569123859504</id><published>2011-11-10T17:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T17:42:11.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Basics</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GEGp9SPdtfo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-7739478569123859504?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/7739478569123859504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=7739478569123859504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/7739478569123859504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/7739478569123859504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/11/basics.html' title='The Basics'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GEGp9SPdtfo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-5775195836493699524</id><published>2011-11-09T15:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T15:29:59.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Cookin' Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is Wednesday, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I just realized that I missed sharing a favorite recipe last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were on the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But here's one for today, and I have to say...the kids and I LOVED it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next time I must double, or triple, the recipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And before you get all "weirded out" by the recipe title, let me tell you, it tastes like Thanksgiving dressing. As we ate it, Jacob and I kept trying to figure out the taste, and by golly, we did it. Thanksgiving dressing...or stuffing...whichever you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bulgar Wheat Pilaf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cooks.com/rec/view/0,1850,153176-226192,00.html"&gt;http://www.cooks.com/rec/view/0,1850,153176-226192,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I followed the recipe exactly, and it was very easy, healthy, and delicious. Now I just need to find a place that sells bulgar wheat. My favorite little shop recently closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel free to link up your blog, and post a favorite recipe of your own!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-5775195836493699524?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/5775195836493699524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=5775195836493699524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5775195836493699524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5775195836493699524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/11/whats-cookin-wednesday.html' title='What&apos;s Cookin&apos; Wednesday'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-353905278229399142</id><published>2011-11-08T05:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T06:13:15.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So, we're moving...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, we are moving. By now, family and friends know that you NEVER write our address in your book with pen. Because we don't seem to stay in one place for very long. However, if pencil is used, a hole is probably worn from erasing so much. We have owned this home for 6 years, and this is the longest we've been in one place. Yep. And we've been married 17 years. Lots of moves. Lots of changes. Lots of fond memories. Lots of adventures. It's a good thing we both embrace change and adventure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the process of moving is never one of my favorite things. It's that limbo state...getting info on the new area, while keeping things "normal" at home, making appts. to get the house in order, while trying to find a new home, purging the house of unused stuff...again. Ugh. It's enough to jumble a brain. We keep telling ourselves...one day at a time...just one day at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The past 6 days were spent on the road mostly...driving to the new hometown, visiting schools, familiarizing ourselves with the area, looking at houses. Whoever decided to put DVD players in vans...you are one of my favorite people of all time! The kids were troopers, and actually enjoyed visiting schools and house-hunting. Might I add that our realtor is very kind taking a family of 7 house-hunting? And I wonder how many potential neighbors hit the floor praying that 5 children would not move in next door? I can just see them peeking out their windows..."Oh, no. Not that family!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it was a good trip, and I think we found a school for Laura. I had anticipated only seeing two schools. Not many options for children with Laura's needs. We visited the first school, and before I could say anything in the van, Jacob said, "Mom, I don't feel right about this school." I agreed. I didn't know why exactly, but I just didn't have a peace about it. So, off to school #2...praying this would be THE school. It was my last option. Nope. Again, not sure why I didn't have a peace about it, but I didn't. Maybe I was basing it on what she had now...and that was going to be tough to beat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I decided to call another school that I originally tossed out of the mix, and lo-and-behold, they could get me in that afternoon for a look-see. And the principal toured us, too. Peace! I knew this was the right school for her, even though the teacher wasn't even there...out sick. We went back yesterday to meet the teacher before heading home, and she was wonderful...introducing the other students, showing me how they use the Ipad (I'm so out of it!), and almost all the kids had a one-on-one aide. They mainstream with age appropriate peers for art, music, and lunch. And the best part? Before we left, Laura had already made a little friend. They were giggling together as the smacked the Ipad to watch the pictures change. The little girl was Laura's height, and seemed to be on the same level as Laura. She even tried following Laura out of the room, while Laura was waving and smiling back at her. So sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We left feeling like we had accomplished something and it was a good feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-353905278229399142?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/353905278229399142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=353905278229399142' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/353905278229399142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/353905278229399142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/11/so-were-moving.html' title='So, we&apos;re moving...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-7640289567381006718</id><published>2011-10-31T21:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T22:19:48.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;October 31, 2006, you officially became part of our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day after your first birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day after the orphanage celebrated with a HUGE, beautiful birthday cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And a few days after your birthmom and grandma visited you one last time, with a birthday present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are so many people that love you, Charlie Lu Kao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we are so thankful that God chose us to be your family forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V9FeS6eSueA/Tq9VEZzmN7I/AAAAAAAADxY/cmmJmoLFIHs/s1600/76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669843990017882034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V9FeS6eSueA/Tq9VEZzmN7I/AAAAAAAADxY/cmmJmoLFIHs/s320/76.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-7640289567381006718?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/7640289567381006718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=7640289567381006718' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/7640289567381006718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/7640289567381006718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/10/family.html' title='A Family'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V9FeS6eSueA/Tq9VEZzmN7I/AAAAAAAADxY/cmmJmoLFIHs/s72-c/76.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-3768330988723088828</id><published>2011-10-31T05:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T07:22:53.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Charlie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My baby boy is 6. Doesn't that sound older? 5 still sounds little, but 6 sounds like he's growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone found the key to keeping kids little?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Char was very happy about his birthday and was smiley all morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvOOp1MHrCg/Tq6A5tjSoQI/AAAAAAAADxM/wXFhGVQ4CoU/s1600/oct11%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669610709874548994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvOOp1MHrCg/Tq6A5tjSoQI/AAAAAAAADxM/wXFhGVQ4CoU/s320/oct11%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He thought his birthday card was cool...with Star Wars stickers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-donR5tNVe2c/Tq6A5Z2KqNI/AAAAAAAADxA/KcaKBdl7wGE/s1600/oct11%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669610704585009362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-donR5tNVe2c/Tq6A5Z2KqNI/AAAAAAAADxA/KcaKBdl7wGE/s320/oct11%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His favorite gift of the morning...his "Ipod."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KTGJS7_4Q50/Tq6A4RN7dHI/AAAAAAAADw0/94rCNtV0MtM/s1600/oct11%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669610685088887922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KTGJS7_4Q50/Tq6A4RN7dHI/AAAAAAAADw0/94rCNtV0MtM/s320/oct11%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can just read this thoughts...this is a mom gift...looks like a fancy way to disguise school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hBsb3kYUKmU/Tq6A4HVKP6I/AAAAAAAADwk/6YeP8I0au4k/s1600/oct11%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669610682434863010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hBsb3kYUKmU/Tq6A4HVKP6I/AAAAAAAADwk/6YeP8I0au4k/s320/oct11%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmmmm...what could it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8z7QhYNaeN4/Tq6A30MejTI/AAAAAAAADwc/LpR9CjGKFOs/s1600/oct11%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669610677298171186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8z7QhYNaeN4/Tq6A30MejTI/AAAAAAAADwc/LpR9CjGKFOs/s320/oct11%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why, it's the armor of God! Eph. 6:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9e6DcCEkBw/Tq538nrum_I/AAAAAAAADwQ/AufBPz_fwaU/s1600/oct11%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669600864234281970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9e6DcCEkBw/Tq538nrum_I/AAAAAAAADwQ/AufBPz_fwaU/s320/oct11%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amarin made Char a pop-up, Star Wars card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WbQO_qdwf6k/Tq538PxMuTI/AAAAAAAADwE/jClvwnB94Lo/s1600/oct11%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669600857814776114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WbQO_qdwf6k/Tq538PxMuTI/AAAAAAAADwE/jClvwnB94Lo/s320/oct11%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob found a bionicle for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kr044tBxNg0/Tq5373QDG1I/AAAAAAAADv4/7Hb0oQ1e7a4/s1600/oct11%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669600851233282898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kr044tBxNg0/Tq5373QDG1I/AAAAAAAADv4/7Hb0oQ1e7a4/s320/oct11%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the look of the day. Daddy downloaded VeggieTale Praise and Worship music for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure about the rest of you, but I'm likin' this idea. Not that I don't enjoy a bunch of vegetables singing...all day...every day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EHhfLsif2Ac/Tq537t7h2XI/AAAAAAAADvo/rB0xP82gT0k/s1600/oct11%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669600848731298162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EHhfLsif2Ac/Tq537t7h2XI/AAAAAAAADvo/rB0xP82gT0k/s320/oct11%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a special day...headphones allowed during meal time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pDIaz6wOpxE/Tq537WGfLbI/AAAAAAAADvg/Ex8VB5VRJ5k/s1600/oct11%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669600842334809522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pDIaz6wOpxE/Tq537WGfLbI/AAAAAAAADvg/Ex8VB5VRJ5k/s320/oct11%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Later, family and friends came over to celebrate Char and Amarin's birthday. Amarin's isn't until November, so more on his later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D4FFFf86Z-8/Tq5y-x6DOtI/AAAAAAAADvU/jav4hwDn6x8/s1600/oct11%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669595403780307666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D4FFFf86Z-8/Tq5y-x6DOtI/AAAAAAAADvU/jav4hwDn6x8/s320/oct11%2B029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma and Jenna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a6VgrkM9Z3U/Tq5y-ieKqQI/AAAAAAAADvI/iDoWEHFw5SU/s1600/oct11%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669595399636822274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a6VgrkM9Z3U/Tq5y-ieKqQI/AAAAAAAADvI/iDoWEHFw5SU/s320/oct11%2B032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Note the guys on Char's cake. He decorated it himself...and it looks like they just landed in quicksand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uuNd70XE7Co/Tq5y-PunGDI/AAAAAAAADu8/M1A_VWZYjOw/s1600/oct11%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669595394605520946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uuNd70XE7Co/Tq5y-PunGDI/AAAAAAAADu8/M1A_VWZYjOw/s320/oct11%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy boys...can't remember what was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SrnI4zXCnqA/Tq5y9qyD5BI/AAAAAAAADuw/CGeo5F2rNJY/s1600/oct11%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669595384687879186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SrnI4zXCnqA/Tq5y9qyD5BI/AAAAAAAADuw/CGeo5F2rNJY/s320/oct11%2B036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blowing out their candles! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--60eBF_vPY0/Tq5y9Q_O4OI/AAAAAAAADuk/RVz_K06eHmU/s1600/oct11%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669595377763803362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--60eBF_vPY0/Tq5y9Q_O4OI/AAAAAAAADuk/RVz_K06eHmU/s320/oct11%2B038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy birthday, Char. We love you so much and you are growing to be such a funny, smart, and loving little boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-3768330988723088828?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/3768330988723088828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=3768330988723088828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/3768330988723088828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/3768330988723088828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-birthday-charlie.html' title='Happy Birthday, Charlie!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZvOOp1MHrCg/Tq6A5tjSoQI/AAAAAAAADxM/wXFhGVQ4CoU/s72-c/oct11%2B007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-426268590711790666</id><published>2011-10-29T07:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T08:03:23.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decking the halls already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Absolutely, it is that time of year already to wrap Christmas presents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For &lt;a href="http://www.samaritanspurse.org/index.php/OCC/Pack_A_Shoe_Box/?hometab"&gt;Samaritan's Purse, Operation Christmas Child&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never heard of it? Click on the link and read all about the organization started by Franklin Graham, the son of Billy Graham.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids and I have had fun shopping for and preparing 10 boxes this year...5 girls, and 5 boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We found stuffed toys, toothbrushes, toothpastes, combs, lip glosses, play jewelry, balls, cars, dinosaurs, and lollis to fill these boxes. And they each have a Christmas card that says "Jesus Loves You," with a photo of one of the our kiddos. Monday night, we're having friends over, and the kids are all going to make cross necklaces to put in the boxes, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A couple nights ago, the biggest boys and I wrapped the boxes. Jacob even put in some Charlie Brown Christmas songs. This has to be the earliest I have ever listened to Christmas music!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yJNCxASAwVI/TqvlIEtFUqI/AAAAAAAADuU/_3HoO1QA8f8/s1600/oct11%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668876482840449698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yJNCxASAwVI/TqvlIEtFUqI/AAAAAAAADuU/_3HoO1QA8f8/s320/oct11%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, we needed nurishment for all of this work...hence, the popcorn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ujNWI1KcsAM/TqvlHij7ViI/AAAAAAAADuI/gD1WFqniiYw/s1600/oct11%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668876473675240994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ujNWI1KcsAM/TqvlHij7ViI/AAAAAAAADuI/gD1WFqniiYw/s320/oct11%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tah-dah! 10 boxes...stuffed, wrapped, banded, and labeled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fmsl7u4CY2Y/TqvlHFcRxoI/AAAAAAAADt8/f9OfO3n9xUs/s1600/oct11%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668876465858528898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fmsl7u4CY2Y/TqvlHFcRxoI/AAAAAAAADt8/f9OfO3n9xUs/s320/oct11%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is so cool...we could print off labels from the Samaritan's Purse website so we can track our boxes and know to which country they go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dnfP68w4d-g/TqvlGlvjPkI/AAAAAAAADtw/PxQxAr6LVXM/s1600/oct11%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668876457349430850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dnfP68w4d-g/TqvlGlvjPkI/AAAAAAAADtw/PxQxAr6LVXM/s320/oct11%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's still time to fill a shoebox as National Collection Week is not until Nov. 14-21., and there are drop-off locations all over the place. No doubt, there is one very close to your home. If you're interested in packing a shoe box, click &lt;a href="http://www.samaritanspurse.org/index.php/OCC/Pack_A_Shoe_Box/?hometab"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; and you'll find all of the details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-426268590711790666?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/426268590711790666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=426268590711790666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/426268590711790666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/426268590711790666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/10/decking-halls-already.html' title='Decking the halls already?'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yJNCxASAwVI/TqvlIEtFUqI/AAAAAAAADuU/_3HoO1QA8f8/s72-c/oct11%2B006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-5494968742236846831</id><published>2011-10-28T15:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T15:52:10.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Heidi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laura had a dance at school today with her friends and teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She dressed up like Heidi. Yes, I know Heidi wasn't born in China...but I think our Heidi is cuter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Heidi was running from the camera...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FqkN2T5Y54s/TqsCIBWbmCI/AAAAAAAADtk/k7L5dVJAjZM/s1600/oct11%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668626892800628770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FqkN2T5Y54s/TqsCIBWbmCI/AAAAAAAADtk/k7L5dVJAjZM/s320/oct11%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so we had to corner her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-smSe2z7lxxY/TqsCHS-dzlI/AAAAAAAADtY/KmRJv3sUXno/s1600/oct11%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668626880352079442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-smSe2z7lxxY/TqsCHS-dzlI/AAAAAAAADtY/KmRJv3sUXno/s320/oct11%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the help of her big brother, Jacob!&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe that 5 years ago, these were the only two kids in our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-npbzrKQtLbI/TqsCHA--JgI/AAAAAAAADtM/3ll_2TViKMk/s1600/oct11%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668626875522360834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-npbzrKQtLbI/TqsCHA--JgI/AAAAAAAADtM/3ll_2TViKMk/s320/oct11%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-5494968742236846831?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/5494968742236846831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=5494968742236846831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5494968742236846831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5494968742236846831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/10/introducing-heidi.html' title='Introducing Heidi'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FqkN2T5Y54s/TqsCIBWbmCI/AAAAAAAADtk/k7L5dVJAjZM/s72-c/oct11%2B010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-8050188049467349798</id><published>2011-10-27T12:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T13:04:31.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He did it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My littlest boy. My dynamo child. Mr. Energy. Mr. I-have-to-do-it-my-way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr. Look-out-world-'cause-here-I-come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God gave this boy a very strong personality, and I know it will serve him well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even with this never-ending supply of will and might and energy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he sat down (key word here is "sat") and learned to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And he did it just like he learned to use the potty...on his terms...when he wanted and when he was ready...and then BOOM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so proud of you, Char!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nQbc6HXTrf4/TqmMpk8ROgI/AAAAAAAADtA/GzGepoY-yk8/s1600/oct11%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668216251941468674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nQbc6HXTrf4/TqmMpk8ROgI/AAAAAAAADtA/GzGepoY-yk8/s320/oct11%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-8050188049467349798?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/8050188049467349798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=8050188049467349798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/8050188049467349798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/8050188049467349798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/10/he-did-it.html' title='He did it!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nQbc6HXTrf4/TqmMpk8ROgI/AAAAAAAADtA/GzGepoY-yk8/s72-c/oct11%2B006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-1525726307167265757</id><published>2011-10-26T12:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T13:32:57.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Cookin' Wednesday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's Wednesday! Time to share a favorite recipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It all started with 2 little pumpkins. I'd never cooked pumpkin before. I just bought the cans, which worked fine, and never thought any more about it. But I read how healthy pumpkin is, so I bought two little baking pumpkins, threw them in the oven for an hour, and voila! I had cooked pumpkin. A lot...of cooked pumpkin. I did want to eat some of it mashed with butter, salt, and pepper. But I needed to use it in another way, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found this AWESOME recipe for pumpkin bars on the F**dnetwork website.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/pumpkin-bars-recipe/index.html"&gt;http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/pumpkin-bars-recipe/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had to make some changes so we could all enjoy it, and it turned out really, really good. As a matter of fact, Charlie wants me to make it for his birthday this Sunday. And I think it turned out more like cake than bars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the changes I made:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. I used fresh pumpkin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. I didn't put icing on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. I used brown rice flour instead of all-purpose (same measurement).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. I used 1 1/4 cup honey instead of sugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. I cut the oil down to 10 tablespoons (because I used honey and it would have been to soupy with all the liquid).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking forward to eating it again this weekend!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-1525726307167265757?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/1525726307167265757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=1525726307167265757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/1525726307167265757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/1525726307167265757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/10/whats-cookin-wednesday.html' title='What&apos;s Cookin&apos; Wednesday?'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-3414355424854801642</id><published>2011-10-25T17:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T19:02:34.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who's Going to Russia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, not the 5 kids, but I bet I had some of you goin'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See all of these beanies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iYREls_50R8/TqcvHK_FIoI/AAAAAAAADs0/2hQjoy8vtMk/s1600/oct11%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667550456323580546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iYREls_50R8/TqcvHK_FIoI/AAAAAAAADs0/2hQjoy8vtMk/s320/oct11%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are 31 of them, and they're heading to Russia with&lt;a href="http://www.ourjourneytoonelife.blogspot.com/?zx=4db788907d40ec0d"&gt; the Plummer family&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They finally rec'd their last court approval to bring home their babies, and they will be traveling very, very soon, back to the orphanages. These beanies will hopefully make some children very happy!&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/4178475540205180708-3414355424854801642?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/3414355424854801642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=3414355424854801642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/3414355424854801642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/3414355424854801642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/10/guess-whos-going-to-russia.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s Going to Russia?'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iYREls_50R8/TqcvHK_FIoI/AAAAAAAADs0/2hQjoy8vtMk/s72-c/oct11%2B003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-3906585145067679591</id><published>2011-10-23T17:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T17:22:48.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>100% Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is so much fun seeing the world through this pair of "girly-girl" eyes. She loves everything pink and purple (still not sure why she chose that yellow cast), sparkly, shimmery, lacy, frilly, and bejeweled. Right after her surgery, her grandma bought her some princess shoes to wear after her feet healed. And wear them she can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Notice how she's holding on so she doesn't stumble in the heels?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yes, the jeans do say "princess" on the pocket. What else?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vRcdIqCYYk0/TqSDmeMFYZI/AAAAAAAADso/x6F8qFcxgz4/s1600/oct11%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666798928100942226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vRcdIqCYYk0/TqSDmeMFYZI/AAAAAAAADso/x6F8qFcxgz4/s320/oct11%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let's get a closer look...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cyNiE5EFB5E/TqSDlpM0poI/AAAAAAAADsc/SXbmNau74Wc/s1600/oct11%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666798913876960898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cyNiE5EFB5E/TqSDlpM0poI/AAAAAAAADsc/SXbmNau74Wc/s320/oct11%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And her other grandma took her shopping at the toy store, and what does she pick?&lt;br /&gt;A pink vacuum!&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you, she scoured the girly-aisles and aisles of toys, touching everything, ooohing and ahhhing over all the prilly things. I think it made grandma's day to know she has another granddaughter that LOVES to shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sIaeltCYTAU/TqSDlGJ7RBI/AAAAAAAADsQ/Q2OSGjSMCSk/s1600/oct11%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666798904469570578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sIaeltCYTAU/TqSDlGJ7RBI/AAAAAAAADsQ/Q2OSGjSMCSk/s320/oct11%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4178475540205180708-3906585145067679591?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/3906585145067679591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=3906585145067679591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/3906585145067679591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/3906585145067679591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/10/100-girl.html' title='100% Girl'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vRcdIqCYYk0/TqSDmeMFYZI/AAAAAAAADso/x6F8qFcxgz4/s72-c/oct11%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-3439673963240816653</id><published>2011-10-20T16:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T17:08:54.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Piggies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last week Daddy signed Jenna's cast. Her first signature. I'm just not big on writing all over a cast. But it was time because today the cast was coming off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u0C_G6TO2_s/TqCIPPy7FZI/AAAAAAAADsE/O7B98zf5pMQ/s1600/oct11%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665678126751618450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u0C_G6TO2_s/TqCIPPy7FZI/AAAAAAAADsE/O7B98zf5pMQ/s320/oct11%2B025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today we headed to the dr.'s office, ready to get this thing off and wear two "prilly" shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She brought her bag with another ruffly sock and her other patent shoe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QrCZA-7sOrE/TqCIO_6zQUI/AAAAAAAADr4/Uw5XP02E6TY/s1600/oct11%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665678122489692482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QrCZA-7sOrE/TqCIO_6zQUI/AAAAAAAADr4/Uw5XP02E6TY/s320/oct11%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We watched videos online about getting the cast off, the saw thing-a-ma-bob, the noise, etc. She was in tears last night, not wanting it to be removed. But today, with her brothers standing around, she was as brave as could be, and even giggled because it tickled her toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x_MD-Z4yGUA/TqCG8mENZeI/AAAAAAAADrs/lwq2LLH0Ym0/s1600/oct11%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665676706800559586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x_MD-Z4yGUA/TqCG8mENZeI/AAAAAAAADrs/lwq2LLH0Ym0/s320/oct11%2B038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This gal did such a fine job. She was a bit nervous, we could tell. But was very sweet and efficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sRj3rZsC6cI/TqCG8Rc5nKI/AAAAAAAADrg/jxGhI7SeGIc/s1600/oct11%2B039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665676701266975906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sRj3rZsC6cI/TqCG8Rc5nKI/AAAAAAAADrg/jxGhI7SeGIc/s320/oct11%2B039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next, she cut the fabric that was below the cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIOkOhJToe4/TqCG8O5eNdI/AAAAAAAADrU/q5hS-KAjeYs/s1600/oct11%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665676700581508562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OIOkOhJToe4/TqCG8O5eNdI/AAAAAAAADrU/q5hS-KAjeYs/s320/oct11%2B040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Done! But boy was her leg itchy! She had such dry skin on her leg, and she itched and itched it so much, I think 1/2 of her skin cells were left in the office!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dr. came in and gave her the all-clear. No x-rays, no follow-up needed. Just go home and play in the bath tub (finally no more baths in the kitchen sink), clean off that leg, and put on some lotion. I think I'll go with straight coconut oil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xo-Ngd1le2M/TqCG7ntA5HI/AAAAAAAADrI/tCqy02maKis/s1600/oct11%2B042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665676690060272754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xo-Ngd1le2M/TqCG7ntA5HI/AAAAAAAADrI/tCqy02maKis/s320/oct11%2B042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As we waited for the dr., we looked outside. We are sure that those were little snowflakes falling...or awfully white raindrops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sKdAUTeADRU/TqCG7XszcTI/AAAAAAAADq8/wzBl_EUycu4/s1600/oct11%2B043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665676685764423986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sKdAUTeADRU/TqCG7XszcTI/AAAAAAAADq8/wzBl_EUycu4/s320/oct11%2B043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-3439673963240816653?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/3439673963240816653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=3439673963240816653' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/3439673963240816653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/3439673963240816653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/10/perfect-piggies.html' title='Perfect Piggies'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u0C_G6TO2_s/TqCIPPy7FZI/AAAAAAAADsE/O7B98zf5pMQ/s72-c/oct11%2B025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-7095280034638410031</id><published>2011-10-19T06:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T08:12:18.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Cookin' Wednesday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to try something new on Wednesdays. I'm inspired by my friend, &lt;a href="http://www.fiskerellibellies.com/"&gt;Kristin&lt;/a&gt;, who shares some wonderful recipes, frugal tips, and a knack for being organized. However, her very yummy sounding food is not always on our diet radar. I'm bummed. The &lt;a href="http://www.fiskerellibellies.com/2011/10/snickers-cheesecake.html"&gt;Snickers Cheesecake &lt;/a&gt;sounds good enough to devour in one sitting...by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My plan is to share, each Wednesday, a recipe that we love and that follows our diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Note: I'm not on a soap-box, but just sharing what we've learned these past months and have seen obvious health improvements. Every family needs to eat the way they feel comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To begin with, corn products and sugars (minus a little honey) are big no-nos here. Not to say that we don't have the occassional bowl (or two) of popcorn or the sweet treat, but it's rare, and totally off limits for Charlie &amp;amp; Jenna. And we have seen tremendous health improvements in both of them because of it. I have to read ingredients on everything...no corn syrup, high fructose corn syrup, dextrose, dextrin, maltodextrin, corn starch, sorbitol, vegetable starches, vegetable oils, fake sugars (which are just a bunch of chemicals anyway that shouldn't be part of a diet), margarine (would you munch on a plastic bowl? It's one chemical concoction away), sugar, brown sugar, white grains, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's amazing what's in the food on the shelf, and how much of it we can't eat. I heard once that if you want to eat healthy, shop for your groceries on the outside walls and stay out of the middle aisles. True. There are some aisles that I don't even bother with anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That all said, here's a recipe I just tried yesterday and we all loved it for a snack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chewy Granola Bars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/2 cup nut or seed butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/3 cup honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/4 cup coconut oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 cup oats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 cup a combination of your favorites: shredded coconut, nuts, seeds, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melt nut/seed butter in a saucepan along with the oil and honey. Remove from heat and add remaining ingredients. Pour and press into an 8x8 or 9x4 pan and chill for two hours. Cut into bars, wrap individually in plastic wrap, and store in the refrigerator for a quick, healthy snack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-7095280034638410031?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/7095280034638410031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=7095280034638410031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/7095280034638410031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/7095280034638410031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/10/whats-eating-you-wednesday.html' title='What&apos;s Cookin&apos; Wednesday?'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-284507849790278770</id><published>2011-10-15T08:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T14:33:17.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our new fall/school photos arrived in the mail already today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love pulling the prior year's photos off the wall, putting the new ones next to them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and seeing how much the kids have changed right before our eyes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obviously, Jenna's has changed tremendously. Unfortunately, the exact photo I had hanging on the wall is no where to be found on disc. I know it's somewhere, but I'm tech-impaired. This one is close to it...but in this one she has a little smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When Jenna saw her "old" photo, she told me that she wasn't happy then. She was sad because she didn't have a mama and daddy. This coming from a 4 year old's mouth...remembering her feelings in the orphanage. How my heart breaks for the millions of children still waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-en6-95l0ye8/TpnPjKOHg2I/AAAAAAAADqs/KihlnJ2WUGc/s1600/Natalie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663786209341047650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-en6-95l0ye8/TpnPjKOHg2I/AAAAAAAADqs/KihlnJ2WUGc/s320/Natalie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now look at her...smiling, confident, vibrant, full of vip-and-vinegar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And loud. Have I mentioned that she's LOUD? I truly see her singing and dancing on stage someday...with no need of a microphone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What amazing changes we have seen over the past 9 months in this princess. Our family just wasn't complete without her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8UKI5lUEK6c/TpnPi2UrirI/AAAAAAAADqk/mvg-lbbEK6Q/s1600/oct11%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663786203999865522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8UKI5lUEK6c/TpnPi2UrirI/AAAAAAAADqk/mvg-lbbEK6Q/s320/oct11%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-284507849790278770?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/284507849790278770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=284507849790278770' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/284507849790278770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/284507849790278770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-was-sad.html' title='I Was Sad'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-en6-95l0ye8/TpnPjKOHg2I/AAAAAAAADqs/KihlnJ2WUGc/s72-c/Natalie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-9109309121153191718</id><published>2011-10-09T12:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T12:13:47.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Fall Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take a look at the right sidebar. I took new school photos of the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They just keep growing up, don't they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-9109309121153191718?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/9109309121153191718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=9109309121153191718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/9109309121153191718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/9109309121153191718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-fall-photos.html' title='New Fall Photos'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-6073024588757473106</id><published>2011-10-08T16:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T17:04:46.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Captive Audience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little girls talk...a lot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never realized how much until I started sitting on the receiving &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;end of the never-ending-one-sided-dialogue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't get me wrong. I'm glad she's talking, and her English is coming along amazingly well. I'm just glad she's found another captive audience that won't compete for air-space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VYSH8gArDjk/TpC1XZvtJUI/AAAAAAAADp0/DDTEJ75N1DA/s1600/oct11%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661224145257309506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VYSH8gArDjk/TpC1XZvtJUI/AAAAAAAADp0/DDTEJ75N1DA/s320/oct11%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-6073024588757473106?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/6073024588757473106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=6073024588757473106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/6073024588757473106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/6073024588757473106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/10/captive-audience.html' title='Captive Audience'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VYSH8gArDjk/TpC1XZvtJUI/AAAAAAAADp0/DDTEJ75N1DA/s72-c/oct11%2B003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-1352031384767492446</id><published>2011-09-27T09:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T10:08:15.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Purge &amp; Fundraise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, it is time to purge our home...again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are moving, but more on that later. One day/post at a time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But we also have friends bringing home&lt;a href="http://reecesrainbow.org/?s=plummer"&gt; two sweeties from Russia &lt;/a&gt;who have designer genes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garage sale time with two purposes...purge and fundraise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charlie sat in his corner, in charge of water sales. Unfortunately the weather was more suited to selling hot cocoa and coffee. He sold 3 bottles...2 were to Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5NVix7pA6iA/ToHUuY811OI/AAAAAAAADps/ZDt0jttwaEc/s1600/sept11%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657036500390761698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5NVix7pA6iA/ToHUuY811OI/AAAAAAAADps/ZDt0jttwaEc/s320/sept11%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During the down-times, Amarin drew...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3nw0U_n2Hdo/ToHUtm0wWYI/AAAAAAAADpk/8RlVtLSZ7CE/s1600/sept11%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657036486935075202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3nw0U_n2Hdo/ToHUtm0wWYI/AAAAAAAADpk/8RlVtLSZ7CE/s320/sept11%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tL7wvwL9L94/ToHSmDOUz3I/AAAAAAAADpc/xemuXQUI4LI/s1600/sept11%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657034158096306034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tL7wvwL9L94/ToHSmDOUz3I/AAAAAAAADpc/xemuXQUI4LI/s320/sept11%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Charlie sipped hot tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XbLUaDFwaCQ/ToHSleOKe5I/AAAAAAAADpU/tNeF_H2tlmk/s1600/sept11%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657034148163517330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XbLUaDFwaCQ/ToHSleOKe5I/AAAAAAAADpU/tNeF_H2tlmk/s320/sept11%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jenna helped out with water sales on day two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mn51QM9dVhw/ToHSk4Hxo7I/AAAAAAAADpM/Vl_kf9fWlWY/s1600/sept11%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657034137936176050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mn51QM9dVhw/ToHSk4Hxo7I/AAAAAAAADpM/Vl_kf9fWlWY/s320/sept11%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Laura was her cute self...until she started pulling everything off the tables!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't you just see the stinker-look in her eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GgJGVrUndlU/ToHSklwcOrI/AAAAAAAADpE/TNSd0RH3br0/s1600/sept11%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657034133006465714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GgJGVrUndlU/ToHSklwcOrI/AAAAAAAADpE/TNSd0RH3br0/s320/sept11%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, on day 2, the sun came out and warmed the air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew I was in good hands with all of these protectors in the vicinity...especially the one wearing the swim mask and snorkel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you just love kids and their imaginations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TeGkya0JrT4/ToHSkIMLQWI/AAAAAAAADo8/hDNOYt_BOVc/s1600/sept11%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657034125069730146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TeGkya0JrT4/ToHSkIMLQWI/AAAAAAAADo8/hDNOYt_BOVc/s320/sept11%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-1352031384767492446?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/1352031384767492446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=1352031384767492446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/1352031384767492446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/1352031384767492446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/09/purge-fundraise.html' title='Purge &amp; Fundraise'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5NVix7pA6iA/ToHUuY811OI/AAAAAAAADps/ZDt0jttwaEc/s72-c/sept11%2B005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-4974355663590475856</id><published>2011-09-25T20:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T21:06:56.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Within 2 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...this little girl went from being afraid to put any weight on her feet, to being excited to move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Help me walk, Mama!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ssTljd_OGyc/Tn_KXBJtgyI/AAAAAAAADo0/oeusGWDIn9Q/s1600/sept11%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656462153795601186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ssTljd_OGyc/Tn_KXBJtgyI/AAAAAAAADo0/oeusGWDIn9Q/s320/sept11%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Are you catching this, Jacob?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7MiCQwF9prQ/Tn_KWztNdQI/AAAAAAAADos/gqecwWHtLvI/s1600/sept11%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656462150186398978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7MiCQwF9prQ/Tn_KWztNdQI/AAAAAAAADos/gqecwWHtLvI/s320/sept11%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watch me stand up by myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4IlHs67qPw/Tn_KWp3L92I/AAAAAAAADok/29BglrMOOeA/s1600/sept11%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656462147543889762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4IlHs67qPw/Tn_KWp3L92I/AAAAAAAADok/29BglrMOOeA/s320/sept11%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and no hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pP6eoUk7bIM/Tn_KWe9l3_I/AAAAAAAADoc/a4OoL6bXt-o/s1600/sept11%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656462144617963506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pP6eoUk7bIM/Tn_KWe9l3_I/AAAAAAAADoc/a4OoL6bXt-o/s320/sept11%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now she's walking short distances around the house by herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I have to pick up a cast shoe so she doesn't slip and fall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so she can walk around outside and around town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have places to go and things to do, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DCWtJEQ225s/Tn_KWcRkEdI/AAAAAAAADoU/exCz3DH5Cbg/s1600/sept11%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656462143896424914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DCWtJEQ225s/Tn_KWcRkEdI/AAAAAAAADoU/exCz3DH5Cbg/s320/sept11%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-4974355663590475856?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/4974355663590475856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=4974355663590475856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4974355663590475856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4974355663590475856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/09/within-2-days.html' title='Within 2 Days'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ssTljd_OGyc/Tn_KXBJtgyI/AAAAAAAADo0/oeusGWDIn9Q/s72-c/sept11%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-4167645732869524297</id><published>2011-09-23T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T14:02:08.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura's Brave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;No more words needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oitiaFCh-rQ/TnzJbHVp3OI/AAAAAAAADoM/YeEQxo8fcWY/s1600/Laura_snake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655616699734023394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oitiaFCh-rQ/TnzJbHVp3OI/AAAAAAAADoM/YeEQxo8fcWY/s320/Laura_snake.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-4167645732869524297?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/4167645732869524297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=4167645732869524297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4167645732869524297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4167645732869524297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/09/lauras-brave.html' title='Laura&apos;s Brave'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oitiaFCh-rQ/TnzJbHVp3OI/AAAAAAAADoM/YeEQxo8fcWY/s72-c/Laura_snake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-5385167520646991539</id><published>2011-09-22T19:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T20:11:33.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New digs for the girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deep breath, please. And this day is done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's see...homeschooled 3 kids before 10,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...packed a special diet lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...pounded in garage sale signs around our area&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...made dinner ahead of time so we can eat as soon as we get home tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...dropped two boys off at friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...oops...quick stop at the bank...almost forgot change for the garage sale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...drove one hour to get Laura's new braces fitted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...waited 1.5 hours for them to make necessary changes (they do a great job!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...drove like a crazy mom to the medical building 9 miles away because we're running late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...prayed for a convenient parking spot in a crazy busy parking structure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...thanked Jacob again and again for helping with two girls in strollers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...waited 1/2 hour for Jenna's appt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...rebuked the (moron) gal who showed us to our room who assumed Jenna's case &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...comforted a sobbing Jenna as the dr. took off her bandages...she was so scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...informed the dr. about comments from prementioned moron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...checked out and headed for an icecream treat for everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...and didn't find one until we were almost home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...picked up two boys and a bushel of tomatoes that I need to can this weekend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...came home and threw dinner in the oven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...organized a few more things for the garage sale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...fed everyone dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...helped Jacob care for the neighbor's cats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...gave the boys haircuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...showered Char&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...washed Jenna's foot that's not bandaged and rubbed lotion on her dry little leg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...gave the girls vitamins for their colds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...tucked little ones in for the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...prepped Laura's clothes and lunch for school tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...cleaned up kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...and soon, I will fall into bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just thankful that I'm able to do all of this, have a van that runs well, friends that are around the corner to help, professionals that are great at their job (minus the moron), easy prep meals, and warm weather to be out and about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, now, just look at these girls with their new braces and cast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laura's braces are great. One is a little taller than the other now to help her use both legs equally. And now we get to go shopping for new shoes since she has bigger braces! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for Jenna Mei, she chose a bright yellow cast. I couldn't believe that she didn't pick pink or purple! But she was sure she wanted yellow, so that's what she got! Her feet look great, are much less swollen than the dr. had anticipated, and are healing very well. She should be out of her cast in one month. She's afraid to walk on her feet even though the dr. told her she could. But she's scooting all over the floor, and down stairs. It won't take her long, I'm sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3UiD2A8AjAM/TnvKEHIXpuI/AAAAAAAADoE/pDwXUp2Y5-w/s1600/sept11%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655335929076229858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3UiD2A8AjAM/TnvKEHIXpuI/AAAAAAAADoE/pDwXUp2Y5-w/s320/sept11%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qPQ93zUf5as/TnvKDpZJW_I/AAAAAAAADn8/Ig0B08uacRE/s1600/sept11%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655335921093532658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qPQ93zUf5as/TnvKDpZJW_I/AAAAAAAADn8/Ig0B08uacRE/s320/sept11%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-5385167520646991539?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/5385167520646991539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=5385167520646991539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5385167520646991539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5385167520646991539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-digs-for-girls.html' title='New digs for the girls'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3UiD2A8AjAM/TnvKEHIXpuI/AAAAAAAADoE/pDwXUp2Y5-w/s72-c/sept11%2B004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-2384165906201482306</id><published>2011-09-19T12:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T13:11:04.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrestling an octopus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess who got to dodge a day of school today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy, some kids really go the extreme to stay home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ha...hardly true...this girl loves to get on that school bus each morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I got a call from Laura's teacher this morning saying that Laura took a fall while walking to her locker with a friend. She hit her head and there was some bleeding, and the nurse wanted to me take a look at it. Oh, and she was fine as we talked, all nestled in someone's arms. Yep...sounds like my girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So off we trooped to the school, and when we arrived, she was happily eating her pancake snack. We thought it best to have the dr. check out the cut, just in case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, after a TWO HOUR WAIT, (not that I was frustrated or anything), we were told it looked fine, wash it, put some cream on it, and it should heal just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were able to eat lunch together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and I got to wrestle an octopus as I tried to wash her cut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654115129018458802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRNUQNV9ZvA/TndzwMhOorI/AAAAAAAADn0/KpqbYggI9Gs/s320/sept11%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-2384165906201482306?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/2384165906201482306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=2384165906201482306' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/2384165906201482306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/2384165906201482306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/09/wrestling-octopus.html' title='Wrestling an octopus'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRNUQNV9ZvA/TndzwMhOorI/AAAAAAAADn0/KpqbYggI9Gs/s72-c/sept11%2B012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-5571840139180194090</id><published>2011-09-17T21:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T21:07:15.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Michelle, you won the school logbook. Send me a comment with your contact info, and I'll mail it to you! Happy planning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-5571840139180194090?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/5571840139180194090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=5571840139180194090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5571840139180194090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5571840139180194090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/09/winner.html' title='Winner!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-5841361509151210592</id><published>2011-09-13T18:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T19:11:42.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whether you homeschool your children, or if you might be looking for a way to keep your children organized with assignments or chores, this is a great Logbook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is versatile, well put together, and easy to use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you just love practical tools?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have one of these beauties on my desk as I type, and it can be yours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leave a message as to how it might be useful for your family, or maybe a friend's family,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and your name will be entered into the drawing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll draw a name this Saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy this demo video that Corina put together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HASxXx4WkWE" frameborder="0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-5841361509151210592?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/5841361509151210592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=5841361509151210592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5841361509151210592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5841361509151210592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/09/giveaway.html' title='Giveaway!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HASxXx4WkWE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-304732155099053035</id><published>2011-09-11T08:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T08:24:56.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is your...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope? In whom do you trust? What gives you true peace and contentment when times are difficult or when you're having a down day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've had a lot of hospital time this past week with family members, as well as trying to support a couple close friends whose relatives are battling cancer. Now, the 10th anniversary of 9/11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I truly do not know how anyone can cope with life's struggles on their own. How desperate and hopeless it must feel without a strong relationship with God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God has truly been our hope, refuge, and strength through tough times, tough decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 146&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 Praise the Lord!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Praise the Lord, O my soul!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 I will praise the Lord while I live;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will sing praises to my God while I have my being.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 Do not trust in prinecs,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In mortal man, in whom there is no salvation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 His spirit departs, he returns to the earth;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In that very day his thoughts perish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 How blessed is he whose help is the God of Jacob,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whose hope is in the Lord his God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6 Who made heaven and earth,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sea and all that is in them;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who keeps faith forever;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7 Who executes justice for the oppressed;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who gives food to the hungry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lord sets the prisoners free.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8The Lord opens the eyes of the blind;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lord raises up those who are bowed down;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lord loves the righteous;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9 The Lord protects the strangers;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He supports the fatherless and the widow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But He thwarts the way of the wicked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 The Lord will reign forever, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your God, O Zion, to all generations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Praise the Lord!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-304732155099053035?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/304732155099053035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=304732155099053035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/304732155099053035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/304732155099053035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-is-your.html' title='Where is your...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-4598421230146937243</id><published>2011-09-10T07:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T08:03:00.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Comin' Through!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday was the first full day at home after Jenna Mei's surgery. She's doing amazingly well...no complaints at all. Quite frankly, I think I'd be moaning about having to sit all day...er...maybe not. Anyway, she's being a great sport. We're trying to move her around, but her favorite place is in the glider chair in the kitchen, which is where we spend most of our time anyway. She only mentioned that her right foot hurt once (where they took out a bone..ya know...the one she reminded the dr. to throw in the garbage?)...but it was only a little and the meds have kept all else at bay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We did school Friday, too, and she participated in the ice age outside with Char. The history program that we're using this year, Mystery of History, places history within the context of the Bible. Very interesting to learn about how the Ice Age fits into the Bible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ROVbZTmN06k/TmtPHQN3KzI/AAAAAAAADns/UAQlVYmILJU/s1600/sept11%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650697143497206578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ROVbZTmN06k/TmtPHQN3KzI/AAAAAAAADns/UAQlVYmILJU/s320/sept11%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the boys are helping out with Jenna, but Char has been her biggest helper. Such a big heart...a powerful personality...but just as big of a heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O_nq774ysWY/TmtPHScv5EI/AAAAAAAADnk/ZufkYuRPyYA/s1600/sept11%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650697144096515138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O_nq774ysWY/TmtPHScv5EI/AAAAAAAADnk/ZufkYuRPyYA/s320/sept11%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is spending time with her new KaiLan colorforms. She thought it was cool that KaiLan has a tuba just like Jacob!&lt;br /&gt;We have to carry Jenna everywhere...no moving around on her own. So, we scoop her up, and while we carry her she calls out, "Toot, toot! Princess comin' through!"&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KYR8ehshAeE/TmtPGl4UYNI/AAAAAAAADnc/ApERuSEH0GU/s1600/sept11%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650697132132557010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KYR8ehshAeE/TmtPGl4UYNI/AAAAAAAADnc/ApERuSEH0GU/s320/sept11%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4178475540205180708-4598421230146937243?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/4598421230146937243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=4598421230146937243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4598421230146937243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4598421230146937243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/09/princess-comin-through.html' title='Princess Comin&apos; Through!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ROVbZTmN06k/TmtPHQN3KzI/AAAAAAAADns/UAQlVYmILJU/s72-c/sept11%2B003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-5137139702845312615</id><published>2011-09-08T12:27:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T19:31:40.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are home, and Jenna is recovering beautifully from her foot surgeries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me tell you...she is one optimistic, bubbly patient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For days ahead, she was excited to get her silly medicine, and for this whole experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The night before, she had her bunny purse, teddy bear, and backpack (stuffed...such a packrat) in anticipation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And here she is with Daddy at the entrance of the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650040525004366802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K4S6Ywdxl5E/Tmj57BtyY9I/AAAAAAAADnM/Yhoiua4hmAI/s320/sept11%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The bear was there to greet us, and per the nurse at check-in, the guy who took this photo was the VP of the hospital. Royal treatment for the princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650040523630515730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kysf4a2FCD4/Tmj568mPFhI/AAAAAAAADnE/2k9H9p3P3Eg/s320/sept11%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After charming the gals behind the check-in desk, and receiving her new yellow bear, we made it in record time to a pre-op room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She put on her "prilly" dress, hopped up onto the bed, and proceeded to smile at everyone that walked by her room. She also made it known to everyone that came into her room that she was ready for her ride (on the rolling bed), her big medicine, and that the dr. was going to throw her extra bone into the garbage. She even cleared this with the dr. when he came in to see her before surgery. I'm sure he's glad that she reminded him what he was to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650040512027436834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GASmYsFsjBI/Tmj56RX2JyI/AAAAAAAADm8/Rn81gdHTOTs/s320/sept11%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This bone right here, dr. That goes into the garbage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650041081249108146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wRqOyYYpPUk/Tmj6bZ43kLI/AAAAAAAADnU/9Np3mu7N1ZA/s320/sept11%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the many nurses she charmed during her stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IKV1EGkM6xY/Tmj4uZbci-I/AAAAAAAADm0/45u589_rgmE/s1600/sept11%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650039208519961570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IKV1EGkM6xY/Tmj4uZbci-I/AAAAAAAADm0/45u589_rgmE/s320/sept11%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting for her turn to go into surgery. There was a baby in the next room that went in before she did, and we knew we'd be waiting a while. They were about 2.5 hours behind schedule. Thankfully there was a t.v. to keep her occupied. Even with getting very hungry and tired of waiting for her turn, she did very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxlOlSD_iGg/Tmj4t-N4bOI/AAAAAAAADms/Eqj3a0DQK8o/s1600/sept11%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650039201215311074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxlOlSD_iGg/Tmj4t-N4bOI/AAAAAAAADms/Eqj3a0DQK8o/s320/sept11%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken before she even had her silly medicine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gmFYQOMdLrU/Tmj4tcFDzlI/AAAAAAAADmk/_GRyZAwsp3k/s1600/sept11%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650039192051502674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gmFYQOMdLrU/Tmj4tcFDzlI/AAAAAAAADmk/_GRyZAwsp3k/s320/sept11%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reading with Daddy to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sHvoatlf8Gs/Tmj4s5nG7MI/AAAAAAAADmc/0KwJKqpjLfE/s1600/sept11%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650039182799072450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sHvoatlf8Gs/Tmj4s5nG7MI/AAAAAAAADmc/0KwJKqpjLfE/s320/sept11%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watching t.v., and putting on her "lipstick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qLW_8HC5cyA/Tmj4spMGvdI/AAAAAAAADmU/PHHLG_HRPH4/s1600/sept11%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650039178390846930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qLW_8HC5cyA/Tmj4spMGvdI/AAAAAAAADmU/PHHLG_HRPH4/s320/sept11%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She went into surgery at 12:30, escorted by 4 doting nurses who all promised her an extra long ride to the surgerical room, complete with a spin, for waiting so patiently. All smiles, she waved bye to us and off she went. The girl goes where the fun is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;80 minutes later the dr. came out and (after watching the Tigers hit a grand slam on the tv) informed us that her surgery was very successful...oh, and that she charmed everyone in the operating room. Do I see a pattern here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few minutes later, a worker asked just me to come back to the recovery room. Apparently Jenna was very upset. Of course, the first thing I think of is that she thinks she's abandoned again. I couldn't get there fast enough to reassure her. Poor thing was crying so hard while trying to drink a baby bottle with glucose water. She was hungry, waking up from anesthesia, alone, and obviously in pain. They gave her two more doses of meds but they didn't touch the pain. So, off to a room in the pediatric wing for pain management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7faBu3NXlS4/Tmj2qRBz8-I/AAAAAAAADmM/kvBzGCOGZ14/s1600/sept11%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650036938522227682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7faBu3NXlS4/Tmj2qRBz8-I/AAAAAAAADmM/kvBzGCOGZ14/s320/sept11%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank God for morphine! She settled and slept for an hour. See her little bear? His feet were bandaged just like hers while in surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MKNDwMuBkrI/Tmj2pyAo7uI/AAAAAAAADmE/wMtoiu3A_w0/s1600/sept11%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650036930195812066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MKNDwMuBkrI/Tmj2pyAo7uI/AAAAAAAADmE/wMtoiu3A_w0/s320/sept11%2B022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was decided that she and Mama would spend the night at the hospital just in case the pain came back intensely, and morphine would be close. But she didn't need it. She breezed through the night, ate like a trooper at dinner and breakfast, downed some sugary cereals and popsicles, and thoroughly enjoyed herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c5ghpgd8xmY/Tmj2paSdziI/AAAAAAAADl8/n_ZXRWqDNu0/s1600/sept11%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650036923828129314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c5ghpgd8xmY/Tmj2paSdziI/AAAAAAAADl8/n_ZXRWqDNu0/s320/sept11%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once again, she charmed the food delivery person enough that the lady brought her back a strawberry shortcake for dessert. Seriously? No wonder she said she didn't want to go home yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ubECc8diqMc/Tmj2mKTG4aI/AAAAAAAADl0/hIiDdTWF-FA/s1600/sept11%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650036867996246434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ubECc8diqMc/Tmj2mKTG4aI/AAAAAAAADl0/hIiDdTWF-FA/s320/sept11%2B025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While waiting for the guys to pick us up, we went for a ride around the pediatric floor. First class ride in her private wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YGdbNjYCTuw/Tmj2lv05ExI/AAAAAAAADls/M8yjNQzsZt4/s1600/sept11%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650036860890190610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YGdbNjYCTuw/Tmj2lv05ExI/AAAAAAAADls/M8yjNQzsZt4/s320/sept11%2B028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now that we're home and reality has kicked back in, we have to keep her off her feet for 10 days...no standing, walking, weight bearing of any kind. Can I get some morphine for my back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-5137139702845312615?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/5137139702845312615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=5137139702845312615' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5137139702845312615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5137139702845312615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/09/recovering.html' title='Recovering'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K4S6Ywdxl5E/Tmj57BtyY9I/AAAAAAAADnM/Yhoiua4hmAI/s72-c/sept11%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-8351465813834917467</id><published>2011-09-06T13:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T13:33:16.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This little sweetie goes in for foot surgery tomorrow. She has a bone growing horizontally,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pushing on her big toe. It doesn't hurt her, but will prove difficult if it's not removed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she's taking it like such a big girl...excited that she will be able to go buy some "prilly" shoes soon, happy that she will be able to wear the pink cowgirl boots that a friend gave to her, and so excited that she gets to have "silly medicine" to make her feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not to mention that she's heard us tell the boys how they'll need to help her when she gets home. Little princess is making her list, I'm sure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649299431283869922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6XuT5Zr8yU8/TmZX5sd9yOI/AAAAAAAADlc/-hKU1gzDOEg/s320/sept11%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My happy, girly girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Note the color of markers that she chose here...could she find another pink or purple?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--4mexed-a2g/TmZX6M--9bI/AAAAAAAADlk/drca4b-GhSw/s1600/sept11%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649299440012293554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--4mexed-a2g/TmZX6M--9bI/AAAAAAAADlk/drca4b-GhSw/s320/sept11%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-8351465813834917467?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/8351465813834917467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=8351465813834917467' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/8351465813834917467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/8351465813834917467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/09/surgery-tomorrow.html' title='Surgery Tomorrow'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6XuT5Zr8yU8/TmZX5sd9yOI/AAAAAAAADlc/-hKU1gzDOEg/s72-c/sept11%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-2924598030201917038</id><published>2011-08-29T14:55:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T21:26:13.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School days, school days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;5:30 AM came early for me this morning. And the kids staggered out at 6:30. Any other morning they would have been up by now playing. Guessing school may have been a determining factor in their grogginess. But they all were ready to go by 8AM. Homeschool grade levels are always vague since they do a variety of work, but basically Jacob is in 6th, Amarin 4th, Laura 1st, Charlie K, and Jenna Pre-K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646368301400552354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n8j-tYkxAGs/TlvuDewBc6I/AAAAAAAADlE/sVFG-Tu7th8/s320/aug11%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today we did some art...nothing major as this is NOT my forte. But coloring is art, right? This is their character trait chart. They pick a trait on which to work, and then we add stickers to the path as they find success!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646368288990795874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RSP4Nt5oc18/TlvuCwhTmGI/AAAAAAAADk8/sxsZQbEo44U/s320/aug11%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646363359134768514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8Vb15hbFic/TlvpjzYCXYI/AAAAAAAADk0/IRztY6qNP0Y/s320/aug11%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jacob's art project for a while will be his memory/scrapbook of his Father/Son trip to California last April. He enjoyed reminiscing as he started organized over 200 photos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646363351971331826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Xfv9DAVYCk/TlvpjYsI_vI/AAAAAAAADks/6uLwKMxiBoo/s320/aug11%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amarin had Thai this AM for 1.5 hours. His teacher said he's doing great and remembers a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah! And he really enjoys it. I'm so thankful to have found a teacher to help him with his native language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646363346267250674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a18Wx6goJv4/TlvpjDcLn_I/AAAAAAAADkk/6f80MM0pvVs/s320/aug11%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laura has one more week before Ms. Mary puts her to work. We're so glad she'll be back...we missed her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646363340256820914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Euch6MVtfo/TlvpitDLvrI/AAAAAAAADkc/ohKhrIvqmEg/s320/aug11%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Math has a new look for Jacob this year. I had to relinquish my role as his primary math teacher, and hand it over to a DVD teacher. He's doing pre-algebra, and I really want him to understand math, not just "do" the work. So far he likes it. Of course, it has only been one day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and he also said that he likes this year's teacher better than last year's. Um...I think that's a compliment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646363332889761970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-czdYgs58qk0/TlvpiRmvWLI/AAAAAAAADkU/4mZ4BguycBU/s320/aug11%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Mei Mei loves to string beads and make necklaces...for everyone. She still has blanket time for 1/2 hour at a time so I can work with the older kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646356333030929522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5x-AxA0C_ws/TlvjK1GV9HI/AAAAAAAADkM/mTCXNFBMM1o/s320/aug11%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The morning wouldn't be complete without a snack. Do you remember having snack time at school? Me neither. But my kids vow that they will perish if they don't eat something at 10AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646356323518147698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tRuem0XyWCY/TlvjKRqUbHI/AAAAAAAADkE/5w_6K7USXQw/s320/aug11%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom, I am so not into this school thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646356312623433138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9wthCZTtMw8/TlvjJpE0RbI/AAAAAAAADj8/UzGfX8vsz7Y/s320/aug11%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK, well lunchtime is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646356302554028434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3W8bQAsiFAw/TlvjJDkFWZI/AAAAAAAADj0/Jr5U8y9JswY/s320/aug11%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, of course, there is recess!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646356296528029858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--sdmz25J6vg/TlvjItHX6KI/AAAAAAAADjs/o1tftwfNMUI/s320/aug11%2B026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And one of their favorite times of the afternoon...one-on-one with a sibling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, Charlie and Amarin got to spend time together doing an activity of their choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I know the weather outside was beautiful, but PS2 won out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't complain when they're having fun together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646372711413431378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--aDQaPl6w1g/TlvyELVBvFI/AAAAAAAADlU/9-bYGpxpKnY/s320/aug11%2B029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Jacob spent time with Laura...feeding her a snack, taking her for a walk, and playing cars on my bedroom floor together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XgGIKvh2xQs/TlvyDgNuJ4I/AAAAAAAADlM/XCHoGCmcvl4/s1600/aug11%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646372699840063362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XgGIKvh2xQs/TlvyDgNuJ4I/AAAAAAAADlM/XCHoGCmcvl4/s320/aug11%2B034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think it was a pretty successful 1st day of school! On to day 2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-2924598030201917038?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/2924598030201917038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=2924598030201917038' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/2924598030201917038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/2924598030201917038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/08/school-days-school-days.html' title='School days, school days...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n8j-tYkxAGs/TlvuDewBc6I/AAAAAAAADlE/sVFG-Tu7th8/s72-c/aug11%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-6134340290305512774</id><published>2011-08-28T18:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T20:17:51.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The annual balloon festival in our small town was this past weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weather was beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These two little cuties conned someone out of their umbrella so they could have a fort on the balloon field.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9tl1koatAzo/TlrMYaVO8DI/AAAAAAAADjk/ythdy9lJmtg/s1600/aug11%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646049802619646002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9tl1koatAzo/TlrMYaVO8DI/AAAAAAAADjk/ythdy9lJmtg/s320/aug11%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The big boys hanging out and walking around on their own...under subtle watch of us parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They like thinking they have "all this independence." We love the neat kids they keep as friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QZhH88coX24/TlrMX-68MKI/AAAAAAAADjc/8PGvWCGNgFU/s1600/aug11%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646049795261608098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QZhH88coX24/TlrMX-68MKI/AAAAAAAADjc/8PGvWCGNgFU/s320/aug11%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The annual kids' football game while waiting for the balloon field to fill up with trucks and trailers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03K11hzyKCo/TlrMXVXUeiI/AAAAAAAADjU/Tuddr6hZvSc/s1600/aug11%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646049784106351138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-03K11hzyKCo/TlrMXVXUeiI/AAAAAAAADjU/Tuddr6hZvSc/s320/aug11%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And they have arrived! Here they are unloading their baskets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MQWVUuYOCeQ/TlrMW2OQ0xI/AAAAAAAADjM/GN_sEBO0Ekc/s1600/aug11%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646049775746863890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MQWVUuYOCeQ/TlrMW2OQ0xI/AAAAAAAADjM/GN_sEBO0Ekc/s320/aug11%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The lead balloon is going up and spectators love to crowd around to watch. Jenna was pretty freaked out by the fire shooting up into the balloon, and when the balloon started tipping in our direction!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HneLLxRl0gw/TlrJpIgQKLI/AAAAAAAADjE/5YbdUP-0Uw8/s1600/aug11%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646046791356917938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HneLLxRl0gw/TlrJpIgQKLI/AAAAAAAADjE/5YbdUP-0Uw8/s320/aug11%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Firin' up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sibFWarkTZA/TlrJohQ94HI/AAAAAAAADi8/vBGV3IHjoeM/s1600/aug11%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646046780823822450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sibFWarkTZA/TlrJohQ94HI/AAAAAAAADi8/vBGV3IHjoeM/s320/aug11%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And she's off! There was a decent breeze, so it didn't take long for her to fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bgIdFGPKS6k/TlrJoXN43eI/AAAAAAAADi0/pWqbEXkspNQ/s1600/aug11%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646046778126556642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bgIdFGPKS6k/TlrJoXN43eI/AAAAAAAADi0/pWqbEXkspNQ/s320/aug11%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other balloons quickly followed suit. Aren't the colors beautiful? Unfortunately, only 7 balloons total went up this year, compared to over 20 last year. Apparently, the wind up high was pretty strong and the other balloons didn't want to risk it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r5jEEs6oWU8/TlrJn64bm7I/AAAAAAAADis/q9_hZdXEbjA/s1600/aug11%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646046770520366002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r5jEEs6oWU8/TlrJn64bm7I/AAAAAAAADis/q9_hZdXEbjA/s320/aug11%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a crew! Can't get into too much mischief when you're right in front of the fire &amp;amp; rescue (and the police and ambulance were right beside them!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8snqiQiqAA/TlrJnnPlaVI/AAAAAAAADik/LUHmqIzt3gY/s1600/aug11%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646046765248768338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o8snqiQiqAA/TlrJnnPlaVI/AAAAAAAADik/LUHmqIzt3gY/s320/aug11%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-6134340290305512774?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/6134340290305512774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=6134340290305512774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/6134340290305512774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/6134340290305512774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/08/annual-balloon-festival-in-our-small.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9tl1koatAzo/TlrMYaVO8DI/AAAAAAAADjk/ythdy9lJmtg/s72-c/aug11%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-7275707936575157268</id><published>2011-08-25T18:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T17:04:57.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The End is Near</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not that I'm into prophesying, but I do know without a shadow of a doubt, that the summer is quickly coming to an end. As a matter of fact, this weekend for our family is IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School starts, much to their chagrin, on Monday...bright and early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, we may not feel "bright," but we will be up early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only one off the hook is Laura. She gets one more week of playtime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But we're ending on a good note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last weekend we watched a floatdown. Tons of people on rafts, in kayaks, or just floating on their own, down the river.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XYwIcPak03M/TlgEBukLMCI/AAAAAAAADic/XqRR2MV2Mx0/s1600/aug11%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645266560635056162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XYwIcPak03M/TlgEBukLMCI/AAAAAAAADic/XqRR2MV2Mx0/s320/aug11%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we hosted a family BBQ for my Monday night ladies' group/Bible study group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There were a bunch of kiddos, all having a great time! Such good friends and sweet souls.&lt;br /&gt;A couple of us were even talking about arranging marriage between a couple of them...just joking...we'll wait a year or so...:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FminCZm-S-o/TlgEBHaRPeI/AAAAAAAADiU/8SOn4hrmdq0/s1600/aug11%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645266550124527074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FminCZm-S-o/TlgEBHaRPeI/AAAAAAAADiU/8SOn4hrmdq0/s320/aug11%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The men had a chance to talk...rarely happens. I wish they could get together more to support one another. Being a husband/dad/head-of-household is no easy task!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JvaKPaxM7zA/TlgEAlty2LI/AAAAAAAADiM/LTvUk6NjV5A/s1600/aug11%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645266541079615666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JvaKPaxM7zA/TlgEAlty2LI/AAAAAAAADiM/LTvUk6NjV5A/s320/aug11%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course we women always have plenty to chat about...we never seem to run out of things to share no matter how often we meet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Umj9qZ9AYIU/TlgEACKyrdI/AAAAAAAADiE/jlT21UVCKGM/s1600/aug11%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645266531537563090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Umj9qZ9AYIU/TlgEACKyrdI/AAAAAAAADiE/jlT21UVCKGM/s320/aug11%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then it was a trip to the zoo with Daddy, and their cute baby cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n8YL5VTg6J4/TlgBwJztjmI/AAAAAAAADh8/GX7jItmHHJA/s1600/aug11%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645264059687079522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n8YL5VTg6J4/TlgBwJztjmI/AAAAAAAADh8/GX7jItmHHJA/s320/aug11%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob, Jenna, and their little prairie dog friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yu-Z21XdsJA/TlgBvWHXQoI/AAAAAAAADh0/w-xAfeJqXFU/s1600/aug11%2B053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645264045810860674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yu-Z21XdsJA/TlgBvWHXQoI/AAAAAAAADh0/w-xAfeJqXFU/s320/aug11%2B053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob, Charlie, and the chubby little prairie dog who doesn't seem to want to budge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NC_9yKiGVM4/TlgBu0xeFgI/AAAAAAAADhs/uj4NmfS8rAI/s1600/aug11%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645264036860663298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NC_9yKiGVM4/TlgBu0xeFgI/AAAAAAAADhs/uj4NmfS8rAI/s320/aug11%2B058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While most of the kids are not looking forward to starting another school year, one little missy is raring to go! Give her a few days... she'll get the hang of that oh-so-pitiful-back-to-school face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HXGXnE0eekA/TlgBuVE5nOI/AAAAAAAADhk/6T3H-UQiIZo/s1600/aug11%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645264028352224482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HXGXnE0eekA/TlgBuVE5nOI/AAAAAAAADhk/6T3H-UQiIZo/s320/aug11%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few more days of fun, including a beautiful hot air balloon lift-off tomorrow and a BBQ at a friend's house with fireworks, and then it's down to business!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-7275707936575157268?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/7275707936575157268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=7275707936575157268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/7275707936575157268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/7275707936575157268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/08/end-is-near.html' title='The End is Near'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XYwIcPak03M/TlgEBukLMCI/AAAAAAAADic/XqRR2MV2Mx0/s72-c/aug11%2B004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-5743581464622583501</id><published>2011-08-20T16:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T16:53:26.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tea Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Betcha thought I was blogging something political, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We girls actually did go to a teaparty with Grandma, Aunt Julie, and cousin Nicole...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;none of whom are in any of these photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perhaps I would have taken more photos had I taken my camera and not relied on my phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nice job, me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But here are my girly girls. Laura preferred to smile when I didn't have the phone pointed at her. But she still looked so pretty at the tea party! The necklace she's wearing was mine when I was a little girl. Fun sharing those things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDzm7uvqpoM/TlATijq_NgI/AAAAAAAADhc/KWo9dJIzgHg/s1600/teaparty5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643031817507255810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDzm7uvqpoM/TlATijq_NgI/AAAAAAAADhc/KWo9dJIzgHg/s320/teaparty5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jenna has been excited for days about this tea party, and wearing her "prilly" dress. She was just tickled to see the real tea cups and silverware...oh, yeah...and the "all you can eat" scones and sandwiches and little-girl-tea, aka. lemonade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643031802623641714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c_lK6Lt6zfQ/TlAThsOdSHI/AAAAAAAADhM/mwbGaW_RVk4/s320/teaparty2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love that dimple!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there's half of cousin 'Colie. Guess I did capture her in a picture...kind of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BRAc2AK-lj4/TlATiNSSz1I/AAAAAAAADhU/a9ZYyirQ1LM/s1600/teaparty4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643031811498102610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BRAc2AK-lj4/TlATiNSSz1I/AAAAAAAADhU/a9ZYyirQ1LM/s320/teaparty4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, yes. The tea was just splendid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvvC4l1GM00/TlATRF1EueI/AAAAAAAADhE/bFx1bw6lICY/s1600/teaparty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643031517438720482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yvvC4l1GM00/TlATRF1EueI/AAAAAAAADhE/bFx1bw6lICY/s320/teaparty1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-5743581464622583501?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/5743581464622583501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=5743581464622583501' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5743581464622583501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5743581464622583501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/08/tea-party.html' title='The Tea Party'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDzm7uvqpoM/TlATijq_NgI/AAAAAAAADhc/KWo9dJIzgHg/s72-c/teaparty5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-1223964654410916160</id><published>2011-08-12T15:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T15:32:25.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Men at Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes Jamie travels for work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And sometimes when he's gone, "manly" jobs still need to be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like when chains fall off a little brother's bike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nuMNereROz0/TkV8W7B_wvI/AAAAAAAADg8/7UDmmY4u71A/s1600/aug11%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640050841596445426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nuMNereROz0/TkV8W7B_wvI/AAAAAAAADg8/7UDmmY4u71A/s320/aug11%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And even though the boys have never fixed anything like this before...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FOHplNvV7D4/TkV8WR3dGUI/AAAAAAAADg0/-5kxcuXT9EE/s1600/aug11%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640050830546377026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FOHplNvV7D4/TkV8WR3dGUI/AAAAAAAADg0/-5kxcuXT9EE/s320/aug11%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; they figured it out, and proudly displayed their "manly" power.&lt;br /&gt;I can hear Tim-the-tool-man now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo_Embxh3Qc/TkV8V8YGl4I/AAAAAAAADgs/RMxvXkdjMCM/s1600/aug11%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640050824777734018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo_Embxh3Qc/TkV8V8YGl4I/AAAAAAAADgs/RMxvXkdjMCM/s320/aug11%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-1223964654410916160?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/1223964654410916160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=1223964654410916160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/1223964654410916160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/1223964654410916160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/08/men-at-work.html' title='Men at Work'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nuMNereROz0/TkV8W7B_wvI/AAAAAAAADg8/7UDmmY4u71A/s72-c/aug11%2B010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-5833326645678913384</id><published>2011-08-01T17:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T18:08:32.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>His first HS credit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jacob earned what could count as his first high school credit last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you remember last year when I wrote about the &lt;a href="http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2010/08/constitution.html"&gt;Constitution class &lt;/a&gt;I took?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jacob and Amarin had sat in with me to listen, and Jacob especially LOVED the class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's our history guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, when our friend offered the class again, Jacob wanted to take it by himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every day last week, from 8AM until noon, Jacob was in class, and on the last day, he passed his test with flying colors and received a certificate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're so happy that you enjoyed this! But...let's not dive into high school too fast, OK?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zfoXgTZpMzU/Tjcd7N2IHtI/AAAAAAAADgk/uH_0zoWMCIY/s1600/july11%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636006361843637970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zfoXgTZpMzU/Tjcd7N2IHtI/AAAAAAAADgk/uH_0zoWMCIY/s320/july11%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-5833326645678913384?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/5833326645678913384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=5833326645678913384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5833326645678913384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5833326645678913384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/08/his-first-hs-credit.html' title='His first HS credit!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zfoXgTZpMzU/Tjcd7N2IHtI/AAAAAAAADgk/uH_0zoWMCIY/s72-c/july11%2B010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-8996778175449462136</id><published>2011-07-30T19:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T20:27:04.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No fish for dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy took the kids out on the boat. Jenna had a new Dora pole and caught lots of little fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h1Km5wuY09M/TjSRa79v7bI/AAAAAAAADgc/q6fkFC0Odz8/s1600/DSC05533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635288925706644914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h1Km5wuY09M/TjSRa79v7bI/AAAAAAAADgc/q6fkFC0Odz8/s320/DSC05533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie was catching a few here and there, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emnPVfsXyZ0/TjSRaX38L-I/AAAAAAAADgU/KIjdEYzoEZA/s1600/DSC05537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635288916018606050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emnPVfsXyZ0/TjSRaX38L-I/AAAAAAAADgU/KIjdEYzoEZA/s320/DSC05537.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Jenna's first fish...look how thrilled she looks...like get that think away from me, Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sa63LDkxNFE/TjSRaDnQ2FI/AAAAAAAADgM/hylh4QNCr4c/s1600/DSC05535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635288910579947602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sa63LDkxNFE/TjSRaDnQ2FI/AAAAAAAADgM/hylh4QNCr4c/s320/DSC05535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Charlie's big catch...held as far as possible away from his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SwX_xptkfP8/TjSRZqUdLKI/AAAAAAAADgE/YURv1c7ng7o/s1600/DSC05539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635288903790177442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SwX_xptkfP8/TjSRZqUdLKI/AAAAAAAADgE/YURv1c7ng7o/s320/DSC05539.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amarin helped Jenna catch another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xA28t8OfsGo/TjSRZOebC8I/AAAAAAAADf8/0n660I_IVUA/s1600/DSC05540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635288896315788226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xA28t8OfsGo/TjSRZOebC8I/AAAAAAAADf8/0n660I_IVUA/s320/DSC05540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But as luck would have it, no fish would be brought home for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicken, anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-8996778175449462136?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/8996778175449462136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=8996778175449462136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/8996778175449462136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/8996778175449462136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-fish-for-dinner.html' title='No fish for dinner'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h1Km5wuY09M/TjSRa79v7bI/AAAAAAAADgc/q6fkFC0Odz8/s72-c/DSC05533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-7199220989368180286</id><published>2011-07-29T09:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T14:20:59.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Schools...my opinion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I read a report the other day online. I wish I could find it again to reference it, but I can't. Basically, it was giving stats about how low our nations schools are compared to so many other countries in the world. I'm not sure from where these stats were gathered, but I'm guessing it's standardized testing of some kind or another. And our nation wasn't just number 4 or 5...we were around number 30 in some areas. OUCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The author of the article shared what we, as parents, should be doing to remedy this "situation." He (she?) said that we should be demanding more from the schools, teachers, administrators, etc. Frankly, I couldn't disagree more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I do believe that there are some teachers that are in this career because they think it's an easy paycheck...holidays off...weekends off...summers off...union protection. And, yes, there are administrators who really don't care. And schools that don't work at their full potential. And staff that simply need to retire. But I think these scenarios are the exception. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe that the majority of school staff are highly dedicated, continually striving to learn new methods to challenge their students. I believe they are often faced with unreasonable expectations...too much material to cover and too much time trying to manage their classroom, leaving even less time to cover this ever increasing amount of material, some of which has NO business being taught in the classrooms in the first place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I started thinking about decades ago...when there were still one-room schoolhouses...with one teacher who often didn't even attend college...children of varying ages...limited resources...and even shorter school years due to the more demanding need of keeping children home to work the fields, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Compare that with teachers today...needing Master's degrees, endless seminars and inservices and meetings, additional university courses just to keep their teaching certificates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So why then, when we have "more" now, do students keep falling further and further behind? What have we not addressed? Maybe we should cram more into the tiny little ones at an earlier age. Nope...tried that, too. Doesn't work. Really...why does a 3 year old need to know what a parallelogram is? And why do kindergarten children need to know how to read, and all their numbers to 100? Whatever happened to being a child...graham crackers and chocolate milk snack, going home to eat lunch with mommy, and a nice long nap? Do you know that many European countries do not start their children in formal education until they are 6 or 7 years old? Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a thought I've not read about...what about parents? Where are parents in this mix? Ah...now I think we're on to something. Has anyone in any place of authority told parents to step up the plate to improve education? And this does not mean putting your child into a million activities to "boost their brain" or push them so hard they have a nervous breakdown. I'm talking discipline. How about teaching kids some good ole respect for authority? A strong work ethic? Natural consequences? Loving others first? Obedience!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's what I think the solution is. Let's get back to the basics of parents taking responsibility for their kids, and stop pointing fingers at others. Maybe, if your child is "in trouble" at school, you've missed the mark at parenting. Not always, but has it ever crossed your mind? Maybe it's not little Billy's teacher that being mean...but it's little Billy who has a sassy attitude and doesn't know how to show respect. Maybe it's not little Susie's teacher giving her too much homework, but little Susie is being lazy and chatty during the school day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, parents...step up to the plate. You decided to have children, so act like parents and not their friends. You're not your child's friends! Repeat: YOU'RE NOT YOUR CHILD'S FRIENDS! You are their parents. And maybe, just maybe, if parents tried this, we would see not only an improvement in education, but in society overall. What's your take on this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-7199220989368180286?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/7199220989368180286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=7199220989368180286' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/7199220989368180286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/7199220989368180286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/07/schoolsmy-opinion.html' title='Schools...my opinion'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-7520018035628893927</id><published>2011-07-27T16:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T16:43:36.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Years Already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, siree, it sure has been 2 years. Two years since we met Amarin in Thailand. Two years since we walked up that HOT sidewalk, to the open-air building where he was waiting for us on little mat, trying to stay cool. Two years ago since we saw his adorable smile...a smile that hasn't left his little face. Two years ago since we thoroughly enjoyed his native land of Thailand. Oh my, how we'd love to travel back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we first saw him introduced on a video of waiting children, they said that he could be "a bit of a clown." Yep...they hit that one on the head! And such a huge heart for helping others. He loves to help cook meals, vacuum (seriously - even though it freaked him out the first time I used it around him), care for his little Laura, build with legos, watch airplanes, and fix things. He is our Mr. Fix-it. He wants to be a pilot someday. He has learned how to read and is very happy to be whizzing through his story Bible...all by himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, to celebrate this special day and this special boy, we went out for Thai food...which has become one of our very favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634130026441967858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3IPtj7Ai7c/TjBzaHxviPI/AAAAAAAADfM/ieYE_DxnEuY/s320/Amarin1.bmp" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the spicier, the better. If he can eat it, it's worthy of spicy sauce. He had to sample them all, and even mixed them together. My mouth is on fire just thinking about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634130030956597074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k2gh3d_wjus/TjBzaYmHT1I/AAAAAAAADfc/5SKgWSspneg/s320/Amarin7.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And guess who works at this particular Thai restaurant? His Thai teacher! Finally, Amarin has shown interest and excitement to learn his native language again. Yeah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634130029540974274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oGfdlCTtx0w/TjBzaTUmnsI/AAAAAAAADfU/q9qK5yFBlAw/s320/Amarin5.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Remember...Thai food is spicy. We have tell them to tone down the spice or we'd all be combustible. Anyway, as we're sitting at our table, we start sneezing. I'm eating rice and thinking...wow...they must have used a lot of pepper...my throat is burning...and my nose. Laura started coughing...Jamie is sneezing...and the wait staff start laughing. Apparently the cook was chopping hot peppers in the kitchen and they were so spicy that the "spicy" floated out into the restaurant. They had to open the doors to the outside to vent it out before we all choked! Can you tell Laura was impressed?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634132753354844290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N02yisOyzI4/TjB142Ub6II/AAAAAAAADf0/lweVJmMgtos/s320/Amarin4.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After we all gained our composure...stopped choking and laughing...we ordered dessert. The infamous sweet sticky rice with fresh mango slices. Heaven on a plate!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634130033533853522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-et1yAwsf9b4/TjBzaiMlH1I/AAAAAAAADfk/FwZR9O4KyJc/s320/Amarin3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's a close-up...but don't use the soy sauce on it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634130038593957266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mXRcXhcrtGo/TjBza1DALZI/AAAAAAAADfs/d8DuJbz4HNU/s320/Amarin2.bmp" /&gt; We love you, Amarin!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-7520018035628893927?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/7520018035628893927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=7520018035628893927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/7520018035628893927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/7520018035628893927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/07/2-years-already.html' title='2 Years Already?'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3IPtj7Ai7c/TjBzaHxviPI/AAAAAAAADfM/ieYE_DxnEuY/s72-c/Amarin1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-8357549327481874849</id><published>2011-07-27T09:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:56:15.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes...a personal and bloggy friend of mine is quite the organized lady. &lt;a href="http://www.fiskerellibellies.com/"&gt;Kristin&lt;/a&gt; has some great ideas about veggie growing and preparation, frugal living, and she is very crafty...in a good way!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right now she is doing some lovely give-aways for Christmas...yes, Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told you she's organized!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she's sharing tips for preparing for Christmas so when it arrives, we can enjoy the birth of our Savior, minus the worldy stresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check out her blog&lt;a href="http://www.fiskerellibellies.com/"&gt; HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-8357549327481874849?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/8357549327481874849/comments/default' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-4737618099401364114</id><published>2011-07-22T19:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T20:11:07.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A surprise for the kids today! We were invited over a month ago by Make-A-Wish to see the &lt;a href="http://www.blueangels.navy.mil/"&gt;Blue Angels&lt;/a&gt; airshow...but we didn't tell the kids. We wanted it to be a surprise. And surprised they were, especially our airplane-loving Amarin. He's going to be a pilot someday, you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We met at the airport, lined up all the family vehicles, and caravaned to the VIP seating area right next to the runway! We actually had to drive across an active runway to get to our viewing area. But before we drove there, we had to wait for other families to arrive. While we waited, a plane put on quite a show for us, making dives and twists and turns. Amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wOVRtlBEgwI/TioNprs7rBI/AAAAAAAADfE/y_2Y_tnVbms/s1600/july11%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632329293737208850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wOVRtlBEgwI/TioNprs7rBI/AAAAAAAADfE/y_2Y_tnVbms/s320/july11%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were very thankful to be under a tent in this HOT weather, though clouds were moving in and that helped. The kids were also very thankful for refreshments! Our friend, Ms. Kelly, came with us. She loves airshows...skydiving...right up her ally!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GfAu0rBeTBI/TioNpB9BAjI/AAAAAAAADe8/xYdxDLVDJWs/s1600/july11%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632329282530378290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GfAu0rBeTBI/TioNpB9BAjI/AAAAAAAADe8/xYdxDLVDJWs/s320/july11%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The planes were at the end of the runway...oooohh...the anticipation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNI16HfL5fc/TioM1SnAMaI/AAAAAAAADe0/T7EUL4q2tQ0/s1600/july11%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632328393648255394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNI16HfL5fc/TioM1SnAMaI/AAAAAAAADe0/T7EUL4q2tQ0/s320/july11%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These men were all equipped to watch the sky. I know they were at least watching the weather because they were the ones we saw motion to stop the airshow when the weather got stormy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jn2-p3JsFpM/TioM0zgbIEI/AAAAAAAADes/hWhYyY4DK-Y/s1600/july11%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632328385299161154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jn2-p3JsFpM/TioM0zgbIEI/AAAAAAAADes/hWhYyY4DK-Y/s320/july11%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's &lt;a href="http://www.blueangels.navy.mil/aircraft/fatalbert.aspx"&gt;Fat Albert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HfpQ8I86M18/TioM0ZmSoBI/AAAAAAAADek/7bfnUrvtFRA/s1600/july11%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632328378344448018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HfpQ8I86M18/TioM0ZmSoBI/AAAAAAAADek/7bfnUrvtFRA/s320/july11%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After an awesome trek down the runway to the opening song of "Topgun,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Blue Angels took off, flew way out, and here they come back in formation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U8E-zZ404vE/TioMz7bDDQI/AAAAAAAADec/kxtZNyOfH-E/s1600/july11%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632328370244226306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U8E-zZ404vE/TioMz7bDDQI/AAAAAAAADec/kxtZNyOfH-E/s320/july11%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't believe the precision of these pilots. They come soooo close to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LE6XBp21EPA/TioKZmPjSMI/AAAAAAAADeU/P76mDK5b2YE/s1600/july11%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632325718859008194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LE6XBp21EPA/TioKZmPjSMI/AAAAAAAADeU/P76mDK5b2YE/s320/july11%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, it was pretty loud when those planes flew overhead. The boys thought it was cool how the sound traveled so much slower than the actual plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VkE9w2AngT4/TioKZYKU_uI/AAAAAAAADeM/_6bQuAivOMQ/s1600/july11%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632325715079003874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VkE9w2AngT4/TioKZYKU_uI/AAAAAAAADeM/_6bQuAivOMQ/s320/july11%2B028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amarin never took his eyes off the sky. He has said for a while that he wants to fly a plane...a plane that does tricks in the air...with the Blue Angels. I don't even know how he learned about the Blue Angels. But he was all into it today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K7MXHibymYI/TioKY7R-UsI/AAAAAAAADeE/EIMDKBY6ZX8/s1600/july11%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632325707326444226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K7MXHibymYI/TioKY7R-UsI/AAAAAAAADeE/EIMDKBY6ZX8/s320/july11%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Breathtaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-usRkMuN1kYY/TioKYQmBkQI/AAAAAAAADd8/PAtS77Lp0Cg/s1600/july11%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632325695867818242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-usRkMuN1kYY/TioKYQmBkQI/AAAAAAAADd8/PAtS77Lp0Cg/s320/july11%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, that was the end of the airshow. A storm moved in, with lightening, and it was not safe for the pilots, nor for us standing by tents with metal poles. We missed the rest of the show, as well as the meet&amp;amp;greet, but what we saw was amazing. We are very grateful to &lt;a href="http://www.wish.org/"&gt;Make-A-Wish &lt;/a&gt;and the &lt;a href="http://www.blueangels.navy.mil/"&gt;Blue Angels &lt;/a&gt;for arranging this special show for our families. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-4737618099401364114?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/4737618099401364114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=4737618099401364114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4737618099401364114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4737618099401364114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/07/blue-angels.html' title='Blue Angels'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wOVRtlBEgwI/TioNprs7rBI/AAAAAAAADfE/y_2Y_tnVbms/s72-c/july11%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-3319258579257835106</id><published>2011-07-21T07:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T08:28:18.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's HOT...HOT...HOT, mixed in with HUMIDITY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hot and humid like we're just not used to up yonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'm not complaining...I'll take it anyday over the cold, bitter, winter days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, we're trying to stay cool and find some fun summer activities, and most of our outdoor time has been in the morning, while finding refuge in our cool basement during the afternoons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looks like Milky Way is here to stay. And he's scoring points with my non-cat-loving hubby by hunting chipmunks and mice that destroy our lawn. Yes. He actually had the camera out to take photos of this event. Yuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hl_KEXYELQ0/TigTl1HyfvI/AAAAAAAADd0/njerShW4Yt0/s1600/july11%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631772874662641394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hl_KEXYELQ0/TigTl1HyfvI/AAAAAAAADd0/njerShW4Yt0/s320/july11%2B029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Robot building. This is Jacob's "Scrubby McBristle." He spins around, brushing as he goes. Now if he were only 100 times the size, he could be quite handy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YGCKnlEmIVY/TigTlRcVJpI/AAAAAAAADds/qwPTPnBvUM0/s1600/july11%2B039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631772865085122194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YGCKnlEmIVY/TigTlRcVJpI/AAAAAAAADds/qwPTPnBvUM0/s320/july11%2B039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amarin's robot is named "Monster Mike." He's ready to deliver a can of cola to you when you're ready. Can't promise you won't pass out from thirst as you wait for this little guy to find you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kAfqOM8Fw2Y/TigSUpk_-hI/AAAAAAAADdk/im486QANn5k/s1600/july11%2B045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631771479994530322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kAfqOM8Fw2Y/TigSUpk_-hI/AAAAAAAADdk/im486QANn5k/s320/july11%2B045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mornings with sidewalk chalk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RitGuL9ImXI/TigSUOqU8wI/AAAAAAAADdc/EOT3cJiU3U0/s1600/july11%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631771472769118978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RitGuL9ImXI/TigSUOqU8wI/AAAAAAAADdc/EOT3cJiU3U0/s320/july11%2B047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and thrill rides down the driveway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0DgIiLJ2sco/TigSTo75xpI/AAAAAAAADdU/tgyKK1T1M0Y/s1600/july11%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631771462642288274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0DgIiLJ2sco/TigSTo75xpI/AAAAAAAADdU/tgyKK1T1M0Y/s320/july11%2B055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and joining to make it even faster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Pz0s75tdCw/TigSTEQtxmI/AAAAAAAADdM/bqCjPX9nCAY/s1600/july11%2B059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631771452797470306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Pz0s75tdCw/TigSTEQtxmI/AAAAAAAADdM/bqCjPX9nCAY/s320/july11%2B059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Laura's last day of school for this week, and then she has a one week break. I have to say that he bus drivers are THE BEST! Look what one of them made for her...just because Laura is her "little cheeks." They love her cheeks when she smiles! Me, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X2EANiJRCGc/TigQTFGbm1I/AAAAAAAADdE/2gvoI7r3sSk/s1600/july11%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631769253999516498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X2EANiJRCGc/TigQTFGbm1I/AAAAAAAADdE/2gvoI7r3sSk/s320/july11%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A cool outfit for these hot days and I love the ruffles on the bum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30K9HNCTOPI/TigQS5tyYyI/AAAAAAAADc8/vEaP5nWo-IA/s1600/july11%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631769250943361826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30K9HNCTOPI/TigQS5tyYyI/AAAAAAAADc8/vEaP5nWo-IA/s320/july11%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-3319258579257835106?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/3319258579257835106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=3319258579257835106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/3319258579257835106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/3319258579257835106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-days.html' title='Our days'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hl_KEXYELQ0/TigTl1HyfvI/AAAAAAAADd0/njerShW4Yt0/s72-c/july11%2B029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-5888244443475867920</id><published>2011-07-19T20:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T20:22:15.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>7 is a great number!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, it is good to be 7 years old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laura turned 7 today, and last Friday evening we had her birthday party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Family and friends were there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ywok3EAZVu0/TiYd72Va85I/AAAAAAAADc0/RAkzRRQ6wTg/s1600/july11%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631221298108232594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ywok3EAZVu0/TiYd72Va85I/AAAAAAAADc0/RAkzRRQ6wTg/s320/july11%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and all the kids sang "Happy Birthday."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3rvRtoufESM/TiYd7rGMcpI/AAAAAAAADcs/kub5SP5KsWg/s1600/july11%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631221295091577490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3rvRtoufESM/TiYd7rGMcpI/AAAAAAAADcs/kub5SP5KsWg/s320/july11%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then your siblings spit out...I mean, blew out your candles for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zfb7dnedLuw/TiYd7QOOQRI/AAAAAAAADck/LdoiC0kQ0Lw/s1600/july11%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631221287877493010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zfb7dnedLuw/TiYd7QOOQRI/AAAAAAAADck/LdoiC0kQ0Lw/s320/july11%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You received a couple toys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHpW-vpgpVE/TiYd7MuweXI/AAAAAAAADcc/dTZW6TrHwls/s1600/july11%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631221286940211570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHpW-vpgpVE/TiYd7MuweXI/AAAAAAAADcc/dTZW6TrHwls/s320/july11%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some "prilly" clothes...to use Jenna's lingo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9-pPD2Cgi3I/TiYd68BeSsI/AAAAAAAADcU/8OWroJ8m-Mk/s1600/july11%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631221282455308994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9-pPD2Cgi3I/TiYd68BeSsI/AAAAAAAADcU/8OWroJ8m-Mk/s320/july11%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and a new lunchbox for school. You just can't get any cuter than Hello Kitty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-abSfWTqih7s/TiYcBPUPqFI/AAAAAAAADcM/3g_U6AVRMlg/s1600/july11%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631219191690274898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-abSfWTqih7s/TiYcBPUPqFI/AAAAAAAADcM/3g_U6AVRMlg/s320/july11%2B025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And today you were so happy to get on that school bus because I think you knew you would be celebrating your birthday at school! Not many kids with summer birthdays get to do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_9wSu3ryoU/TiYcAnYgBrI/AAAAAAAADcE/xmAZkdQf1tw/s1600/july11%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631219180970706610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_9wSu3ryoU/TiYcAnYgBrI/AAAAAAAADcE/xmAZkdQf1tw/s320/july11%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes...you were very excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-olidu0_2kyg/TiYcAVkFf1I/AAAAAAAADb8/4NWE8jwF0jA/s1600/july11%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631219176187461458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-olidu0_2kyg/TiYcAVkFf1I/AAAAAAAADb8/4NWE8jwF0jA/s320/july11%2B037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We baked little elephant cookies to share with your bus drivers, teachers, therapists, and friends. None came home, so I'm thinking they were a hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KkaI08twSps/TiYcAF3SRdI/AAAAAAAADb0/EJXm-pMnlU8/s1600/july11%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631219171973023186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KkaI08twSps/TiYcAF3SRdI/AAAAAAAADb0/EJXm-pMnlU8/s320/july11%2B038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy 7th Birthday to our oldest princess! You just bring so much joy to our family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-5888244443475867920?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/5888244443475867920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=5888244443475867920' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5888244443475867920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5888244443475867920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/07/7-is-great-number.html' title='7 is a great number!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ywok3EAZVu0/TiYd72Va85I/AAAAAAAADc0/RAkzRRQ6wTg/s72-c/july11%2B006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-7182007226509174144</id><published>2011-07-13T21:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T19:39:10.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm learning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has officially been two weeks on this elimination diet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm learning a lot. Some things are encouraging, while others are not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've always known that eating healthy was important, but never really gave any diet time enough to show itself fruitful. I'm a little impatient that way and prefer instant gratification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I like to eat...as does the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But...here's a little bit of what I've learned over the past two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Diets take time to show the benefit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Benefits do happen...be patient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Not all the results are going to be what we like to find out...because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it could mean a permanent change in diet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Going to a restaurant is not as fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Retaurants rarely have healthy selections for kids...and sometimes not much for adults!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Going through sugar/snack withdrawl is not fun. And what we went through is NOTHING compared to serious addictions! Made me feel a bit humbled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Groceries are now even more expensive because we're buying fresh food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*How pathetic is it that we have to pay abundantly more for quality food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*How frustrating is it that preserved, processed food is cheap and what a lot of people need to buy in order to feed their family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*It's hard to bake a decent dessert without using grains or sugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Not having eaten anything sweet for 2 weeks, my little ones will say anything tastes yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Charlie has not had ANY hives for 2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Jenna has not had ANY congestion (which she has had since China) until today when I added cornstarch...a no-no...to brownies. Her congestion came back. Corn may be one of her culprits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*I have had only one minor headache in the morning, while I'd usually have several per week. Bonus since this diet wasn't even meant for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*I'm thankful it's berry season and fresh veggie season because we are eating a ton of them and they're easy to find right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Chilled strawberry-rhubarb w/ mint soup is better eaten as a frozen treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629010932280918242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ixcdd7y6UA/Th5Dnn9lAOI/AAAAAAAADbk/3DvIQfdVogQ/s320/july11%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Almond biscuits are yummy, and what I'm using for strawberry shortcake for Laura's birthday treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629010985266731442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-53Ph2CDVnLc/Th5DqtWYWbI/AAAAAAAADbs/Jsgfu5PjsGI/s320/july11%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-7182007226509174144?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/7182007226509174144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=7182007226509174144' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/7182007226509174144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/7182007226509174144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-im-learning.html' title='What I&apos;m learning'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Ixcdd7y6UA/Th5Dnn9lAOI/AAAAAAAADbk/3DvIQfdVogQ/s72-c/july11%2B005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-1153018750391284521</id><published>2011-07-12T16:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T16:38:37.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I received a fun email from a church/homeschool friend yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She told me that a man from church, who wished to remain anonymous, had made a little chair and wanted to give it to Jenna Mei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, we had to head out today to pick it up and Jenna was very excited to get her special gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is the neatest little chair, all wood, and it even folds up to store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As soon as we got home, she tried it out, sitting in front of her little CD player, listening to her "Jesus songs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628565276176098642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC_UIZkE6ss/ThyuTBmTJVI/AAAAAAAADbM/VW-WGbsKp6w/s320/july11%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To top it off, we made some icecream (also known as a really thick smoothie), and not to worry, Laura had some, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628567159084957650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYXBPnxc1Yc/ThywAn-wP9I/AAAAAAAADbc/ISNrxvcSJ14/s320/july11%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-1153018750391284521?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/1153018750391284521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=1153018750391284521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/1153018750391284521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/1153018750391284521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/07/gift.html' title='A Gift'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GC_UIZkE6ss/ThyuTBmTJVI/AAAAAAAADbM/VW-WGbsKp6w/s72-c/july11%2B002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-2154969745651938089</id><published>2011-07-11T14:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T14:41:58.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood's Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's home after being gone all week at camp. The buses pulled in, parents poured forth, and kids came piling out, along with a semi full of luggage. Quite an organized operation, I must say!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We drove through some thunderstorms to pick him up, but drove out of the rain so we could wait outside and take photos. In Charlie's exact words..."Thank you, God!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yiBsMwHo2YU/Ths_2KonOQI/AAAAAAAADbE/haVnpi8Lg0g/s1600/july11%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628162359129749762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yiBsMwHo2YU/Ths_2KonOQI/AAAAAAAADbE/haVnpi8Lg0g/s320/july11%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parents have to sign the kids off the bus...and here he comes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And from this point on, it was nonstop stories of camp: kayak races, blobbing, awesome food, campfires, roasting hot dogs, new friends, air-rifles, archery, icecream, chapel time, races, tug-of-war (totally cracks us up that Jacob was the anchor in this game!), mud...oh my goodness, the stories, and I know I'm missing a ton of topics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as for "Hollywood?" Well, that was his nickname all week, and apparently some kids never did know his real name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I asked him to rate camp 0 to 10, he said, "10, Mom, definitely 10!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think he's going back next year, and probably with a little brother at his side!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EaEOi9kK2Yw/Ths_1ncrToI/AAAAAAAADa8/WS7wKCkA6C8/s1600/july11%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628162349684444802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EaEOi9kK2Yw/Ths_1ncrToI/AAAAAAAADa8/WS7wKCkA6C8/s320/july11%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even better than the stories, was watching his siblings greet him.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Chatty Jenna had to talk and be sure he got the picture that she colored and mailed to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HqKSZ-WmGkI/Ths_0uhU8uI/AAAAAAAADa0/P_BIoA9EZJc/s1600/july11%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628162334403130082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HqKSZ-WmGkI/Ths_0uhU8uI/AAAAAAAADa0/P_BIoA9EZJc/s320/july11%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Charlie has SO missed his biggest brother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think it gets any better than this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-53X73FS5MdE/Ths_0INXzMI/AAAAAAAADas/hcQtwtAktKo/s1600/july11%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628162324118883522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-53X73FS5MdE/Ths_0INXzMI/AAAAAAAADas/hcQtwtAktKo/s320/july11%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Later when we got home, he presented us all with little polished rocks cut into various shapes. (Mine just happened to be the biggest, and in the shape of a heart! Just sayin...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said that Laura's gift was his favorite and that she would get hers last. So, after he passed out all our gifts, he reached down, picked up his sister, and gave her the biggest, longest, snugglist hug. "Mom, you know she'd choke on the rock, so I saved the biggest hug for her gift."&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...maybe it can get better...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-2154969745651938089?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/2154969745651938089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=2154969745651938089' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/2154969745651938089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/2154969745651938089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/07/hollywoods-home.html' title='Hollywood&apos;s Home'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yiBsMwHo2YU/Ths_2KonOQI/AAAAAAAADbE/haVnpi8Lg0g/s72-c/july11%2B017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-1411490498668672478</id><published>2011-07-08T06:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T06:33:20.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Popcorn Predicament</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love popcorn. It's a special snack, usually denoting that it's time for a movie or some game playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626926136714863874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7irzgiIOxpE/ThbbgjRAJQI/AAAAAAAADak/8Aoipk6pZQ8/s320/Cartoon_Slob_Making_a_Mess_in_a_Theater_100911-215430-929042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HOWEVER...we can't eat it just yet. But I want to be ready when the dr. gives the go ahead to add corn back to our diet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's my predicament. We've always used microwave popcorn. But I'm not using it anymore because it's filled with so many bad, bad things. I know popcorn can actually be a pretty healthy snack if done properly...OK...not raw veggie healthy...but not like a bowl of icecream, either!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here, bloggy friends, is where you come in to help. How do you cook your popcorn? What device do you use? Airpopper? Metal, twirly pan on the stove? Do share so this deprived grain family will be ready!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-1411490498668672478?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/1411490498668672478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=1411490498668672478' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/1411490498668672478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/1411490498668672478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/07/popcorn-predicament.html' title='Popcorn Predicament'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7irzgiIOxpE/ThbbgjRAJQI/AAAAAAAADak/8Aoipk6pZQ8/s72-c/Cartoon_Slob_Making_a_Mess_in_a_Theater_100911-215430-929042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-4994753169296040365</id><published>2011-07-06T13:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T13:56:35.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week One of this Diet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know now that if I ever have to move to another home, all I'll need is a bed and a kitchen. Why? Because it seems like those are the only places I've spent my time this past week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This diet of no dairy (except plain yogurt), no grains...AT ALL, and very few fruits is no doubt healthy, but it's not like reaching into the pantry for a quick meal. I'm spending A LOT of time in the kitchen prepping food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of us are eating NOTHING processed. No mac &amp;amp; cheese, no crackers or chips, no sweets of any kind...not even honey or agave. The rest of the family is eating that stuff in great moderation...well, except Jacob, who is probably praising God for a week of camp food. The hardest part for me is not being able to snack in the afternoons on something crunchy...like blue chips or veggie straws. I really, really crave them. I've also been dreaming of a homemade roll with melted butter on it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That said, the cooking hasn't been as difficult as I thought it would be. We've been trying for a while to eat more healthy. I also grew up with lots of veggies that we grew in our garden so I'm not "afraid" of them. But it's a little challenging to find recipes that don't have some kind of grain. Luckily, I've been introduced to a couple great blogs that have recipes I can use. Here are some of them we've tried...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A bean salad, with artichoke and spices. We can eat all the spices we want!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jdJjhYTUtZo/ThScvU4nr8I/AAAAAAAADac/OcvHcV5VNlA/s1600/july11%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626294171366567874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jdJjhYTUtZo/ThScvU4nr8I/AAAAAAAADac/OcvHcV5VNlA/s320/july11%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chicken salad with red cabbage and green apples, and homemade applesauce...no sugar, but lots of cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, and a splash of vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x2JACkL9Ri8/ThScu0sy0NI/AAAAAAAADaU/6xzf7s26Ges/s1600/july11%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626294162727030994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x2JACkL9Ri8/ThScu0sy0NI/AAAAAAAADaU/6xzf7s26Ges/s320/july11%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quiche with lots of veggies (including zucchini and cabbage), and fresh berries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You would never know that those veggies were in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vEGv8GLS0AU/ThScuLYIf2I/AAAAAAAADaM/W7ClTr6G3YE/s1600/july11%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626294151634517858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vEGv8GLS0AU/ThScuLYIf2I/AAAAAAAADaM/W7ClTr6G3YE/s320/july11%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lentil salad with carrots and onions, and cucumber sticks for a side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--sT9Ws1D5OI/ThSbbH_I6II/AAAAAAAADaE/I0P-NR6GUH4/s1600/july11%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626292724795238530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--sT9Ws1D5OI/ThSbbH_I6II/AAAAAAAADaE/I0P-NR6GUH4/s320/july11%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chicken Stir-fry, with broiled brussel sprouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OfJ1f_n7fzI/ThSbaesAyPI/AAAAAAAADZ8/AwgXn1asnr4/s1600/july11%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626292713709160690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OfJ1f_n7fzI/ThSbaesAyPI/AAAAAAAADZ8/AwgXn1asnr4/s320/july11%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snacks of apples and nuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tKQoqv3KYl0/ThSbZ8PqlXI/AAAAAAAADZ0/pzcJBPoq7jQ/s1600/july11%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626292704463459698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tKQoqv3KYl0/ThSbZ8PqlXI/AAAAAAAADZ0/pzcJBPoq7jQ/s320/july11%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OK...this may sound weird, but it's a favorite for breakfast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scrambled eggs, first blended with avocado and unsweetened coconut, with berries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How fun is it to eat green eggs? Now where's the ham?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hVzkKC03fEs/ThSbXRF0EHI/AAAAAAAADZs/KLktT42yjx0/s1600/july11%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626292658519674994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hVzkKC03fEs/ThSbXRF0EHI/AAAAAAAADZs/KLktT42yjx0/s320/july11%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my favorites that Jamie made...homemade beef sausage...very spicy and so delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And scrambled eggs with stir-fry veggies mixed in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kscoVViqdwA/ThSbWyrLx3I/AAAAAAAADZk/RvedsnfeRk4/s1600/july11%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626292650354919282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kscoVViqdwA/ThSbWyrLx3I/AAAAAAAADZk/RvedsnfeRk4/s320/july11%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We've also had grainless muesli, smoothies (another way to get in lots of cabbage, spinach, cucumbers, etc. without tasting it!), venison steaks, grilled peppers and onions wrapped in foil, and plain yogurt with fresh berries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more week, and we can add in gluten free oats, and brown rice. Have I mentioned that there have been no hives this past week?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-4994753169296040365?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/4994753169296040365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=4994753169296040365' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4994753169296040365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4994753169296040365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/07/week-one-of-this-diet.html' title='Week One of this Diet'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jdJjhYTUtZo/ThScvU4nr8I/AAAAAAAADac/OcvHcV5VNlA/s72-c/july11%2B004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-3907555980725178642</id><published>2011-07-05T06:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T14:23:16.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First One Leaves the Nest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jacob is our first child to "fly the coop." Well, only for one week, but still...none of our kids have been away from us for that long without family or close friends caring for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But he took off this morning for a Christian camp. He said he was nervous, scared, and excited...all at the same time. We arrived at the bus pick-up location 40 minutes early. Yeah...guess I could have relaxed that a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything he needs for the week fit into one suitcase and one duffel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I1D1v3a-1A0/ThNT1sdnP7I/AAAAAAAADZc/iP5y4jFV9hA/s1600/july11%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625932541449420722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I1D1v3a-1A0/ThNT1sdnP7I/AAAAAAAADZc/iP5y4jFV9hA/s320/july11%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is what hauls all their luggage to camp...the camp's own semi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gAg_Wz_BomI/ThNT0o19rGI/AAAAAAAADZU/aFcOMfno5Wg/s1600/july11%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625932523297942626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gAg_Wz_BomI/ThNT0o19rGI/AAAAAAAADZU/aFcOMfno5Wg/s320/july11%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlie gets a goodbye hug.&lt;br /&gt;(The whole ride home Charlie kept telling me that he already missed Jacob).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-baOYZXapqHw/ThNTxylXLwI/AAAAAAAADZM/Ge8zOH_45hI/s1600/july11%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625932474373058306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-baOYZXapqHw/ThNTxylXLwI/AAAAAAAADZM/Ge8zOH_45hI/s320/july11%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amarin, too, but he wanted to add a kiss...silly brothers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DcU4lEQFTmM/ThNTxTuuSiI/AAAAAAAADZE/jLc4anrJYyI/s1600/july11%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625932466090822178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DcU4lEQFTmM/ThNTxTuuSiI/AAAAAAAADZE/jLc4anrJYyI/s320/july11%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob hung out with some friends that were also going. We were so glad that we could arrange for him to go this same week with his buddies. Some of them have gone before, and they've been talking about camp for weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BGsgCafUpEA/ThNSPQ1E_CI/AAAAAAAADY8/97jZQqtsMrQ/s1600/july11%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625930781684988962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BGsgCafUpEA/ThNSPQ1E_CI/AAAAAAAADY8/97jZQqtsMrQ/s320/july11%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bye, Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JOd7HBCaIHw/ThNSO4huV0I/AAAAAAAADY0/2VJaaHbamGI/s1600/july11%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625930775161362242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JOd7HBCaIHw/ThNSO4huV0I/AAAAAAAADY0/2VJaaHbamGI/s320/july11%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob got a seat in the middle of the bus per his Dad's advice. Don't want to have to ride 3 hours in the back of a bumpy bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kTnN5MrFexM/ThNSOEFUlLI/AAAAAAAADYs/QkLNcrK8sxY/s1600/july11%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625930761083589810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kTnN5MrFexM/ThNSOEFUlLI/AAAAAAAADYs/QkLNcrK8sxY/s320/july11%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bus line up...full of campers from all over the state that caravan up to camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NV4FaLKPMDE/ThNQ8KZUlVI/AAAAAAAADYk/G6xrUv9e5Do/s1600/july11%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625929354028815698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NV4FaLKPMDE/ThNQ8KZUlVI/AAAAAAAADYk/G6xrUv9e5Do/s320/july11%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob hopped off the bus to greet a couple more friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ansNOCjhTA/ThNQ7trz9sI/AAAAAAAADYc/-8LCDTL00ZM/s1600/july11%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625929346321741506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ansNOCjhTA/ThNQ7trz9sI/AAAAAAAADYc/-8LCDTL00ZM/s320/july11%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The buses pulled out right on time. See ya next week, buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DCqtoRw362I/ThNQ5XoiVkI/AAAAAAAADYU/ZEzQ5AdrZkE/s1600/july11%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625929306042684994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DCqtoRw362I/ThNQ5XoiVkI/AAAAAAAADYU/ZEzQ5AdrZkE/s320/july11%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-3907555980725178642?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/3907555980725178642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=3907555980725178642' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/3907555980725178642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/3907555980725178642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/07/first-one-leaves-nest.html' title='First One Leaves the Nest'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I1D1v3a-1A0/ThNT1sdnP7I/AAAAAAAADZc/iP5y4jFV9hA/s72-c/july11%2B004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-3565794994761864244</id><published>2011-07-03T07:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T07:05:35.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Winner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fiskerellibellies.com/"&gt;Kristin&lt;/a&gt;, you won the Amazing Food Preparation Manual!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drop me a note with your address (I won't post it), and I'll be on your doorstep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean, it will be in the mail next week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-3565794994761864244?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/3565794994761864244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=3565794994761864244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/3565794994761864244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/3565794994761864244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/07/winner.html' title='A Winner!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-4685082445628621774</id><published>2011-07-02T07:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T08:56:48.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Resident</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have a new resident. And it's another boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God truly has a sense of humor...'cause we need more boys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jacob had been outside feeding his rabbits, and he came running into the kitchen yesterday morning. "Mom, there's a cat in the driveway." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, that's not all the uncommon. There's an orange cat that always walks through the yard. But this was different one. So, we all went out to see it, and boy-oh-boy...this cat was a-cryin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poor thing looked lost and hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And young...maybe like a teenager, but definitely not full grown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624715595511033314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LCbwj7cFQUY/Tg8BCHkI7eI/AAAAAAAADYE/llOEuqSmOKs/s320/july11%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All we had was a can of tuna. He gobbled that up so fast and kept meowing and meowing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so friendly. He was following us around like a puppy, and soon made himself comfy on the rug in our garage...right in front of the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624715580960957794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3u_29i8BUYA/Tg8BBRXIZWI/AAAAAAAADX0/edqljH7pZps/s320/july11%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He hung around all day, and meowed LOUDLY all day in front of our door. Sorry, buddy. Not comin' in the house. He loved it when someone was outside and he could get some attention. We have no idea where he came from, but for now...Daddy has softened and told the kids the cat could stay as an outdoor cat. They're so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624715574397044370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oD3tFh4GBFI/Tg8BA46LBpI/AAAAAAAADXs/hvhDps-h9hc/s320/july11%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone in particular is smitten with his new friend, MilkyWay. Yes, he already has a name. We see Char caring MW around all the time, and the cat doesn't seem to mind at all. Char wants to feed him, too, so I think he and I will have to venture off to the pet store for a few supplies...just in case we become the permanent residence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_HHS3SQCiY/Tg8TQBGD0gI/AAAAAAAADYM/cZrtU_OJbZs/s1600/july11%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624735625501725186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_HHS3SQCiY/Tg8TQBGD0gI/AAAAAAAADYM/cZrtU_OJbZs/s320/july11%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a big day, MW found a comfy place to sleep...not the safest place, but he's comfy and warm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624715587479565698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3ZhvLFyOSI/Tg8BBppSdYI/AAAAAAAADX8/craRu5VaYqQ/s320/july11%2B012.JPG" /&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/4178475540205180708-4685082445628621774?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/4685082445628621774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=4685082445628621774' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4685082445628621774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4685082445628621774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-resident.html' title='New Resident'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LCbwj7cFQUY/Tg8BCHkI7eI/AAAAAAAADYE/llOEuqSmOKs/s72-c/july11%2B009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-4776997747839357550</id><published>2011-06-29T14:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T14:52:54.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ha! I know I'll be blogging this first because Cari is still on the road going home! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got to spend a few hours with a "bloggy friend" and her kiddos today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I can say that we're friends...and not just through our blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We grew up within miles of one another, and now live fairly close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have visited the same parks, know the same landmarks, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and have traveled a similar road through adoption.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was so enjoyable having Cari and her kids visit today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kids hit it off wonderfully, and we had so much to chat about and share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a fun day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623714521330012178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EVQ63MP0qZs/Tgtyj7oU0BI/AAAAAAAADXU/GzYBohXUyC4/s320/june11%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do we seriously have this many kids between us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are way outnumbered...but they are just so stinkin' cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623714527533224690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eZyH4gXPMQM/TgtykSvSUvI/AAAAAAAADXc/zh3dKC9dB-M/s320/june11%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And silly...it just wouldn't be right if we didn't get a photo like this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Notice the blur? He's mine...on the move...again!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGuWdSGw-do/Tgtyk04--tI/AAAAAAAADXk/uP2YbC5P3TY/s1600/june11%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623714536700705490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aGuWdSGw-do/Tgtyk04--tI/AAAAAAAADXk/uP2YbC5P3TY/s320/june11%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-4776997747839357550?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/4776997747839357550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=4776997747839357550' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4776997747839357550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4776997747839357550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/06/ha-i-know-ill-be-blogging-this-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EVQ63MP0qZs/Tgtyj7oU0BI/AAAAAAAADXU/GzYBohXUyC4/s72-c/june11%2B005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-8877851670294802932</id><published>2011-06-28T20:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T21:03:41.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Diet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ugh. I detest diets. This family loves food...any kind, any ethnicity...well, almost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't mind cooking, and sometimes it's actually fun trying something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And meal time here is serious business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't tell you how many times after JUST finishing lunch, I hear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"So what's for dinner?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it's family time, too. No phones (I love answering machines), no toys...just us and the cuisine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, sometimes there's a gliche in the fun...like the four letter word: DIET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, we have a little one who has been breaking out in hives for no apparent reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can't seem to identify why they appear, but they do and they itch like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, off we went to a holistic dr. today to see what may be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was very kind, and took 2 hours of his office time to talk to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 hours!! And there was less than 5 minutes of wait time beforehand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was thorough, gave us lots of suggestions and support, and then said that dreaded word (that I fully expected to hear): Diet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We need to make some dietary changes to see if we can find the culprit for those hives. The changes aren't as tough as I thought they'd be...lots of veggies, few fruits, meat, most nuts and legumes and seeds, good fats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But here's the kicker...absolutely NO grains for 2 weeks, and then only brown rice and gluten free oats until further notice. Do you know how much this family loves rice???? And not brown rice...jasmine rice. No potatoes. No corn. No starch, period. No sugar, period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do they not know this is icecream cone season? And that pizza is a weekly staple?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, we can do this, and I plan to get as many on board in this house as I can. I'm sure everyone will just jump at the chance for all this fun! But it will be good for all of us to eat more healthy. So, if anyone would like to share some good recipes, sans grains, sugar, prepared dressings, and fruit...please do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-8877851670294802932?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/8877851670294802932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=8877851670294802932' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/8877851670294802932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/8877851670294802932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/06/diet.html' title='The Diet'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-4518788855241927415</id><published>2011-06-27T08:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T10:09:58.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookbook Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Giveaway time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love doing giveaways, and this time it's for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Amazing Food Preparation Manual&lt;/em&gt;, by Stephanie Rhines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See the end of this post for entering the drawing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622900747089778818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sp7hot3EIVE/TgiOcCWQmII/AAAAAAAADXM/2Vk_S9G8jD8/s320/june11%2B001.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Jenna not included!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stephanie is a family friend...a very sweet teen from church. She and a friend went on a missions trip to South Africa. They are helping a missionary family while they are there, as well as visiting at least one orphanage. Stephanie is such a sweet gal, and I know that those to whom she ministers will be so blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stephanie put these cookbooks together herself, and they include recipes from her family and friends. And believe me...these gals can cook! Stephanie's mom is a fabulous cook, and often supplies food for events. She makes THE BEST cinnamom rolls in the world! The last time I chatted with Stephanie, she was interested in attending culinary school...she would do awesome! Stephanie was selling these cookbooks to raise funds for her trip to SA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can follow her journey here on FB, and please feel free to donate toward her trip if you feel so led. I know she still has some cookbooks to sell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/home.php?sk=group_117857981602085"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/#!/home.php?sk=group_117857981602085&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now in order to get your name entered in the drawing, you just need to let me know that you've visited Stephanie's FB page, and left her an encouraging note (can you do this without being a "friend?"). If you're like me, and you don't have a FB account (or if you can't leave her a note without being a "friend"), just leave a note of encouragement for Stephanie on my blog, and I'll forward it on to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll draw a winner this Saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-4518788855241927415?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/4518788855241927415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=4518788855241927415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4518788855241927415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4518788855241927415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/06/cookbook-giveaway.html' title='Cookbook Giveaway!'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sp7hot3EIVE/TgiOcCWQmII/AAAAAAAADXM/2Vk_S9G8jD8/s72-c/june11%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-6408454219762306040</id><published>2011-06-25T08:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T10:04:23.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June 24...17 years later</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If anyone would have told me in 1994 what our lives would be like over the next 17 years, I probably would have laughed, or fainted...not sure which.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our life together has been nothing short of an adventure...some valleys, some mountains...some plateaus. By God's grace, we've endured them all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've done and seen a lot, to say the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*residents of 3 different countries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*10 household moves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*10 different homes...however temporary they may have been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*5 children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*traveled around the world to bring home some of our children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*grown immensely in our love for Jesus, and try so hard to live our lives to please Him and not the world...obviously not even close to perfection!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;June 24, 1994&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622141379170326818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2GFyCvmxcRY/TgXbzAZ42SI/AAAAAAAADW8/f6V_67V57zc/s320/june11%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We laughed today as the weather was so similar to our wedding day. June 24th, 1994 was a Friday...a cool, rainy, Friday. Today was just like it... a cool, rainy Friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We left for a date night to celebrate our special day. We hadn't been out, just the two of us, since last December due to not wanting to leave Jenna for very long...bonding and trust issues...you understand. But it was time...time to let the kids have some fun with babysitters (yes..2 sisters tag-teamed!), and time for us to put our marriage in the front of the line...quite challenging at times when there are 5 young ones needing lots of attention!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We found a Thai celebration to attend and had so much fun, and it also made us yearn to visit Asia again. Some of you know what I'm talking about...there's a piece of us that will always remain in Asia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, there was traditional dancing, AWESOME food, beautiful Thai children running all over the place (I know, I know, my van is full), and friendly people to chat with at our table. The woman in charge of the evening found out we had adopted Amarin from Thailand. She sent us home with a bunch of sticky rice to share with him...yum!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you, honey, and can't wait (really!) to see what the next 17 years hold for us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;June 24, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G8RBdUjCk1w/TgXbzSPXEqI/AAAAAAAADXE/9JTlKv_uI7c/s1600/Photo-0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622141383958008482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G8RBdUjCk1w/TgXbzSPXEqI/AAAAAAAADXE/9JTlKv_uI7c/s320/Photo-0033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-6408454219762306040?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/6408454219762306040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=6408454219762306040' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/6408454219762306040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/6408454219762306040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-2417-years-later.html' title='June 24...17 years later'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2GFyCvmxcRY/TgXbzAZ42SI/AAAAAAAADW8/f6V_67V57zc/s72-c/june11%2B003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-8842418167902688564</id><published>2011-06-20T16:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T16:07:03.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How can you not smile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...when you see this sweet picture? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was Laura's Father's Day present that she made at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were all in stitches when we saw it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-3bV5vljY8/Tf-oJxStpcI/AAAAAAAADW0/VEQ10-5-q2k/s1600/DSC01234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620395745785783746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-3bV5vljY8/Tf-oJxStpcI/AAAAAAAADW0/VEQ10-5-q2k/s320/DSC01234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-8842418167902688564?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/8842418167902688564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=8842418167902688564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/8842418167902688564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/8842418167902688564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-can-you-not-smile.html' title='How can you not smile...'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-3bV5vljY8/Tf-oJxStpcI/AAAAAAAADW0/VEQ10-5-q2k/s72-c/DSC01234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-5386666119044490225</id><published>2011-06-17T06:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T07:06:44.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enabling Behavior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What should we do when somene really cute is caught being sneaky?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enable them and take a photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dinnertime obviously wasn't coming soon enough for this little sweetie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had just set out grape tomatoes on everyone's plate...including this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where did they go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xiKSkgO8jIc/TfsyTZgvfzI/AAAAAAAADWs/M56a9DhwSEI/s1600/june11%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619140268921945906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xiKSkgO8jIc/TfsyTZgvfzI/AAAAAAAADWs/M56a9DhwSEI/s320/june11%2B029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let's try this again and see if we can catch someone in the act.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MeTNSD7Kqyg/TfsyTFrREFI/AAAAAAAADWk/DHdjg1xqit4/s1600/june11%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619140263597379666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MeTNSD7Kqyg/TfsyTFrREFI/AAAAAAAADWk/DHdjg1xqit4/s320/june11%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I'm so stinkin' cute...you'll let me get away with anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ib_dRUavvvM/TfsySnv6O9I/AAAAAAAADWc/wTMeNKNsDkA/s1600/june11%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619140255563791314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ib_dRUavvvM/TfsySnv6O9I/AAAAAAAADWc/wTMeNKNsDkA/s320/june11%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep...just as we thought. Charlie's amused by the whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPDFscxyXgM/TfswhGGbwWI/AAAAAAAADWU/2LCCyvfIiag/s1600/june11%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619138305206239586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rPDFscxyXgM/TfswhGGbwWI/AAAAAAAADWU/2LCCyvfIiag/s320/june11%2B037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Down the hatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EamAwN9WMu4/Tfswg9T2dLI/AAAAAAAADWM/UX5ictPs124/s1600/june11%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619138302846596274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EamAwN9WMu4/Tfswg9T2dLI/AAAAAAAADWM/UX5ictPs124/s320/june11%2B038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Delightful! Guess we can't complain when she eats tomatoes...but perhaps she could eat off of her own plate and not graze everyone else's?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say, though, I impressed with her determination and problem solving skills when she's hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5PUEIIQ_Dlk/TfswgW0hwsI/AAAAAAAADWE/LDEYVlPTCIM/s1600/june11%2B039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619138292514669250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5PUEIIQ_Dlk/TfswgW0hwsI/AAAAAAAADWE/LDEYVlPTCIM/s320/june11%2B039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-5386666119044490225?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/5386666119044490225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=5386666119044490225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5386666119044490225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/5386666119044490225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/06/enabling-behavior.html' title='Enabling Behavior'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xiKSkgO8jIc/TfsyTZgvfzI/AAAAAAAADWs/M56a9DhwSEI/s72-c/june11%2B029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-7907675584733395730</id><published>2011-06-14T06:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T06:07:25.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Years With Laura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;June 14, 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotcha Day, Nanchang, China&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618013574689589186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30xXsV0-aE4/TfcxlKayB8I/AAAAAAAADV0/CjDiwOKTlNs/s320/lauradaddy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a difference 6 years can make!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love you, Laura!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618014324037869538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nmjvzRFAJlU/TfcyQx9VX-I/AAAAAAAADV8/nkrQp5oSJxU/s320/makeawish%2B026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-7907675584733395730?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/7907675584733395730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=7907675584733395730' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/7907675584733395730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/7907675584733395730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/06/6-years-with-laura.html' title='6 Years With Laura'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30xXsV0-aE4/TfcxlKayB8I/AAAAAAAADV0/CjDiwOKTlNs/s72-c/lauradaddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-4377359309895812157</id><published>2011-06-13T09:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T09:45:37.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in Bavaria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We spent the day in Bavaria...well...not really THE Bavaria, but at a little Bavarian festival. Having lived near Bavaria in Germany for a while, it's always fun to go somewhere and "live it again." We arrived nice and early for the parade, while listening to some music on the accordian. We ate our brats and warm brezels while we waited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SZF0Y8M3b1k/TfYQqoQf7dI/AAAAAAAADVs/LcwuajS_xqA/s1600/june11%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617695909738442194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SZF0Y8M3b1k/TfYQqoQf7dI/AAAAAAAADVs/LcwuajS_xqA/s320/june11%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, the parade started. Of course, the police were at the start. Within the first 30 seconds, Charlie ran screaming to get on my lap because they were blaring their sirens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4apu06AQoWE/TfYQqIR5YqI/AAAAAAAADVk/q6S3HvGbFvo/s1600/june11%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617695901154370210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4apu06AQoWE/TfYQqIR5YqI/AAAAAAAADVk/q6S3HvGbFvo/s320/june11%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor little guy got up the nerve to sit back down with his big brothers, only to see this dude on his way. He ran, with huge eyes, back to my lap and hid his face. Only after Santa was a safe distance past did Charlie think he was a good guy, and maybe could give him a high-5. It's really a love/hate relationship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2VsJUeXMeoE/TfYQpl4z0EI/AAAAAAAADVc/uy166EgXE40/s1600/june11%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617695891922341954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2VsJUeXMeoE/TfYQpl4z0EI/AAAAAAAADVc/uy166EgXE40/s320/june11%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, there had to be traditional clothing, dancing, and music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_t7EyBwCDY/TfYPaijgEMI/AAAAAAAADVU/-kksbqLdQ2M/s1600/june11%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617694533817995458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_t7EyBwCDY/TfYPaijgEMI/AAAAAAAADVU/-kksbqLdQ2M/s320/june11%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spectators enjoying the parade. It was a little brisk, so Char actually kept me warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eEaTiHJq-QM/TfYPaAgmdjI/AAAAAAAADVM/iBFJEpGV7a8/s1600/june11%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617694524679026226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eEaTiHJq-QM/TfYPaAgmdjI/AAAAAAAADVM/iBFJEpGV7a8/s320/june11%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These folks sitting by us were hilarious. All originally from East Germany, Czech., or Yugoslavia...they had thick accents and were so funny, especially the lady in the bright purple coat. She called herself Oma (grandma) to the kids, and got a tad bit upset that someone did not give one of the girls a beaded necklace they were handing out. She went after them to get one... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zXXDAUH30vs/TfYPZq57a-I/AAAAAAAADVE/_4niC1B6IiU/s1600/june11%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617694518879677410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zXXDAUH30vs/TfYPZq57a-I/AAAAAAAADVE/_4niC1B6IiU/s320/june11%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sun eventually popped through the clouds, and we did a lot of walking, played at a park, and saw this feathered friend..."showing off" as Charlie said. But what beauty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just love when summer gets here and we can enjoy the festivals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZadlLQnH_rM/TfYPZXkFpqI/AAAAAAAADU8/NuHJn0q22Oc/s1600/june11%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617694513687799458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZadlLQnH_rM/TfYPZXkFpqI/AAAAAAAADU8/NuHJn0q22Oc/s320/june11%2B036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-4377359309895812157?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/4377359309895812157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=4377359309895812157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4377359309895812157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4377359309895812157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-in-bavaria.html' title='A Day in Bavaria'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SZF0Y8M3b1k/TfYQqoQf7dI/AAAAAAAADVs/LcwuajS_xqA/s72-c/june11%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-4798423707459871233</id><published>2011-06-11T07:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T09:27:03.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Music Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The past week and a half have been filled with music rehearsals, recitals, and concerts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last fall, Jacob started taking band at a local private school. They allow homeschoolers to join for free...very cool! Jacob chose to play the tuba, and he has loved playing that HUGE instrument!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The beginner band concert was last week and the kids did a great job. I can't imagine trying to teach a room full of 5th graders band...all new to their instruments, some new to reading music, and all of them new to playing in an ensemble. And since they started the year on the recorder, they actually didn't pick up their current instrument until almost November. Amazing job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Jacob hiding behind his tuba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616935924585137826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UWL6dh7AdzI/TfNddq8HBqI/AAAAAAAADUk/E0poKewekMo/s320/may11band%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There he is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616935928004572242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-noj6QrEQHEo/TfNdd3rXdFI/AAAAAAAADUs/90RnIVleWOM/s320/may11band%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The band teacher didn't stand to direct, but played along with them on the piano. I'd never seen this done before, but it really was a nice sound and the kids all played along with him very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616935940743680978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KFk2ECBAxU0/TfNdenIm09I/AAAAAAAADU0/7N0W4ZYeJFw/s320/may11band%2B009.JPG" /&gt; He also gave the kids a chance to perform another instrument if they chose, so Jacob played the piano. He's taken lessons for 5 years now, and also loves to play this instrument. He played &lt;em&gt;The Barber of Seville&lt;/em&gt;...a rather fast one...and he did great. He was pretty nervous, though, because he had a rough practice earlier in the day. He was concerned about what others would say about him if he goofed...ahh...here comes the age where others' opinions start to matter. So I reminded him not to be concerned about others' remarks...if God is with you, who can be against you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But instead of remembering those words as he walked to the piano, he told me all he could think of was..."yeah, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XgkhUw5W5Tk/TfNddB5-xNI/AAAAAAAADUc/7U7c5u-triw/s1600/may11band%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616935913570354386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XgkhUw5W5Tk/TfNddB5-xNI/AAAAAAAADUc/7U7c5u-triw/s320/may11band%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole family there to spur him on, along with proud grandparents!&lt;br /&gt;The only one that did NOT enjoy the concert was Laura...the noise and acoustics were too much for her senses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DRgzPlWvAOY/TfNdcyNTgsI/AAAAAAAADUU/yGHMsECeRbk/s1600/may11band%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616935909356438210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DRgzPlWvAOY/TfNdcyNTgsI/AAAAAAAADUU/yGHMsECeRbk/s320/may11band%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two of Jacob's best friends are in band with him. We carpooled this past year and it was a hoot listening to their conversations. What great imaginations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IpjtbTK8QLk/TfNZUMDMovI/AAAAAAAADUM/zpMUZij3REs/s1600/may11band%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616931363628032754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IpjtbTK8QLk/TfNZUMDMovI/AAAAAAAADUM/zpMUZij3REs/s320/may11band%2B026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep...three peas in a pod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4JhjieHWwjo/TfNZTyzsb0I/AAAAAAAADUE/o7U_7hiK7S8/s1600/may11band%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616931356852121410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4JhjieHWwjo/TfNZTyzsb0I/AAAAAAAADUE/o7U_7hiK7S8/s320/may11band%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next up...the piano recital. It was Amarin's first recital as he just started last fall. He and Jacob played a duet, and it was great to see them up there together having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-exE6DswsVUg/TfNZTeBiVMI/AAAAAAAADT8/CoOzGENJA2c/s1600/june11%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616931351273034946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-exE6DswsVUg/TfNZTeBiVMI/AAAAAAAADT8/CoOzGENJA2c/s320/june11%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amarin's smile says it all...he loves piano, too, and said he wasn't nervous at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a difference in confidence we've seen in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-apkJvT2TXYk/TfNZSzMYXSI/AAAAAAAADT0/ZGCoHIFN9MM/s1600/june11%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616931339775794466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-apkJvT2TXYk/TfNZSzMYXSI/AAAAAAAADT0/ZGCoHIFN9MM/s320/june11%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob was pretty intense with his playing. He sets his music up there just in case, but never looks at it. And we thought his foot was going to go through the floor the way he was stomping on the pedals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e3vQgmFISPU/TfNX8YbPYDI/AAAAAAAADTs/uncqgLFYPKs/s1600/june11%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616929855121612850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e3vQgmFISPU/TfNX8YbPYDI/AAAAAAAADTs/uncqgLFYPKs/s320/june11%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of their biggest fans. Despite Laura's expression, she did enjoy this music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RiDKTGGmiOU/TfNX77LDbRI/AAAAAAAADTk/tf3q8PbhfCY/s1600/june11%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616929847269092626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RiDKTGGmiOU/TfNX77LDbRI/AAAAAAAADTk/tf3q8PbhfCY/s320/june11%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flowers for their teacher, Ms. Becky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3oTFDC32l3o/TfNX7ZkRuEI/AAAAAAAADTc/qo74sezHk9k/s1600/june11%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616929838248081474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3oTFDC32l3o/TfNX7ZkRuEI/AAAAAAAADTc/qo74sezHk9k/s320/june11%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie joined in this photo. He's ready to play, and is already "practicing" his finger positions. It's been fun to watch his big brothers sit with him at the piano to teach him for a couple minutes each day. What a hoot it will be to see that little guy up there playing. Something tells me his song choices will be fast and loud...just a mom's intuition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aaPJ6b_Mn8w/TfNX7Jnk-hI/AAAAAAAADTU/kTxxPX2RQD0/s1600/june11%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616929833966959122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aaPJ6b_Mn8w/TfNX7Jnk-hI/AAAAAAAADTU/kTxxPX2RQD0/s320/june11%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Great job, boys! We're proud of you for working so hard at your lessons and practicing every day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-4798423707459871233?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/4798423707459871233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=4798423707459871233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4798423707459871233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4798423707459871233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/06/music-men.html' title='The Music Men'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UWL6dh7AdzI/TfNddq8HBqI/AAAAAAAADUk/E0poKewekMo/s72-c/may11band%2B012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-915373778170168443</id><published>2011-06-10T08:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T08:45:44.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anonymous?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK, fellow computer workers. Can anyone offer a suggestion as to why I'm only able to post comments as an anonymous person? It won't let me use my profile, and sometimes it keeps bumping me back and forth between my comment and my login. Anyone? Bueller?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-915373778170168443?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/915373778170168443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=915373778170168443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/915373778170168443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/915373778170168443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/06/anonymous.html' title='Anonymous?'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-8948639163812071312</id><published>2011-05-31T16:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T17:39:24.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds &amp; Paint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sounds like an odd combination, doesn't it? Part of our homeschool, wind-down-the-year studies is on animal life. This week we're concentrating on birds. At 7:30 AM today, we were out for a nature walk looking for birds. We saw robins, sparrows, cardinals, bluejays, and orioles, while several flocks of geese flew overhead. We stopped and listened silently (yes, they can be silent!) to all the bird calls. The early morning is just the best time to hear the birds. We saw robins catching worms, captured a roly-poly...and reminded Jacob how he used to snack on them when he was a wee lad. Yuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later, we broke out the art supplies. I'm with &lt;a href="http://joyunspeakableandfullofglory.blogspot.com/2011/05/sucked-into-mess.html"&gt;Lori&lt;/a&gt;...I do not like paint, or many other messy art activities. But with the weather being warm, we can at least head outside to do art, and not make a mess in the house. Jenna was in charge of painting this little birdhouse. I was reminded how happy I was to be outside. Paint EVERYWHERE!!!!! Praying it's truly washable so it comes out of her clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nHOCFvQlCQE/TeVbdhogBGI/AAAAAAAADTI/zUESM_MbgxI/s1600/may11%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612993073389765730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nHOCFvQlCQE/TeVbdhogBGI/AAAAAAAADTI/zUESM_MbgxI/s320/may11%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie spiffed up this little feeder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Wondering if Daddy will notice his drill in the background...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J0BLSqwEYOQ/TeVbdA0kjrI/AAAAAAAADTA/vwbBphVOmqE/s1600/may11%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612993064582024882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J0BLSqwEYOQ/TeVbdA0kjrI/AAAAAAAADTA/vwbBphVOmqE/s320/may11%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amarin had a building kit to put together. He chose to build a windowbox, and loved using his very own toolbox, hammer, screwdriver...and Daddy's power drill. When I brought it out, he said, "Oh, yeah!" Such a male! Later we'll fill the box and enjoy some flowers. (No, this had nothing to do with birds but it was fun)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lC6nMobyWWU/TeVbcxvmPHI/AAAAAAAADS4/nliboFc-Pgo/s1600/may11%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612993060534631538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lC6nMobyWWU/TeVbcxvmPHI/AAAAAAAADS4/nliboFc-Pgo/s320/may11%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie decided to get in on the manly toolbox work. We found part of an old tree stump and let him hammer away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DI1-38x-utA/TeVSSYouBRI/AAAAAAAADSw/49EegcfM3T4/s1600/may11%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612982986391553298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DI1-38x-utA/TeVSSYouBRI/AAAAAAAADSw/49EegcfM3T4/s320/may11%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The look after hitting his finger. Just one of those painful lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zT4-tfe0b8M/TeVSSNUXLDI/AAAAAAAADSo/ZG6h6M2sTwQ/s1600/may11%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612982983353379890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zT4-tfe0b8M/TeVSSNUXLDI/AAAAAAAADSo/ZG6h6M2sTwQ/s320/may11%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time for an icy treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q9gLk7SgpTg/TeVSRzJyBbI/AAAAAAAADSg/BAY4xi2Uwd8/s1600/may11%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612982976329680306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q9gLk7SgpTg/TeVSRzJyBbI/AAAAAAAADSg/BAY4xi2Uwd8/s320/may11%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Char took off with his project into the woods. Bare feet...such an important part of summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y33yJk0fXuc/TeVSRjjUzyI/AAAAAAAADSY/Ye7NQDBj63I/s1600/may11%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612982972141850402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y33yJk0fXuc/TeVSRjjUzyI/AAAAAAAADSY/Ye7NQDBj63I/s320/may11%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a ham!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BeCXr_ByvJ8/TeVSQtHvifI/AAAAAAAADSQ/4W4jrjT8GlU/s1600/may11%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612982957530647026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BeCXr_ByvJ8/TeVSQtHvifI/AAAAAAAADSQ/4W4jrjT8GlU/s320/may11%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-8948639163812071312?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/8948639163812071312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=8948639163812071312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/8948639163812071312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/8948639163812071312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/05/birds-paint.html' title='Birds &amp; Paint'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nHOCFvQlCQE/TeVbdhogBGI/AAAAAAAADTI/zUESM_MbgxI/s72-c/may11%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-4110637159694035382</id><published>2011-05-30T15:44:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T16:34:07.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We just couldn't miss the Memorial day parade today. Small town...small parade...a whopping 10 minutes long if I want to be generous on the side of time. Not only is it great to honor our veterans, but it was also Jenna's first parade. So, we all got decked out in our red, white, and blue, and waited for the big parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9or_SKeTOlw/TeP6AtzqnxI/AAAAAAAADSI/FPzaeAo2DXM/s1600/may11%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612604450837012242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9or_SKeTOlw/TeP6AtzqnxI/AAAAAAAADSI/FPzaeAo2DXM/s320/may11%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Laura and I had to run across the street to say hi to her friend Sami, that goes to school with her. She, too, is from Asia, and they are often mistaken at school for sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-26ESQH774ks/TeP6AEMqxgI/AAAAAAAADSA/BR3iaht7BTs/s1600/may11%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612604439667590658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-26ESQH774ks/TeP6AEMqxgI/AAAAAAAADSA/BR3iaht7BTs/s320/may11%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, the parade had to start with the police escort...including an old fashioned car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wpjF3rbt8Js/TeP5MLKWOtI/AAAAAAAADR4/m179vd742I4/s1600/may11%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612603548183706322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wpjF3rbt8Js/TeP5MLKWOtI/AAAAAAAADR4/m179vd742I4/s320/may11%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I couldn't convince Amarin that was the real Statue of Liberty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mKlN3zok63Y/TeP5L0-FVTI/AAAAAAAADRw/jHXwNc4kSk0/s1600/may11%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612603542226687282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mKlN3zok63Y/TeP5L0-FVTI/AAAAAAAADRw/jHXwNc4kSk0/s320/may11%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After, we packed a picnic and headed to the state park. Laura was lounging with her little pony.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...she's got it made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ei17gMW7xuo/TeP5Lb85QmI/AAAAAAAADRo/5fdrfPF8y_g/s1600/may11%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612603535510815330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ei17gMW7xuo/TeP5Lb85QmI/AAAAAAAADRo/5fdrfPF8y_g/s320/may11%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jamie and Charlie went to the little store to buy some worms...but it was closed. Bummer. And we ate all our food, so no extra bread lying around. (Like there's ever any leftovers).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that didn't stop Charlie and Amarin. They nabbed some fruit snacks, put them on their hooks, and tossed out their line...for almost one hour. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't have the heart to tell them that no fish was going to nibble their Veggie Tale gummies. Truth be told, they were just having fun casting their own lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See Laura? She thought it was a great idea to walk toward the water...thinking perhaps her dolphin friends would be there to greet her. Not a happy girl when we wouldn't let her go swimming. She slapped her leg several times to be sure we knew she was mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5C5iH5dF8Q8/TeP319XVLII/AAAAAAAADRg/uvNAh3JbEq0/s1600/may11%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612602067011316866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5C5iH5dF8Q8/TeP319XVLII/AAAAAAAADRg/uvNAh3JbEq0/s320/may11%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These two are like glue...even when they're madder than anything at one another, they are inseparable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t-eIdxLrEzk/TeP31YPCrCI/AAAAAAAADRY/VPCE-Ob0Xyc/s1600/may11%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612602057044438050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t-eIdxLrEzk/TeP31YPCrCI/AAAAAAAADRY/VPCE-Ob0Xyc/s320/may11%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob knew there was no way he would get a fish to bite, so he just hung out, watched, and kept us informed about his latest read...Jacques Cousteau. I now know more than I ever cared to know about the man...and, yes...I did assign the reading...must think twice before giving these assignments because I know I'll hear A LOT about them. There was a reason his papa knicknamed him motormouth at the ripe age of 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ig6G3NpnPF8/TeP31CoSm_I/AAAAAAAADRQ/UEZnoZiOvdM/s1600/may11%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612602051244760050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ig6G3NpnPF8/TeP31CoSm_I/AAAAAAAADRQ/UEZnoZiOvdM/s320/may11%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Glue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SprGVFs3C0/TeP2e2gm6XI/AAAAAAAADRI/f-Dafgc6XVk/s1600/may11%2B019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612600570522560882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6SprGVFs3C0/TeP2e2gm6XI/AAAAAAAADRI/f-Dafgc6XVk/s320/may11%2B019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amarin loves this pass time. My quiet one enjoying a quiet activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R1jz36DDKKo/TeP2egrhS7I/AAAAAAAADRA/IKXmB70f-5E/s1600/may11%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612600564662750130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R1jz36DDKKo/TeP2egrhS7I/AAAAAAAADRA/IKXmB70f-5E/s320/may11%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jenna tried her hand at fishing. I'm thinking she needs a girly fishing pole. And I can't wait to see how she manages to put a worm on the hook...who do you think will squirm more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UpCH06k-tts/TeP1V47TccI/AAAAAAAADQ4/FD38kYVeZ9s/s1600/may11%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612599317040951746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UpCH06k-tts/TeP1V47TccI/AAAAAAAADQ4/FD38kYVeZ9s/s320/may11%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Have you ever seen sweeter faces?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And look at her hair. I'm thinking some curls may be on the way in her growing locks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7VTLx-J6wY4/TeP1VuYfFMI/AAAAAAAADQw/-QRoPQzYluY/s1600/may11%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612599314210559170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7VTLx-J6wY4/TeP1VuYfFMI/AAAAAAAADQw/-QRoPQzYluY/s320/may11%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweet, strong Charlie. He has the most amazing personality. We've really seen him growing up in the past couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jp_qzeaHpXE/TeP1VG3P8wI/AAAAAAAADQo/Rjp9Vb6TVXM/s1600/may11%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612599303602172674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jp_qzeaHpXE/TeP1VG3P8wI/AAAAAAAADQo/Rjp9Vb6TVXM/s320/may11%2B036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, and no fishing excursion would be complete without detangling a fishing line from a nearby tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bG6n_wu7Zgc/TeP1U6jfiNI/AAAAAAAADQg/AsuYChnCTL0/s1600/may11%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612599300298082514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bG6n_wu7Zgc/TeP1U6jfiNI/AAAAAAAADQg/AsuYChnCTL0/s320/may11%2B040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Memorial Day, 2011!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-4110637159694035382?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/4110637159694035382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=4110637159694035382' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4110637159694035382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4110637159694035382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/05/memorial-day-fun.html' title='Memorial Day Fun'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9or_SKeTOlw/TeP6AtzqnxI/AAAAAAAADSI/FPzaeAo2DXM/s72-c/may11%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-3037986325175690493</id><published>2011-05-29T12:46:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T13:17:08.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Days At Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know, I know. I've not been the most prompt lately with by blog. Frankly, it's a little tough to top the blogs about swimming with dolphins. We're back to our normal routine...school, activities, grocery shopping, outings here and there, grocery shopping, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The weather this past week was pretty...no...very, very yucky. Cold and wet.We spent a majority of our time indoors, and we're all going a tad bit stir-crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday we were finally over 55 degrees. Whoa...heat wave! So, outside we went to burn off all that extra energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was actually last weekend before the polar winds blew in. Jenna decided to blast the boys with the hose. It's well water, friends...very, very cold water. She thought is was hilarious until the hose got turned on her. I decided not to post the tears. As the boys say...she's such a girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4KY-N0IOWDs/TeJ7pvlhOlI/AAAAAAAADQY/qWOy1pkHdYA/s1600/may11%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612184042735745618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4KY-N0IOWDs/TeJ7pvlhOlI/AAAAAAAADQY/qWOy1pkHdYA/s320/may11%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy held Laura a safe distance away from the water. Guessing that was his way of avoiding a good soaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GRtSifu8EOI/TeJ7pFEUf6I/AAAAAAAADQQ/edG0dERXsSE/s1600/may11%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612184031322210210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GRtSifu8EOI/TeJ7pFEUf6I/AAAAAAAADQQ/edG0dERXsSE/s320/may11%2B022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was a lesson in changing the oil. The boys thought is was cool until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jT-FPXqui4s/TeJ6loukxbI/AAAAAAAADQI/180uqXgXCLE/s1600/may11%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612182872663573938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jT-FPXqui4s/TeJ6loukxbI/AAAAAAAADQI/180uqXgXCLE/s320/may11%2B026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vWf__KBKu5s/TeJ6lCQl4BI/AAAAAAAADQA/pgdcmzBzqfQ/s1600/may11%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612182862337269778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vWf__KBKu5s/TeJ6lCQl4BI/AAAAAAAADQA/pgdcmzBzqfQ/s320/may11%2B028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie decided he'd rather build a house for an ant. 'Cause I'm sure that's exactly what the poor thing was looking for...a new grave...er, home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MMH9WgXFqXY/TeJ6kkpvL5I/AAAAAAAADP4/Z7ZzbRAyKF0/s1600/may11%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612182854389673874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MMH9WgXFqXY/TeJ6kkpvL5I/AAAAAAAADP4/Z7ZzbRAyKF0/s320/may11%2B029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jenna and I decided to do our girly job of fixing lunch for our guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e6iBJg23OIc/TeJ6kSW27CI/AAAAAAAADPw/TNd_APeqCTk/s1600/may11%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612182849478650914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e6iBJg23OIc/TeJ6kSW27CI/AAAAAAAADPw/TNd_APeqCTk/s320/may11%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-3037986325175690493?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/3037986325175690493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=3037986325175690493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/3037986325175690493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/3037986325175690493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/05/days-at-home.html' title='Days At Home'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4KY-N0IOWDs/TeJ7pvlhOlI/AAAAAAAADQY/qWOy1pkHdYA/s72-c/may11%2B010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-3883616430782720849</id><published>2011-05-17T10:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T11:08:45.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MAW - May 14, 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, my swim with the dolphins was done. But I still had another afternoon of sunbathing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love sitting on the steps, splashing my hands in the water, and just looking beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm4sHtJrIBU/TdKMb0MJUJI/AAAAAAAADN4/GkdaS3RW9_Y/s1600/makeawish%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607698895523631250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm4sHtJrIBU/TdKMb0MJUJI/AAAAAAAADN4/GkdaS3RW9_Y/s320/makeawish%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My siblings all decided to jump into the pool together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-byBtQcymskc/TdKMbdAadbI/AAAAAAAADNw/JmesdA7OH0o/s1600/makeawish%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607698889300407730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-byBtQcymskc/TdKMbdAadbI/AAAAAAAADNw/JmesdA7OH0o/s320/makeawish%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Set...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-25yj5Faqkug/TdKMa32aRsI/AAAAAAAADNo/juaii1vXiik/s1600/makeawish%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607698879326340802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-25yj5Faqkug/TdKMa32aRsI/AAAAAAAADNo/juaii1vXiik/s320/makeawish%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gvd-3MSVItE/TdKIbUWYc_I/AAAAAAAADNg/h2cuY1ICFKI/s1600/makeawish%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607694488930120690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gvd-3MSVItE/TdKIbUWYc_I/AAAAAAAADNg/h2cuY1ICFKI/s320/makeawish%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Splash!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cCvNAec8VZU/TdKIbHhefNI/AAAAAAAADNY/EKHwx-3-4ug/s1600/makeawish%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607694485486992594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cCvNAec8VZU/TdKIbHhefNI/AAAAAAAADNY/EKHwx-3-4ug/s320/makeawish%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy can hold on to all of us in the water. He's so strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ND2A9iDjhhQ/TdKIa0BnopI/AAAAAAAADNQ/CQnjml-4E-U/s1600/makeawish%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607694480253100690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ND2A9iDjhhQ/TdKIa0BnopI/AAAAAAAADNQ/CQnjml-4E-U/s320/makeawish%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then, Sunday morning, we flew back home. Let me tell you, my teeth were actually chattering when we hit that 43 degree weather. Seriously? This is May? Someone put me back on the plane to Bella and Fiji, please!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The limo picked us up at the airport and drove us home. I was happy, but not quite as much as the drive TO the airport last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had such a fun time. I feel very blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-71nACyw7gGs/TdKIad1KYFI/AAAAAAAADNI/oAVNkmNPdBY/s1600/makeawish%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607694474295271506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-71nACyw7gGs/TdKIad1KYFI/AAAAAAAADNI/oAVNkmNPdBY/s320/makeawish%2B025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-3883616430782720849?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/3883616430782720849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=3883616430782720849' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/3883616430782720849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/3883616430782720849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/05/maw-may-14-15.html' title='MAW - May 14, 15'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm4sHtJrIBU/TdKMb0MJUJI/AAAAAAAADN4/GkdaS3RW9_Y/s72-c/makeawish%2B007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-4328855978609660153</id><published>2011-05-13T14:14:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T14:48:05.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MAW - May 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is Friday, and my last day with my dolphin friends, and my people friends that I have met this week. I have had so, so much fun. I've been smiling a lot and doing my favorite thing...swimming and splashing in the water!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm jumping back to last night, though. We went back to the restaurant where they feed the tarpon and sharks...one of those sharks was a least 6 feet long, Daddy said! Mama ordered alligator for us to try. Most all of us loved it! Jacob wished Mama would have told him it was chicken so he could eat his whole piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Amarin eating his alligator, with a spicy coating which is perfect for him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42MXTMVJuNA/Tc133N3ULjI/AAAAAAAADNA/SAadHW9SmeU/s1600/makeawish%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606268901644316210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42MXTMVJuNA/Tc133N3ULjI/AAAAAAAADNA/SAadHW9SmeU/s320/makeawish%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob really wanted to eat crab down here. So he ordered fresh stone crab which is only in season here until May 15th. Phew! Just made it! Jacob...he's so silly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NxsCFzzDdlk/Tc132y2lg9I/AAAAAAAADM4/Y396FsPG-xY/s1600/makeawish%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606268894393500626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NxsCFzzDdlk/Tc132y2lg9I/AAAAAAAADM4/Y396FsPG-xY/s320/makeawish%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie had a bird sitting right behind his head, so he got up to watch it, as well as the fish and sharks swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1hS525baq0c/Tc13QXXbH1I/AAAAAAAADMw/s8sq5w0yd60/s1600/makeawish%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606268234180009810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1hS525baq0c/Tc13QXXbH1I/AAAAAAAADMw/s8sq5w0yd60/s320/makeawish%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, back to this morning with my dolphin friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister and me...just hangin' out with the fish and lobsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IhUTJkcvRNc/Tc13QMGFU4I/AAAAAAAADMo/69ovJhZfJow/s1600/makeawish%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606268231154488194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IhUTJkcvRNc/Tc13QMGFU4I/AAAAAAAADMo/69ovJhZfJow/s320/makeawish%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael briefed us on what to do and not do in the water. Today was not a structured swim, but an open swim...swimming with the dolphins in their environment. No touching the dolphins today, and we had to keep our hands from moving around in the water. We had to keep moving, and not "challenge" a dolphin by nodding our heads at them or swimming directly at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NHIAxSvTjww/Tc121-wh36I/AAAAAAAADMg/Pi7hz8TPoqA/s1600/makeawish%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606267780897824674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NHIAxSvTjww/Tc121-wh36I/AAAAAAAADMg/Pi7hz8TPoqA/s320/makeawish%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So here we are. A mass of noodles, fins, and people, all having a blast in the water. Mama even said the water was warm. And if you know my mama, she's not very tolerant of anything less than bathwater temps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HIUgSTq47XM/Tc121gANktI/AAAAAAAADMY/hRqsJrIlURE/s1600/makeawish%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606267772642104018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HIUgSTq47XM/Tc121gANktI/AAAAAAAADMY/hRqsJrIlURE/s320/makeawish%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More masses of swimmers! Sometimes we couldn't tell where the dolphins were, but those watching from the viewing area could tell us if they were below or behind or beside us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D5TgnV2SyGM/Tc121blzahI/AAAAAAAADMQ/hpL6GEETRnI/s1600/makeawish%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606267771457595922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D5TgnV2SyGM/Tc121blzahI/AAAAAAAADMQ/hpL6GEETRnI/s320/makeawish%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We all lined up to swim together across the water. Apparently the dolphins think this is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5ZnmCfpi-k/Tc121FRN5-I/AAAAAAAADMI/14kQeCah_cU/s1600/makeawish%2B046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606267765465671650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5ZnmCfpi-k/Tc121FRN5-I/AAAAAAAADMI/14kQeCah_cU/s320/makeawish%2B046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry dolphins...we kind of fell apart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5xMk0HXv41w/Tc12dMsOxFI/AAAAAAAADMA/HZVAS0ZG78M/s1600/makeawish%2B049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606267355141162066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5xMk0HXv41w/Tc12dMsOxFI/AAAAAAAADMA/HZVAS0ZG78M/s320/makeawish%2B049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's a dolphin we could see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n5rY_UEqNoU/Tc12c8-3nTI/AAAAAAAADL4/TSioMky3BE4/s1600/makeawish%2B053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606267350924369202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n5rY_UEqNoU/Tc12c8-3nTI/AAAAAAAADL4/TSioMky3BE4/s320/makeawish%2B053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how I felt all week...happy, happy, happy! Lots and lots of smiles and giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Whggb3fUrQM/Tc12ctvFDLI/AAAAAAAADLw/UG-zqfZGVhw/s1600/makeawish%2B067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606267346831609010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Whggb3fUrQM/Tc12ctvFDLI/AAAAAAAADLw/UG-zqfZGVhw/s320/makeawish%2B067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mama and I had a fun swim together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uqb_pPsiuSU/Tc12ce_1QQI/AAAAAAAADLo/nRjRG8RAYD8/s1600/makeawish%2B068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606267342875345154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uqb_pPsiuSU/Tc12ce_1QQI/AAAAAAAADLo/nRjRG8RAYD8/s320/makeawish%2B068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was giggling because Mama kept making noises in my ear that sounded like a dolphin blowing bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2FXqcOJPEQ/Tc119AogJ_I/AAAAAAAADLg/6dRLSJWMd18/s1600/makeawish%2B069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606266802148485106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R2FXqcOJPEQ/Tc119AogJ_I/AAAAAAAADLg/6dRLSJWMd18/s320/makeawish%2B069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know what Mama was laughing about, but she was having fun, too. She had always wanted to swim with the dolphins! She thinks they are beautiful and smart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c7-F3-Uj1pI/Tc118xXO-YI/AAAAAAAADLY/TL07BNkuNbU/s1600/makeawish%2B070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606266798049524098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c7-F3-Uj1pI/Tc118xXO-YI/AAAAAAAADLY/TL07BNkuNbU/s320/makeawish%2B070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All done. I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrg97-drzWk/Tc118j2JhnI/AAAAAAAADLQ/1weuRRAo2nI/s1600/makeawish%2B092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606266794421094002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrg97-drzWk/Tc118j2JhnI/AAAAAAAADLQ/1weuRRAo2nI/s320/makeawish%2B092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Very, very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7THKjA6pxp4/Tc11YPNm13I/AAAAAAAADLI/75DMK1vOLi8/s1600/makeawish%2B093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606266170407049074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7THKjA6pxp4/Tc11YPNm13I/AAAAAAAADLI/75DMK1vOLi8/s320/makeawish%2B093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-4328855978609660153?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/4328855978609660153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=4328855978609660153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4328855978609660153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/4328855978609660153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/05/maw-may-13.html' title='MAW - May 13'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-42MXTMVJuNA/Tc133N3ULjI/AAAAAAAADNA/SAadHW9SmeU/s72-c/makeawish%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-2532111891707618775</id><published>2011-05-12T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:27:09.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MAW - May 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, today was my last one-on-one swim with Bella and Fiji. We're all kind of sad, but at least we have tomorrow to swim with them in an open swim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We arrived early today to go fishing with Joe...catch &amp;amp; release. He likes to take people fishing right off their dock. See that bridge behind him and Amarin? That leads to another dolphin swim place where Joe first attended a long time ago after he had a stroke. You should read &lt;a href="http://www.islanddolphincare.org/about-2/island-dolphin-care-history/"&gt;his amazing story&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amarin caught the first fish. Notice how far back he stands? He's not one to embrace animals up close very much. That's why I was really surprised when he was so excited to swim with the dolphins!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kZqXzl4Tz3E/TcwZZlzA1fI/AAAAAAAADKw/_NRz6RKoQ3c/s1600/makeawish%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605883563602925042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kZqXzl4Tz3E/TcwZZlzA1fI/AAAAAAAADKw/_NRz6RKoQ3c/s320/makeawish%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next was Jacob...wearing his famous fishing hat! He caught a snapper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like Jenna's expression. Not sure if the sun is in her eyes, or if she's not so sure about that fish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f-F-pGiuICY/TcwZZdfhbMI/AAAAAAAADKo/bfx6dAVkBHY/s1600/makeawish%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605883561373691074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f-F-pGiuICY/TcwZZdfhbMI/AAAAAAAADKo/bfx6dAVkBHY/s320/makeawish%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlie was bummin' because he hadn't caught a fish. Then he caught four...boom, boom, boom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3sSAp0Es0Bs/TcwZZOek9zI/AAAAAAAADKg/7PuV3mGJjs8/s1600/makeawish%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605883557343196978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3sSAp0Es0Bs/TcwZZOek9zI/AAAAAAAADKg/7PuV3mGJjs8/s320/makeawish%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jenna decided she wasn't going to be outdone by her brothers, so she caught one, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MNM5RAo7jLo/TcwZKUbN2lI/AAAAAAAADKY/arLYM2Qdcl4/s1600/makeawish%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605883301241674322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MNM5RAo7jLo/TcwZKUbN2lI/AAAAAAAADKY/arLYM2Qdcl4/s320/makeawish%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then they all begged Joe to catch one of the lobsters that was in their waterfall tank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x1nauQl0lwE/TcwZKMlwh1I/AAAAAAAADKQ/Q51aoQtvuhw/s1600/makeawish%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605883299138406226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x1nauQl0lwE/TcwZKMlwh1I/AAAAAAAADKQ/Q51aoQtvuhw/s320/makeawish%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He caught one. Mama was really eye'in up that tail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4k4sFCWkjCA/TcwY-z1mnjI/AAAAAAAADKI/T1wfBc3TQgw/s1600/makeawish%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605883103515418162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4k4sFCWkjCA/TcwY-z1mnjI/AAAAAAAADKI/T1wfBc3TQgw/s320/makeawish%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dolphin swim time arrived, and today, Jenna got to swim with me. It was like a girls-only swim! Well, except Michael, Fiji, and Kyle, the trainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_fTdFDxxSnU/TcwY-pCganI/AAAAAAAADKA/2UVS0HoUI6M/s1600/makeawish%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605883100616747634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_fTdFDxxSnU/TcwY-pCganI/AAAAAAAADKA/2UVS0HoUI6M/s320/makeawish%2B025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As always, I was happy to finally get into the water with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qAqRqw84GgE/TcwYYaUfp4I/AAAAAAAADJ4/dwLqycZ7BlU/s1600/makeawish%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605882443830634370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qAqRqw84GgE/TcwYYaUfp4I/AAAAAAAADJ4/dwLqycZ7BlU/s320/makeawish%2B026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jenna got to give a belly rub from the deck, while I did one out in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ILj4zwgZzY/TcwYYJldWZI/AAAAAAAADJw/5WCQ8ycEl6U/s1600/makeawish%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605882439338383762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ILj4zwgZzY/TcwYYJldWZI/AAAAAAAADJw/5WCQ8ycEl6U/s320/makeawish%2B034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then Michael took both of us out to sing the ABC song with Bella and Fiji. You should hear those dolphins squeal a tune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j_X-G6rjYbU/TcwX-fuwS3I/AAAAAAAADJo/bDUo39X1qCQ/s1600/makeawish%2B041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605881998606355314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j_X-G6rjYbU/TcwX-fuwS3I/AAAAAAAADJo/bDUo39X1qCQ/s320/makeawish%2B041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then it was time for the "carwash."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRSTGQSDKEQ/TcwX9y_nA-I/AAAAAAAADJg/fDgzgbpntSg/s1600/makeawish%2B044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605881986597454818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRSTGQSDKEQ/TcwX9y_nA-I/AAAAAAAADJg/fDgzgbpntSg/s320/makeawish%2B044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We weren't sure if Jenna would want to do much in the water, but she kept pointing to the blue board. So, Michael took for a "driving test." She passed with flying colors and a huge smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7sm-P-5QAiY/TcwX9iM8wmI/AAAAAAAADJY/C2gTQi3dbRU/s1600/makeawish%2B048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605881982090003042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7sm-P-5QAiY/TcwX9iM8wmI/AAAAAAAADJY/C2gTQi3dbRU/s320/makeawish%2B048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jenna and I both got to gently push down on the dolpins' snouts. That tells them that it's time to blow bubbles like a jacuzzi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DwmwNXyseSY/TcwXs-OUreI/AAAAAAAADJQ/yvbC0DKMADg/s1600/makeawish%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605881697554181602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DwmwNXyseSY/TcwXs-OUreI/AAAAAAAADJQ/yvbC0DKMADg/s320/makeawish%2B056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The dolphins brought rings out to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x8Tz_F6X1nA/TcwXsuXOsvI/AAAAAAAADJI/zAWVeadNI9g/s1600/makeawish%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605881693296571122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x8Tz_F6X1nA/TcwXsuXOsvI/AAAAAAAADJI/zAWVeadNI9g/s320/makeawish%2B058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and then took them back to Jenna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7Rt9SrA8ic/TcwXUNmk_DI/AAAAAAAADJA/_s_JDM9ZnIM/s1600/makeawish%2B059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605881272185715762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7Rt9SrA8ic/TcwXUNmk_DI/AAAAAAAADJA/_s_JDM9ZnIM/s320/makeawish%2B059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I gave Bella a kiss...almost a bite...but it was a kiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k0fmSBKbMOg/TcwXTwOW9BI/AAAAAAAADI4/BMp_jGJCDUc/s1600/makeawish%2B063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605881264299504658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k0fmSBKbMOg/TcwXTwOW9BI/AAAAAAAADI4/BMp_jGJCDUc/s320/makeawish%2B063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jenna puckered up to kiss Fiji, but she didn't really kiss him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H-JrjQoAKk4/TcwXTWgnRjI/AAAAAAAADIw/dqwuUPFtvKE/s1600/makeawish%2B068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605881257396749874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H-JrjQoAKk4/TcwXTWgnRjI/AAAAAAAADIw/dqwuUPFtvKE/s320/makeawish%2B068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tomorrow is my last day with my friends. Very early, Mama and I, along with other families will all get into the water together, and the dolphins will have a free swim with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're all feeling a little sad that tomorrow is our last day. We've had so much fun here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a very special place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4178475540205180708-2532111891707618775?l=beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/feeds/2532111891707618775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4178475540205180708&amp;postID=2532111891707618775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/2532111891707618775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4178475540205180708/posts/default/2532111891707618775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beyondthehorizon-miller.blogspot.com/2011/05/maw-may-12.html' title='MAW - May 12'/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15521167090058001464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qopHDyNSxJk/TcL0tcgwlxI/AAAAAAAAC6s/sGQ3_DzVv5U/s220/Laura_and_Mom.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kZqXzl4Tz3E/TcwZZlzA1fI/AAAAAAAADKw/_NRz6RKoQ3c/s72-c/makeawish%2B004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4178475540205180708.post-1433692303614624114</id><published>2011-05-11T14:12:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:27:08.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MAW - May 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's Wednesday, and that means two things. One...my days of swimming with the dolphins are 1/2 over, and two...BBQ day for lunch! We arrived a little early for my swim, and just walked around the facility. We happened upon a sensory garden that was put together by two girl scout troops. There are lots of plants, fountains, feeders, chimes, pinwheels, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charlie found a pineapple growing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iM5maIjN6Co/TcraxQPDGEI/AAAAAAAADIo/jHb5sqJBl8k/s1600/makeawish%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605533225922533442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iM5maIjN6Co/TcraxQPDGEI/AAAAAAAADIo/jHb5sqJBl8k/s320/makeawish%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Jacob found a mango tree!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TV0fxtH8a4A/TcraxJHFbHI/AAAAAAAADIg/gwjShO10wLo/s1600/makeawish%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605533224010083442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TV0fxtH8a4A/TcraxJHFbHI/AAAAAAAADIg/gwjShO10wLo/s320/makeawish%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today Charlie got to swim with Bella, Fiji, Michael, and me.&lt;br /&gt;He was excited while he waited...such a cute little brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiLE-2ATwRY/Tcraw-Ln5RI/AAAAAAAADIY/m1JuKhJcg9c/s1600/makeawish%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605533221076329746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kiLE-2ATwRY/Tcraw-Ln5RI/AAAAAAAADIY/m1JuKhJcg9c/s320/makeawish%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me? I couldn't wait to dive in again. Char? Not looking very sure about this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1jBpvS-rEWQ/TcrZgIO6bQI/AAAAAAAADIQ/Ck5euJWaQZM/s1600/makeawish%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605531832205077762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1jBpvS-rEWQ/TcrZgIO6bQI/AAAAAAAADIQ/Ck5euJWaQZM/s320/makeawish%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlie's face was funny. He knew a splash was coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n0a9xHkzeiw/TcrZf53QVnI/AAAAAAAADII/nR8WEWwMV38/s1600/makeawish%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605531828347754098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n0a9xHkzeiw/TcrZf53QVnI/AAAAAAAADII/nR8WEWwMV38/s320/makeawish%2B029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then Char got to go on a surfing ride. Michael helped him, while the dolphins pushed Michael's feet. Look at Char smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at this group of smiles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xm-enIKghT4/TcrZflHn26I/AAAAAAAADIA/6St5_kSAq6s/s1600/makeawish%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605531822779259810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xm-enIKghT4/TcrZflHn26I/AAAAAAAADIA/6St5_kSAq6s/s320/makeawish%2B037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DvrCycUUlKc/TcrY92EgeRI/AAAAAAAADH4/4UHknC-k5H0/s1600/makeawish%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605531243214043410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DvrCycUUlKc/TcrY92EgeRI/AAAAAAAADH4/4UHknC-k5H0/s320/makeawish%2B040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oEur3Zdow_I/TcrY9jUvmsI/AAAAAAAADHw/u32_V4220wY/s1600/makeawish%2B042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605531238181870274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oEur3Zdow_I/TcrY9jUvmsI/AAAAAAAADHw/u32_V4220wY/s320/makeawish%2B042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iZFjjBiKmRY/TcrY9CmRzBI/AAAAAAAADHo/-OK-xrOZVmM/s1600/makeawish%2B044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605531229397044242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iZFjjBiKmRY/TcrY9CmRzBI/AAAAAAAADHo/-OK-xrOZVmM/s320/makeawish%2B044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still see me, Mama?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bOb_7O0u1uU/TcrYcku8-8I/AAAAAAAADHg/D1OrmD8535g/s1600/makeawish%2B046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605530671624551362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bOb_7O0u1uU/TcrYcku8-8I/AAAAAAAADHg/D1OrmD8535g/s320/makeawish%2B046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then he shook hands with both dolphins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JN6SNXhWi6k/TcrYcWPHbzI/AAAAAAAADHY/VDSQqLg34kA/s1600/makeawish%2B051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605530667732922162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JN6SNXhWi6k/TcrYcWPHbzI/AAAAAAAADHY/VDSQqLg34kA/s320/makeawish%2B051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Charlie and I gave the dolphins a "carwash" with our feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_fgjMaxF4gc/TcrYcKQ8OEI/AAAAAAAADHQ/Ojn4sYujDm4/s1600/makeawish%2B052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605530664519350338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_fgjMaxF4gc/TcrYcKQ8OEI/AAAAAAAADHQ/Ojn4sYujDm4/s320/makeawish%2B052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My turn again. We cracked up at the dolphin's face in this picture. Looks like Fiji is smiling at the camera! Such personalities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-scQmm9X5Pdg/TcrYHrEApkI/AAAAAAAADHI/SesvXBJvE8g/s1600/makeawish%2B060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605530312546231874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-scQmm9X5Pdg/TcrYHrEApkI/AAAAAAAADHI/SesvXBJvE8g/s320/makeawish%2B060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just love the water and these dolphins. I wish they were in my backyard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--pwVBJtPPAM/TcrYHSQdBiI/AAAAAAAADHA/u6JCSmEUB4k/s1600/makeawish%2B062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605530305887536674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--pwVBJtPPAM/TcrYHSQdBiI/AAAAAAAADHA/u6JCSmEUB4k/s320/makeawish%2B062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A kiss for the princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ewGbxJyC8q0/TcrXBClBCoI/AAAAAAAADGw/Vu5iVUAcFRU/s1600/makeawish%2B077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605529099087972994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ewGbxJyC8q0/TcrXBClBCoI/AAAAAAAADGw/Vu5iVUAcFRU/s320/makeawish%2B077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BBQ time! After my swim and classroom time, the directors put on a BBQ lunch for us. They do this for the staff and families, at no charge, every Wednesday. They served hot dogs, burgers, mac &amp;amp; cheese, chips, drinks, and dessert. I really liked the snickerdoodle cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dujR0Z1kqtk/TcrXAmEqkDI/AAAAAAAADGo/WWb4nWeaHFw/s1600/makeawish%2B087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605529091436089394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dujR0Z1kqtk/TcrXAmEqkDI/AAAAAAAADGo/WWb4nWeaHFw/s320/makeawish%2B087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pete is the BBQ master here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3Br7UittVM/TcrWyvMDWaI/AAAAAAAADGg/n2MKlllFRiY/s1600/makeawish%2B088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605528853364824482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3Br7UittVM/TcrWyvMDWaI/AAAAAAAADGg/n2MKlllFRiY/s320/makeawish%2B088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's &lt;a href="http://www.islanddolphincare.org/about-2/our-staff/"&gt;Pete, and his son, Joe&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great &lt;a href="http://www.islanddolphincare.org/about-2/island-dolphin-care-history/"&gt;story if you want to read it&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1wPMHijAIuQ/TcrU5pnvRxI/AAAAAAAADGY/zYPnIS897kI/s1600/makeawish%2B089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605526773106165522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1wPMHijAIuQ/TcrU5pnvRxI/AAAAAAAADGY/zYPnIS897kI/s320/makeawish%2B089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After we ate, we all took off to the touch-tank. &lt;a href="http://www.islanddolphincare.org/about-2/our-staff/"&gt;Joe and Kim &lt;/a&gt;gather specimens (they have special permission) from the surrounding waters and put them in this tank where kids (and adults) can handle them...gently, please! We kids spent so long here...and were very interested in all the different species. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amarin, who tends to be a little nervous around animals and strange, new creatures, even enjoyed it. He was happy with himself that he tried touching some of the creatures (without screaming, I might add!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RT8UF3xcdlo/TcrU5ZzoVtI/AAAAAAAADGQ/8PrWbhLEKbg/s1600/makeawish%2B093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605526768861075154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RT8UF3xcdlo/TcrU5ZzoVtI/AAAAAAAADGQ/8PrWbhLEKbg/s320/makeawish%2B093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found it fun to splash...WATER!!! Yahoo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r9k4KgVKBaM/TcrTW5_ESOI/AAAAAAAADGI/kDCnzqwYXOU/s1600/makeawish%2B095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605525076691929314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r9k4KgVKBaM/TcrTW5_ESOI/AAAAAAAADGI/kDCnzqwYXOU/s320/makeawish%2B095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlie was hanging out with Dawn, who is an intern from Scotland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b-WtwrcZZ7w/TcrTW3TIETI/AAAAAAAADGA/plQxNjU9Q_I/s1600/makeawish%2B100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605525075970756914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b-WtwrcZZ7w/TcrTW3TIETI/AAAAAAAADGA/plQxNjU9Q_I/s320/makeawish%2B100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob had a blast, too, finding all kinds of creatures. Here is some kind of a starfish. It felt like earthworms on his hand. He had lots of questions for Kim, who is in charge of marine education here. He also talked to some of the interns about the college studies. He loves the outdoors, wild animals, plants, etc. He's thinking marine life is pretty cool right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mTk9UKtXr4E/TcrTWk80RdI/AAAAAAAADF4/im1s7s__zmM/s1600/makeawish%2B101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605525071045346770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mTk9UKtXr4E/TcrTWk80RdI/AAAAAAAADF4/im1s7s__zmM/s320/makeawish%2B101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little sister was a bit nervous about all of these creatures. But watching everyone else, she finally got up the nerve to touch a f
