<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728710694779287750</id><updated>2009-11-11T14:54:41.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of the Ball Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is an adventure, see it as that, laugh when it's funny and cry when it hurts.  Always let life surprise you, it keeps things interesting!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Winter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005921619168853573</uri><email>bargainsister@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>194</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728710694779287750.post-8304844767284940652</id><published>2009-04-09T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:55:29.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Worth The Wait!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/Sd415piytiI/AAAAAAAABYM/rqNItT9BUU8/s1600-h/100_0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/Sd415piytiI/AAAAAAAABYM/rqNItT9BUU8/s400/100_0084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322751074119104034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;This is our wedding quilt from my Mom, it is so beautiful!  I picked out the pattern, a fleur de lis, one of my favorite designs.  This one was a true labor of love for my Mom, she appliqued each one!  It is in dark brown and cream, the lady that does her machine quilting did the design manually, and it turned out perfect too.   She also had it monogrammed, which I also really love!  It is a custom size for our bed even.  I love this quilt so much, as I've gotten older the handmade things from my Mom have become even more precious to me, I love to know that the things I use were hand-crafted with love by her, it makes me think of my Mom and smile.  This quilt will truly be an heirloom in our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/Sd415neFsFI/AAAAAAAABYE/_aSRDsUfhO4/s1600-h/100_0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/Sd415neFsFI/AAAAAAAABYE/_aSRDsUfhO4/s400/100_0089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322751073562505298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7728710694779287750-8304844767284940652?l=balladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8304844767284940652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7728710694779287750&amp;postID=8304844767284940652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/8304844767284940652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/8304844767284940652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-worth-wait.html' title='Well Worth The Wait!'/><author><name>Winter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005921619168853573</uri><email>bargainsister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09994629402769197292'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/Sd415piytiI/AAAAAAAABYM/rqNItT9BUU8/s72-c/100_0084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728710694779287750.post-5987329208710184429</id><published>2009-04-02T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:36:03.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Jersey?</title><content type='html'>I am usually so impressed by Grace's answers in all her subjects, but sometimes you really just don't know what to expect, like today when I was grading her Bible LIFEPAC and the question was "What lands did the world of the Old Testament include?"  Her answer?  "Africa, Egypt, New Jersey, and Canaan"  Well, I laughed so hard it brought tears to my eyes!  At first I thought she was kidding around with me, then as I looked over the reading part again, it said that Canaan is roughly the size of New Jersey, Aha!  It was still the funniest answer I've gotten from her yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7728710694779287750-5987329208710184429?l=balladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5987329208710184429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7728710694779287750&amp;postID=5987329208710184429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/5987329208710184429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/5987329208710184429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-jersey.html' title='New Jersey?'/><author><name>Winter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005921619168853573</uri><email>bargainsister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09994629402769197292'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728710694779287750.post-3963204027355085269</id><published>2009-03-19T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T06:33:51.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Nap or Not To Nap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/ScJJhg-UbEI/AAAAAAAABX8/U7VJ-WSXoOQ/s1600-h/100_0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/ScJJhg-UbEI/AAAAAAAABX8/U7VJ-WSXoOQ/s400/100_0045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314891350386437186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the question!  Zach has been struggling to sleep through the night and we have considered the possibility that he needs to give up his nap, well, here's what happened one day that we tried this theory!  He finally sat down for a moment and then he kinda just fell over, we had a good laugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7728710694779287750-3963204027355085269?l=balladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3963204027355085269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7728710694779287750&amp;postID=3963204027355085269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/3963204027355085269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/3963204027355085269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-nap-or-not-to-nap.html' title='To Nap or Not To Nap'/><author><name>Winter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005921619168853573</uri><email>bargainsister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09994629402769197292'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/ScJJhg-UbEI/AAAAAAAABX8/U7VJ-WSXoOQ/s72-c/100_0045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728710694779287750.post-2094311777444284120</id><published>2009-03-18T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:42:49.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Plain Cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/ScFq09hfRsI/AAAAAAAABX0/IcYZjDZFamw/s1600-h/100_0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/ScFq09hfRsI/AAAAAAAABX0/IcYZjDZFamw/s400/100_0052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314646493374662338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7728710694779287750-2094311777444284120?l=balladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2094311777444284120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7728710694779287750&amp;postID=2094311777444284120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/2094311777444284120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/2094311777444284120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-plain-cute.html' title='Just Plain Cute'/><author><name>Winter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005921619168853573</uri><email>bargainsister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09994629402769197292'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/ScFq09hfRsI/AAAAAAAABX0/IcYZjDZFamw/s72-c/100_0052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728710694779287750.post-708491125484322090</id><published>2009-03-18T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:34:50.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide the Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/ScFo87PDGZI/AAAAAAAABXs/5vB0JqSS0MQ/s1600-h/100_0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/ScFo87PDGZI/AAAAAAAABXs/5vB0JqSS0MQ/s400/100_0058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314644431176145298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may recognize this from a post a long time ago when Zach was a baby, Ethan used to do this to him!  He piles up the stuffed animals all her, she doesn't mind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7728710694779287750-708491125484322090?l=balladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/708491125484322090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7728710694779287750&amp;postID=708491125484322090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/708491125484322090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/708491125484322090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/hide-baby.html' title='Hide the Baby'/><author><name>Winter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005921619168853573</uri><email>bargainsister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09994629402769197292'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/ScFo87PDGZI/AAAAAAAABXs/5vB0JqSS0MQ/s72-c/100_0058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728710694779287750.post-7392417689124897152</id><published>2009-03-18T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:30:39.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith &amp; Frogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/ScFn6AhcGDI/AAAAAAAABXk/57r-42jLthw/s1600-h/100_0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/ScFn6AhcGDI/AAAAAAAABXk/57r-42jLthw/s400/100_0062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314643281544222770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most know that I color-code my kids, then, Zach got a theme too-lions.  Well, Faith's "theme" is frogs!  So, this is one of my favorite outfits she has.  I had to share!  Check out that smile, isn't she gorgeous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7728710694779287750-7392417689124897152?l=balladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7392417689124897152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7728710694779287750&amp;postID=7392417689124897152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/7392417689124897152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/7392417689124897152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/faith-frogs.html' title='Faith &amp; Frogs'/><author><name>Winter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005921619168853573</uri><email>bargainsister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09994629402769197292'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/ScFn6AhcGDI/AAAAAAAABXk/57r-42jLthw/s72-c/100_0062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728710694779287750.post-6918836751537923740</id><published>2009-03-13T09:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:16:45.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiven</title><content type='html'>I have heard it said so many times “God has forgiven us, now, we just have to learn to forgive ourselves”, why?  When did we begin to believe that there would be greater peace in our lives if we could just learn to forgive ourselves.  Why should we forgive ourselves, does this have some impact on our eternity?  Isn't God's forgiveness of our sins is the only forgiveness that matters in eternity?  Hasn't Christ has paid the ultimate price for that forgiveness (Acts 4:25 He was delivered over to death for our sins and was raised to life for our justification.), and, by not “forgiving” ourselves aren't we truly just not taking the Lord at His Word, aren't we just doubting His complete and perfect forgiveness?  The Lord has called us to forgive others just as God also forgave them (Matthew 6:12 Forgive us our debts, as we also have  forgiven our debtors), but if we don't, does that give us some power over them, to damn them to hell?  We are not God!  So where does this guilt, this shame, this feeling of unforgiveness come from?  What better way than to trick us into believing that we are still in the bondage of sin than by riddling us with guilt and shame over our past (Acts 26:18 to open their eyes and turn them from darkness to light, and from the power of Satan to God, so that they may receive forgiveness of sins and a place among those who are sanctified by faith in me.').  We continually let our past sins follow us, all in this dream of one day we will be able to forgive ourselves, when we have already been forgiven and we are now allowing the enemy to convince us that we are like God, choosing who lives and dies and at what cost.  My brothers and sisters in Christ, we are forgiven, we must claim our forgiveness, and when we are plagued by shame, we must proclaim it to the the enemy and cast those thoughts away from us in the name of Jesus Christ's blood! For years I had been “working through” this ever-present pain of the past, but the Lord has told us we are set free in Christ Jesus, are you truly free, or do you allow the pain of sin and shame to keep you bound by Satan.  You have been given the power through the Holy Spirit in you ( Acts 2:38 "Repent and be baptized, every one of you, in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of your sins. And you will receive the gift of the Holy Spirit.) to cast out Satan, do you believe that?  Have you used it?  It took less than one week to show Satan that Jesus is truly the Lord of my life.  A memory of a past sin would creep into my mind out of nowhere and my response was the same, saying out loud, “I am forgiven by the blood of Jesus, Satan you have no place here!” &lt;br /&gt;"The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full."  John 10:10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7728710694779287750-6918836751537923740?l=balladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6918836751537923740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7728710694779287750&amp;postID=6918836751537923740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/6918836751537923740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/6918836751537923740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/forgiven.html' title='Forgiven'/><author><name>Winter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005921619168853573</uri><email>bargainsister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09994629402769197292'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728710694779287750.post-7918187709282175897</id><published>2009-03-11T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:18:53.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy's Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/Sbgy6OiCNyI/AAAAAAAABXc/kaXsXfKQ83k/s1600-h/03+08+09+016_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/Sbgy6OiCNyI/AAAAAAAABXc/kaXsXfKQ83k/s320/03+08+09+016_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312051736398149410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so my wish has come true, but then there's the "be careful what you wish for" thing too!  Yep, it applies.   She is so much of a Mommy's girl that her Daddy thinks she doesn't like him! Yeah, it's that bad!  Anyway, I'm growing very weary of being her one and only.  It makes it very frustrating for all involved, well, mostly me.  But, then again, who needs showers, or make-up, or painted nails, or shaved legs for that matter!  I am getting very good at cooking dinner, and eating with her on my hip.  I know, you're saying put her down, well, in a cage maybe to protect her from her VERY loving 2 year old brother!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SbgvmvperkI/AAAAAAAABXU/sSpfBdxMVfE/s1600-h/03+08+09+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SbgvmvperkI/AAAAAAAABXU/sSpfBdxMVfE/s200/03+08+09+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312048103155478082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then again, have you seen that smile?  And...she is the last one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7728710694779287750-7918187709282175897?l=balladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7918187709282175897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7728710694779287750&amp;postID=7918187709282175897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/7918187709282175897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/7918187709282175897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/mommys-girl.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Girl'/><author><name>Winter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005921619168853573</uri><email>bargainsister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09994629402769197292'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/Sbgy6OiCNyI/AAAAAAAABXc/kaXsXfKQ83k/s72-c/03+08+09+016_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728710694779287750.post-5879034180644961560</id><published>2009-03-10T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:13:42.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/Sbae-jHbc1I/AAAAAAAABXE/DpmNRZlLgrg/s1600-h/03+06+09+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/Sbae-jHbc1I/AAAAAAAABXE/DpmNRZlLgrg/s200/03+06+09+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311607607945556818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Faith is ready for her first trip to Nana's!  Her green Adventure Duffel arrived this week!  Over Spring Break, I am going to take the plunge, by myself no less, and take Faith on her first road trip!  Grace, Ethan and Zach are going too, so, it should be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I am very nervous about this, but excited too, that could be a sign of the crazies setting in!  Oh, wait, that was two babies ago!!!!  You could pray for me, that'd be good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7728710694779287750-5879034180644961560?l=balladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5879034180644961560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7728710694779287750&amp;postID=5879034180644961560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/5879034180644961560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/5879034180644961560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/ready-to-travel.html' title='Ready to Travel'/><author><name>Winter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005921619168853573</uri><email>bargainsister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09994629402769197292'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/Sbae-jHbc1I/AAAAAAAABXE/DpmNRZlLgrg/s72-c/03+06+09+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728710694779287750.post-5023172279671431878</id><published>2009-03-04T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:49:10.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zach's the Boss</title><content type='html'>Around here, if you are out of line, Zach will let you know!  He knows the rules and HE WILL enforce them!  If Grace or Ethan tried to pick up Faith and I haven't asked them too, Zach will yell "Stop it" and come tell me, "Show you!", and tattle on them.  I find this so funny, he acts like a first born, and doesn't seem to know he's the little brother!  If you take something that's not yours and he sees you, look out!  You won't have it for long, he will give you this look and use a tone, only a Mommy or Daddy should use and set you straight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7728710694779287750-5023172279671431878?l=balladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5023172279671431878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7728710694779287750&amp;postID=5023172279671431878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/5023172279671431878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/5023172279671431878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/zachs-boss.html' title='Zach&apos;s the Boss'/><author><name>Winter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005921619168853573</uri><email>bargainsister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09994629402769197292'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728710694779287750.post-1334938110313502607</id><published>2009-03-04T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:39:56.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zach Breastfeeds?</title><content type='html'>Yes, our two year old has attempted to breastfeed his baby lion!  I was nursing Faith and Zach took his place next to me, to "help", but instead he placed his stuffed baby lion to his little nipple and told me that he was eating!  It was so precious to watch him nurture his "baby", when  he "finished", he took a tissue and wiped it off and said "all done" to his lion.  I WISH I'd had a camera right then!  He then burped his lion and proceeded to wipe his lions behind with a wet wipe, and then handed it to me saying "ewww, yuck!".  I'm so proud of him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7728710694779287750-1334938110313502607?l=balladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1334938110313502607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7728710694779287750&amp;postID=1334938110313502607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/1334938110313502607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/1334938110313502607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/zach-breastfeeds.html' title='Zach Breastfeeds?'/><author><name>Winter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005921619168853573</uri><email>bargainsister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09994629402769197292'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728710694779287750.post-6301141421337831432</id><published>2009-03-04T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:33:55.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Time</title><content type='html'>I am finding that Faith and I have at least this in common, she needs her alone time!  She enjoys being left alone on her blanket with a book and a few toys to look at, to just kind of decompress!  It's so cute, if you stand outside the room that she's in you can hear her pleased coos and sighs (of relief, I'd guess!).  She enjoys this for up to twenty minutes at a time too!  She doesn't go to sleep, she's wide awake, just wants to be left alone.  With seven in our house, I know I like to just be left alone every once in awhile-you know "me time"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7728710694779287750-6301141421337831432?l=balladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6301141421337831432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7728710694779287750&amp;postID=6301141421337831432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/6301141421337831432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/6301141421337831432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/her-time.html' title='Her Time'/><author><name>Winter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005921619168853573</uri><email>bargainsister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09994629402769197292'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728710694779287750.post-412960755415254896</id><published>2009-02-07T08:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T09:08:08.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dynamic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SY21Ih97cgI/AAAAAAAABWc/kZTq9J-q2SY/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SY21Ih97cgI/AAAAAAAABWc/kZTq9J-q2SY/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300091494646641154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family dynamic has certainly changed!  First, I'll tell you about Ethan and Faith.  Ethan loves to entertain our little princess!  Anytime she is awake you can bet he'll be wanting to play with her.  From the time she was three days old he was showing her all her toys and trying to get her to smile!  He loves to talk to her and is always able to get her attention.  He has successfully been able to burp her and is very proud of that accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SY23rSN8GHI/AAAAAAAABWk/pK0_ZAOk1tQ/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SY23rSN8GHI/AAAAAAAABWk/pK0_ZAOk1tQ/s320/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300094290737502322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace aka "Mommy: The Sequel"  is always there to rescue Faith from the slightest whimper of discomfort!  All it takes is a little peep and there's Grace!  Whisking her away to the rocker to soothe away anything that troubles her.  She feels her greatest accomplishment is rocking Faith to sleep, a talent she discovered one day while helping me with dinner by holding her baby sister.  She's a pro now.  While she is also Faith fashion consultant, full of tips and compliments for her little princess protege!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SY27u9OPTGI/AAAAAAAABWs/pxNir_kvWlU/s1600-h/12+29+08+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SY27u9OPTGI/AAAAAAAABWs/pxNir_kvWlU/s320/12+29+08+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300098751867604066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now Zach, his perspective is obviously different from everyone else, he was the baby till six weeks ago, now there's a new kid on the block.  He adores her, that doesn't mean he's not ever jealous, when he isn't trying to show us he can still be a cute baby, he wants to help-a lot!  Which consists of holding her head while she is nursing, patting her back to burp her when Mommy or Daddy is holding her, and dashing to her side, pacifier in hand whenever she cries, yelling "Papes Pire!" which translates to "Faith's Pacifier" in English!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7728710694779287750-412960755415254896?l=balladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/412960755415254896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7728710694779287750&amp;postID=412960755415254896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/412960755415254896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/412960755415254896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/2009/02/dynamic.html' title='Dynamic'/><author><name>Winter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005921619168853573</uri><email>bargainsister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09994629402769197292'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SY21Ih97cgI/AAAAAAAABWc/kZTq9J-q2SY/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728710694779287750.post-3808331206121582876</id><published>2009-01-04T14:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T10:27:17.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting the Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SWo4EpKjiBI/AAAAAAAABTY/O7-M9zDLui0/s1600-h/Faith+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SWFDOoVu0zI/AAAAAAAABSg/PLLiKqAenV4/s200/12+26+08+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287581356135469874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SWFFN_1r6aI/AAAAAAAABTI/TUGkxuVJvyA/s1600-h/12+26+08+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SWFFN_1r6aI/AAAAAAAABTI/TUGkxuVJvyA/s200/12+26+08+079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287583544286898594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7728710694779287750-3808331206121582876?l=balladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3808331206121582876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7728710694779287750&amp;postID=3808331206121582876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/3808331206121582876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/3808331206121582876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/meeting-family.html' title='Meeting the Family'/><author><name>Winter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005921619168853573</uri><email>bargainsister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09994629402769197292'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SWo4EpKjiBI/AAAAAAAABTY/O7-M9zDLui0/s72-c/Faith+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728710694779287750.post-6016538346861584980</id><published>2009-01-03T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T14:56:58.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>Okay, catch up, my Mom and Dad bought a condo here in town around Thanksgiving, so Rob and I went in and painted and bordered their bedroom and hung some new light fixtures for them for Christmas, that was a fun little project to get my mind of my miserable hugeness!  This year our Christmas tree was somewhat exciting and different, for Zach, mostly, the kids wanted to decorate with their collection of ornaments, which I agreed to, I get them ornaments every year, but we only hang up the new one each year, and the rest is "The Pretty Tree", they call it, well, we had five casualties in the first day, so I decided that we won't do that again for the five or six years now!  Back to the "The Pretty Tree" and this year I found plastic ornaments that look like glass, so we're good to go for next year now!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SWE6WmhqM8I/AAAAAAAABRI/87gZFSoyaBU/s1600-h/11+27+08+201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SWE6WmhqM8I/AAAAAAAABRI/87gZFSoyaBU/s200/11+27+08+201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287571597482931138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; I had a family bridal shower of sorts for my soon-to-be sister-in-law (now is sister-in-law), that was fun, and she is definitely the best, I could not have hand picked a more perfect person to join our family!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SWE94XRBD7I/AAAAAAAABRg/lXXxZ2QrZaU/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SWE94XRBD7I/AAAAAAAABRg/lXXxZ2QrZaU/s200/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287575476037029810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Our wonderful small group had a diaper shower for us, that was so much fun!  We played hilarious baby shower games, and since several of our small group members do not have kids, and some are even single, this was even more fun to watch their squirms at the "Dirty Diaper Game"!  We have been supplied with enough diapers to last a long time (well, at least a few months, I can't get over how many a new baby goes through!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I had my birthday, the 19&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; of December and turned 29, this was fairly uneventful, one more year till, well, we're not talking about that.   I did however get surprised with a, Italian dinner out and a movie to boot!  That was fun, it had been awhile since Rob and I had gone out!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SWE4wIJMJyI/AAAAAAAABQ4/e4lxfHIRt68/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SWE4wIJMJyI/AAAAAAAABQ4/e4lxfHIRt68/s200/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287569836980578082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;With budget restraints this year, Rob and I stretched the Christmas budget to the max, I bargain shopped, on eBay, and we went all over town and got a big bang for our bucks.  Somehow, I think shopping early really made a difference too.  Anyway, I was pleased to find that Rob and I selected some very pleasing gifts for the kids still, even though we stuck to our budget this year!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SWE4wBzTKkI/AAAAAAAABQw/esPZsPVMjz0/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SWE4wBzTKkI/AAAAAAAABQw/esPZsPVMjz0/s200/040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287569835278150210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kemper&lt;/span&gt; Family Christmas was at our house this year.  It went very well, I didn't cook or clean up, I just played lay on the couch hostess kind of!  But, we all had a great time. The afternoon movie selection was WALL-E, a very cute movie, my sister cried, I kid not, she cried.  Anyway, the girls were all excited to get handmade night gowns, one for them, and a matched one for their American Girl dolls, that my Mom made.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SWE4wSzX-uI/AAAAAAAABRA/zZjJt6umIdc/s1600-h/12+23+08+173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SWE4wSzX-uI/AAAAAAAABRA/zZjJt6umIdc/s200/12+23+08+173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287569839841868514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Ethan decoupaged and painted small wooden jewelry boxes for his sister and cousins and Grace decoupaged wooden frames for her cousins. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SWE7CqknT5I/AAAAAAAABRQ/Jl0XoEGKMVc/s1600-h/12+23+08+158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SWE7CqknT5I/AAAAAAAABRQ/Jl0XoEGKMVc/s200/12+23+08+158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287572354483310482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like to make something with the kids for their Papa and Nana for Christmas, this year, I got an idea from a Better Homes and Gardens magazine.  Wooden plaques, painted brown, shrunk profiles of each of the kids' busts and decoupaged them on, hot glue ribbons for hangers and viola!  Beautiful!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SWE8TXDbV6I/AAAAAAAABRY/sixuuuReEFM/s1600-h/12+23+08+165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SWE8TXDbV6I/AAAAAAAABRY/sixuuuReEFM/s200/12+23+08+165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287573740813244322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7728710694779287750-6016538346861584980?l=balladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6016538346861584980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7728710694779287750&amp;postID=6016538346861584980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/6016538346861584980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/6016538346861584980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>Winter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005921619168853573</uri><email>bargainsister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09994629402769197292'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SWE6WmhqM8I/AAAAAAAABRI/87gZFSoyaBU/s72-c/11+27+08+201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728710694779287750.post-4849930506195037053</id><published>2007-07-25T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T14:08:54.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dog"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I bet you'd never guess what Zach's second word was!  "Papa" was his first (my Dad was very happy), and do you know that, though we have no pets at our house (because we do not want any pets at our house), our baby boy's second word is "Dog".  He has gotten to spend a lot of time with his Grandma Linda in the past few weeks and she has two dogs, a cat and hamsters.  He has grown an attachment to her newest dog, Belle, who is still a puppy, but will soon be a very big dog.  He is not the least bit shy with this puppy or Lizzie, who is the original big "Dog".  He chases after them and seems to want to imitate them even, he can pant like them, which is always good for a laugh, and he can eat his food off his tray with his mouth like them.  He is a dog's best friend because he will always drop a little somethin somethin off his tray for his furry friends, now if we can only get him to not do that when the dogs aren't around, but Mommy is doing quite well in her training, because if the dogs are not there to pick it up, Mommy will, (the little stinker)!  Don't get me wrong, I get the occassional "Mommy", when he gets upset (go figure), and we do hear the occassional "Dada", but his most frequent word spoken now, is Dog!  He hears one barking, "Dog!", he sees one, "Dog!", even when we just pull up to Grandma's house now, "Dog!".  No, we are not getting a dog, but he can go to Grandma's and see Lizzie and Belle any time he wants!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7728710694779287750-4849930506195037053?l=balladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4849930506195037053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/4849930506195037053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/4849930506195037053'/><author><name>Winter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005921619168853573</uri><email>bargainsister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09994629402769197292'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728710694779287750.post-3764085326159281218</id><published>2009-01-03T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:45:28.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Has Arrived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Yes, she's finally here!  Just as scheduled, December the 26th, and she was pulled out at 11:55am.  I had not dropped AT ALL!  She was way up in my ribs still, instead of her head being right near the incision or even a little below, as is normal, she was way up, they had to go looking for her and even use a little suction and force to pull her down and out!  She let out one small cry to let me know she was here, and then she was as quiet as she could be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SWA-XVkFfpI/AAAAAAAABQg/1qudi2Ar4ng/s1600-h/Faith+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SWA-XVkFfpI/AAAAAAAABQg/1qudi2Ar4ng/s200/Faith+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287294533179375250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; The poked and prodded to get her to cry, because their was meconium in her sack and yet they couldn't make her, so they used the tube and suctioned her nose and throat, no big deal, she still didn't cry!  She weighed 7 pounds and 12 ounces, and was a short little 19 inches long! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SWA-W5TQ6XI/AAAAAAAABQY/rFyXJVseU4o/s1600-h/Faith+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SWA-W5TQ6XI/AAAAAAAABQY/rFyXJVseU4o/s200/Faith+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287294525592627570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;She's my smallest!  She does have big eyes, that she flashed us very soon after she was born, she was surprisingly alert for a newborn!  And, she has dark hair, that might have a curl or at least wave to it, we'll see.  I have had a lot more pain this time around, but there has been no time for it, I pop a pain med and keep on going!  We came home on Monday and went to my brother's wedding rehearsal and dinner the next night, followed by the wedding and reception the following night of course, and I'll tell all about that later.  For now, we are doing fine, Faith is an excellent eater and has almost reached her birth weight again, she is giving us a good five to six hours of sleep at night already and is a tremendous blessing to us all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SWA-XZhTNdI/AAAAAAAABQo/urJcVTCKrSI/s1600-h/Faith+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SWA-XZhTNdI/AAAAAAAABQo/urJcVTCKrSI/s200/Faith+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287294534241433042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7728710694779287750-3764085326159281218?l=balladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3764085326159281218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7728710694779287750&amp;postID=3764085326159281218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/3764085326159281218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/3764085326159281218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/2009/01/faith-has-arrived.html' title='Faith Has Arrived!'/><author><name>Winter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005921619168853573</uri><email>bargainsister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09994629402769197292'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/SWA-XVkFfpI/AAAAAAAABQg/1qudi2Ar4ng/s72-c/Faith+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728710694779287750.post-5027118410643140198</id><published>2007-03-29T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:38:31.750-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Break 2007'/><title type='text'>First Post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/RgvNl81qkdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gCZyS2M9izg/s1600-h/DSCN2390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 108px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/RgvNl81qkdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gCZyS2M9izg/s200/DSCN2390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047353859268841938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/RgvKa81qkcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RitlFgcgIX8/s1600-h/DSCN2332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/RgvKa81qkcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RitlFgcgIX8/s320/DSCN2332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047350371755397570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey there!  This is my first post, so be gentle!!  This is a great picture of my mom, sister and myself with all the kids at Red Rocks in Colorado.  This was apart of our Spring Break Adventure to my Mom's in Golden, Colorado.  Notice that our wonderful husbands were not joining us this trip.  Nine hours in "Lucille" (our silver Ford Windstar) with all four kids of my kids was so exciting, never a dull moment!  Because of scheduled conflicts Andrea (my sister) couldn't caravan there with me, I was on my own, I made only two stops to nurse Zachary and use the facilities (yes, I am a determined driver).  I am blessed with four great kids that travel like pros too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7728710694779287750-5027118410643140198?l=balladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5027118410643140198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7728710694779287750&amp;postID=5027118410643140198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/5027118410643140198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/5027118410643140198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-post.html' title='First Post!'/><author><name>Winter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005921619168853573</uri><email>bargainsister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09994629402769197292'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728710694779287750.post-5690443801636770422</id><published>2007-03-29T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:38:31.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/RgvQu81qkeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VLorUx098Oc/s1600-h/DSCN2397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/RgvQu81qkeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VLorUx098Oc/s320/DSCN2397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047357312422547938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe this bruise?  I would love to tell you the story, it was while I was in Colorado, not when we climbed Red Rock Mountain, not when I went down the water slide, not even when I went sledding in the mountains, nope.  I got this nasty big bruise when I was vacuuming out Lucille for the trip home, I caught my flip flop on the seat and fell out the side door!  But if anyone asks, a rope broke while I was rock climbing and I was dangling by a thread when I slammed into the side of the mountain and survived only by a prayer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7728710694779287750-5690443801636770422?l=balladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5690443801636770422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7728710694779287750&amp;postID=5690443801636770422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/5690443801636770422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/5690443801636770422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/2007/03/ouch.html' title='OUCH!'/><author><name>Winter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005921619168853573</uri><email>bargainsister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09994629402769197292'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728710694779287750.post-2565956357578393101</id><published>2007-03-29T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:38:30.871-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucille'/><title type='text'>"Lucille"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/RgvSts1qkfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rNaToQt5udI/s1600-h/DSCN2391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/RgvSts1qkfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rNaToQt5udI/s320/DSCN2391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047359489970967026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You may be wondering about Lucille, well, here is the deal, the kids and I thought it would be a kick to name our mini van.  The names in the running were "Silver Bullet", "Quicksilver", and "Tin Can", I thought of Lucille, as in Lucille Ball, cute huh!  Anyway, there it is, maybe you've seen her on the road, she is only distinct by her family "decor".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7728710694779287750-2565956357578393101?l=balladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2565956357578393101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7728710694779287750&amp;postID=2565956357578393101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/2565956357578393101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/2565956357578393101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/2007/03/lucille.html' title='&quot;Lucille&quot;'/><author><name>Winter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005921619168853573</uri><email>bargainsister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09994629402769197292'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728710694779287750.post-3585144489834683769</id><published>2007-03-29T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:38:30.708-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meow'/><title type='text'>Bailey's Meow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/Rgvd281qkgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/C4ItUwf2NvE/s1600-h/DSCN2367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/Rgvd281qkgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/C4ItUwf2NvE/s320/DSCN2367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047371743512662530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neice, Bailey, who is four, lost her precious bear, "Meow", about a month ago, this bear went eveywhere with Miss Bailey and though she had lost her ears, her nose and her tail, she was none the less precious, and Bailey was devastated.  The other day while cleaning their garage out, my sister found Meow, Bailey was elated!  She exclaimed, "she still has no ears and no nose and she still smells like throw up!"  What a wonderful thing!!!  A lost friend is found!  Remember who your stuffed friends were when you were four!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7728710694779287750-3585144489834683769?l=balladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3585144489834683769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7728710694779287750&amp;postID=3585144489834683769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/3585144489834683769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/3585144489834683769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-neice-bailey-who-is-four-lost-her.html' title='Bailey&apos;s Meow'/><author><name>Winter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005921619168853573</uri><email>bargainsister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09994629402769197292'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728710694779287750.post-5399733799919855012</id><published>2007-03-29T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:38:30.519-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair Cut'/><title type='text'>Zachary's Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/Rgvmz81qkkI/AAAAAAAAABM/7K8b8zoenr0/s1600-h/DSCN2253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/Rgvmz81qkkI/AAAAAAAAABM/7K8b8zoenr0/s200/DSCN2253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047381587577705026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see Zachary needed a hair cut like a boy band hasn't had in months! However, cutting a 7 month &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; hair proved to be an adventure in and of itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/RgvnPs1qklI/AAAAAAAAABU/o71d9B2Uivs/s1600-h/DSCN2363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 164px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/RgvnPs1qklI/AAAAAAAAABU/o71d9B2Uivs/s200/DSCN2363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047382064319074898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took Rob to hold his head steady and his big brother, Keith to dance like a big goof in front of him to keep his attention and me armed with the scissors, to get the job done. As you can see this was almost more fun than he could handle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/RgvoX81qkmI/AAAAAAAAABc/62C7o1bUswk/s1600-h/DSCN2377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/RgvoX81qkmI/AAAAAAAAABc/62C7o1bUswk/s320/DSCN2377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047383305564623458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We survived, considering, I think the hair cut came out pretty well!  He's happy!  I wish I had a picture of the rest of us afterwards!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7728710694779287750-5399733799919855012?l=balladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5399733799919855012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7728710694779287750&amp;postID=5399733799919855012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/5399733799919855012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/5399733799919855012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/2007/03/zacharys-hair-cut.html' title='Zachary&apos;s Hair Cut'/><author><name>Winter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005921619168853573</uri><email>bargainsister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09994629402769197292'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728710694779287750.post-1522329957611068403</id><published>2007-03-29T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:38:29.947-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/Rgvsoc1qknI/AAAAAAAAABk/kLdKmpHobIw/s1600-h/DSCN2385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/Rgvsoc1qknI/AAAAAAAAABk/kLdKmpHobIw/s320/DSCN2385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047387987078976114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;My oldest, Keith (12), decided it was time that my youngest, Zachary (7 months), learn to play football, and Ethan (4), was going to help.  First things first, stance, is very important.   If the ball is dropped, you must cover the ball.  And  when you are tackled, get back up!  Aren't they cute! They had so much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/RgvtQ81qkoI/AAAAAAAAABs/yw8F9TDmhoM/s1600-h/DSCN2389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/RgvtQ81qkoI/AAAAAAAAABs/yw8F9TDmhoM/s320/DSCN2389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047388682863678082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7728710694779287750-1522329957611068403?l=balladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1522329957611068403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7728710694779287750&amp;postID=1522329957611068403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/1522329957611068403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/1522329957611068403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/2007/03/football.html' title='Football'/><author><name>Winter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005921619168853573</uri><email>bargainsister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09994629402769197292'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728710694779287750.post-5032660450047805934</id><published>2007-04-13T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:38:28.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace's Wonderful Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/RiAOAl1o7II/AAAAAAAAACE/6cPD1f56pWY/s1600-h/DSCN2453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/RiAOAl1o7II/AAAAAAAAACE/6cPD1f56pWY/s320/DSCN2453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053054185229577346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/RiAOAl1o7II/AAAAAAAAACE/6cPD1f56pWY/s1600-h/DSCN2453.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know if this is every 7 1/2 year old girl, but my little angel has become this little ball of raging emotions, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone, &lt;/span&gt;she says, hates her, and she has no friends.  She is so popular at school and very loved by all who know her.  Her emotions run wild and "no one undestands me or listens to me!"  To me, this was a cry out for attention, I have been pouring on the attention for her since a 20 minute "break down" a few weeks ago and today my beautiful little princess Grace had a wonderful day, she was out of school as was all 50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/RiAOAl1o7II/AAAAAAAAACE/6cPD1f56pWY/s1600-h/DSCN2453.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.  To make her day special I contacted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/RiAOAl1o7II/AAAAAAAAACE/6cPD1f56pWY/s1600-h/DSCN2453.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; her "Nanny Pam", to take her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/RiAOAl1o7II/AAAAAAAAACE/6cPD1f56pWY/s1600-h/DSCN2453.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/RiAOAl1o7II/AAAAAAAAACE/6cPD1f56pWY/s1600-h/DSCN2453.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a special one on one lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/RiAOAl1o7II/AAAAAAAAACE/6cPD1f56pWY/s1600-h/DSCN2453.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  She had a wonderful time and when she got home we went shopping, this is when she found the prettiest nightgown and robe, we HAD TO HAVE IT!  And isn't she so pretty!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7728710694779287750-5032660450047805934?l=balladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5032660450047805934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7728710694779287750&amp;postID=5032660450047805934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/5032660450047805934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/5032660450047805934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/2007/04/graces-wonderful-day.html' title='Grace&apos;s Wonderful Day!'/><author><name>Winter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005921619168853573</uri><email>bargainsister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09994629402769197292'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7728710694779287750.post-1699019184407919544</id><published>2007-04-13T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:38:28.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On his knees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/RiASh11o7JI/AAAAAAAAACM/TWNZO5PAhD0/s1600-h/DSCN2450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/RiASh11o7JI/AAAAAAAAACM/TWNZO5PAhD0/s320/DSCN2450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053059154506738834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;He's doing it!  He is up on his knees, pulling up on toys and in his bed, I can't believe how fast he got the hang of it!  He is getting so big!  I can hardly believe it, 8 months ago he was brand new!  Of course, he is into eveything, crawling to doors and drawers, opening any that he can, he's is exploring the whole house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/RiAT1l1o7KI/AAAAAAAAACU/eITTQWleJTQ/s1600-h/DSCN2451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WvZIR7TWpA/RiAT1l1o7KI/AAAAAAAAACU/eITTQWleJTQ/s320/DSCN2451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053060593320783010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;He has hit the 20 pound mark and passed it!  SO BIG!  &lt;/span&gt;As cute as he can be, still blue eyes and that one dimple that takes your breath away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7728710694779287750-1699019184407919544?l=balladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1699019184407919544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7728710694779287750&amp;postID=1699019184407919544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/1699019184407919544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7728710694779287750/posts/default/1699019184407919544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balladventures.blogspot.com/2007/04/on-his-knees.html' title='On his knees'/><author><name>Winter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13005921619168853573</uri><email>bargainsister@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09994629402769197292'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>