<?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-2348474164832349826</id><updated>2012-01-27T11:48:42.450-08:00</updated><category term='randomness'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='education'/><category term='childcare'/><category term='Birthday Fun'/><category term='Avery'/><category term='Eating'/><category term='Family Fun'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Ayson'/><category term='Resolutions'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='chores'/><category term='Mike'/><category term='faith'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='Asher stories'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Life with Ash, Ave, &amp; Ayson</title><subtitle type='html'>A glance into the life of the Tiojanco Family.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-1377158131383463274</id><published>2011-12-29T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:41:02.733-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ayson'/><title type='text'>Ayson- 1 Month Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5eVt4XZQx-4/TvzqehJhtaI/AAAAAAAAAWg/g8yrErYbsTg/s1600/IMG_0435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5eVt4XZQx-4/TvzqehJhtaI/AAAAAAAAAWg/g8yrErYbsTg/s320/IMG_0435.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to record some things about Ayson at his 1 month so I remember how big he was, etc. &amp;nbsp;I found these stickers at Hobby Lobby that are adorable. &amp;nbsp;I hope to remember to do a post every month, which should be fairly easy since he turns another month on the 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I-87AEKaW0k/TvzsFv_pgoI/AAAAAAAAAWs/sKjtlOCYlHc/s1600/IMG_0466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I-87AEKaW0k/TvzsFv_pgoI/AAAAAAAAAWs/sKjtlOCYlHc/s320/IMG_0466.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ayson you are one month old! &amp;nbsp;You weigh 8 lbs 12 oz, which is almost 2 pounds up from your birth weight! &amp;nbsp;Your little face has gotten a lot chubbier, but that is about all the chub on you right now. &amp;nbsp;You are a wonderful eater and take a 3 ounce bottle every 3-4 hours. &amp;nbsp;You have grown to 21.5 inches, which is about 1.25 inches since birth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are still in newborn clothes and diapers. &amp;nbsp;Thankfully, you sleep great during the day and at night. &amp;nbsp;You usually go down around 11 p.m. and don't get up for a bottle until 6 or 7 am! &amp;nbsp;We really appreciate that at night. &amp;nbsp;You love to be swaddled and calm right down whenever we put you in it. &amp;nbsp;Thank goodness for that invention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-abA9AqtifC4/TvzsPhx-V6I/AAAAAAAAAW0/LGqGGMyECQk/s1600/IMG_0403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-abA9AqtifC4/TvzsPhx-V6I/AAAAAAAAAW0/LGqGGMyECQk/s320/IMG_0403.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such a joy and a wonderful addition to this family. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Asher loves to say how cute you are, and I often find Avery holding your paci for you or trying to push you in the swing (thankfully not too high...).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-1377158131383463274?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/1377158131383463274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=1377158131383463274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/1377158131383463274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/1377158131383463274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2011/12/ayson-1-month-memories.html' title='Ayson- 1 Month Memories'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5eVt4XZQx-4/TvzqehJhtaI/AAAAAAAAAWg/g8yrErYbsTg/s72-c/IMG_0435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-8844750045317782279</id><published>2011-12-23T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T11:21:00.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a Name?</title><content type='html'>Ayson Davis Tiojanco is what we named our latest son.&amp;nbsp; For all our children, we have not named them until right before leaving the hospital.&amp;nbsp; We are usually calling the birth certificate lady as we walk out the door.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayson was no different.&amp;nbsp; All the names I loved did not start with an A.&amp;nbsp; Mike wanted the baby's name to start with an A.&amp;nbsp; Mike is from a family with 3 M's and I have 7 J's in mine.&amp;nbsp; We accidently followed the tradition by naming Avery with the same letter as her older brother.&amp;nbsp; No intentional!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding an A name to fit with Asher and Avery was difficult.&amp;nbsp; We didn't like each other's only A name. I can still remember the day when Janna, my sister, threw out the name Ayson.&amp;nbsp; We were at the beach with my extended family all trying to come up with names.&amp;nbsp; Ayson came up and I liked it.&amp;nbsp; Mike was harder to convince.&amp;nbsp; Fast forward several months of me looking online.&amp;nbsp; I stumbled onto a baby name site that had mainly surnames.&amp;nbsp; Ayson was listed as meaning "Pride of the father, greatest love of the mother."&amp;nbsp; After what we had been through the previous year with babies, I fell in love with the meaning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davis is my maiden name.&amp;nbsp; We toyed with the middle name Luke too.&amp;nbsp; Ultimately, I couldn't decide and left the room while Mike called the birth certificate lady.&amp;nbsp; I came back and asked what he named him!&amp;nbsp; I was so glad he chose Davis though so part of my family name can continue through the years.&amp;nbsp; Both sides of my family carry the name Davis, so it was special to have everyone represented.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher and Avery were a different story.&amp;nbsp; For months, Avery would say she hated every name.&amp;nbsp; We would tease and call him something and she would fuss "Nooo....We haven't decided on a name yet!"&amp;nbsp; They both wanted Gavin or Lucas.&amp;nbsp; Where they got these, I have no clue!&amp;nbsp; Avery even declared that she was calling him Lucas after we brought him home and did so for three days.&amp;nbsp; Love the mind of a four year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since naming him, I've gotten different reactions about his name from loving it to funny faces.&amp;nbsp; I was nervous for a bit, but have since fallen in love with it (and him!). &amp;nbsp; At least there will most likely be only one Ayson in his classes growing up! &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-8844750045317782279?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/8844750045317782279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=8844750045317782279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/8844750045317782279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/8844750045317782279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2011/12/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a Name?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-302399403933193230</id><published>2011-12-22T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T11:14:09.522-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ayson'/><title type='text'>Introducing Ayson Davis Tiojanco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SpQkUUDQ5_g/TvOBBFtSsbI/AAAAAAAAAVk/783YF8Dn9Io/s1600/DSC_6051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SpQkUUDQ5_g/TvOBBFtSsbI/AAAAAAAAAVk/783YF8Dn9Io/s320/DSC_6051.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, it has been quite a long time since I blogged.&amp;nbsp; We have had a very busy year between the kids, work, and a new baby!&amp;nbsp; God blessed us with a healthy and beautiful baby boy on November 1st.&amp;nbsp; He came two and a half weeks early. Needless to say, I was in denial that I was in labor...teaching my afternoon classes, cleaning my bathrooms, and of course painting my nails. Everyone knows you can't have a baby unless your nails are painted.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of the newborn pictures our friend Erica took of our sweet boy.&amp;nbsp; He was 6 lbs 13 ounces and 20 1/4 inches long.&amp;nbsp; He has been a joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-coy5dyjgNyA/TvOBJot40RI/AAAAAAAAAVw/bzhWJ7yIwlA/s1600/DSC_6074.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-coy5dyjgNyA/TvOBJot40RI/AAAAAAAAAVw/bzhWJ7yIwlA/s320/DSC_6074.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZqNe4xXV6k/TvOBSk443AI/AAAAAAAAAV8/7GMqNDzJ3HY/s1600/DSC_6085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZqNe4xXV6k/TvOBSk443AI/AAAAAAAAAV8/7GMqNDzJ3HY/s320/DSC_6085.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hope to blog more in the coming months to keep a kind of a virtual scrapbook for our family.&amp;nbsp; We went through a lot at the end of 2010 and through 2011 and are now being blessed with wonderful family times for 2012.&amp;nbsp; God is good!&lt;span id="goog_820117595"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_820117596"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-302399403933193230?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/302399403933193230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=302399403933193230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/302399403933193230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/302399403933193230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2011/12/introducing-ayson-davis-tiojanco.html' title='Introducing Ayson Davis Tiojanco'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SpQkUUDQ5_g/TvOBBFtSsbI/AAAAAAAAAVk/783YF8Dn9Io/s72-c/DSC_6051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-8457067181847114223</id><published>2011-04-04T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T14:35:47.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>Interviews</title><content type='html'>I saw on a friend's blog the idea to interview your kids.&amp;nbsp; I decided it would be fun to do so I can remember their likes/dislikes at the ages they are at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher turned five in January and Avery is 3 1/2 (just ask her!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are your favorite colors?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avery&lt;/b&gt;: Blue and Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Asher&lt;/b&gt;: Blue (it has been for years!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite food?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avery&lt;/b&gt;: Ice Cream (Asher commented that it wasn't healthy, and Avery replied "I like not healthy things then!")&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Asher:&lt;/b&gt; An apple (he's on this HUGE healthy kick!&amp;nbsp; yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite drink?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avery&lt;/b&gt;: Chocolate Milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Asher&lt;/b&gt;: Normal Milk and water...because they are healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite toy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avery&lt;/b&gt;: Baby dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Asher&lt;/b&gt;: My cars and trains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite thing to do at school?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avery:&lt;/b&gt; Painting (probably because mommy doesn't do messy things at home!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Asher:&lt;/b&gt; I like to do my projects because they are really cool and messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your favorite thing to do outside?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avery&lt;/b&gt;: To take pictures with my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Asher&lt;/b&gt;: To play football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avery&lt;/b&gt;: a mommy that goes to be a doctor.&amp;nbsp; If I want to be a doctor, I have to wear the dr. outfit.&amp;nbsp; The playroom is going to be doctor office.&amp;nbsp; hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Asher: &lt;/b&gt;I want to be a zookeeper that takes care of the monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your favorite person to play with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avery: &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Aimee, my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Asher: &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ms. Kristy's girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is the choir you are the best at?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avery: &lt;/b&gt;Putting away the dishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Asher: &lt;/b&gt;Feeding the dog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-8457067181847114223?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/8457067181847114223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=8457067181847114223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/8457067181847114223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/8457067181847114223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2011/04/interviews.html' title='Interviews'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-2408451355573515682</id><published>2011-02-16T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T11:41:16.347-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>Pledge of Allegiance</title><content type='html'>Miss A has learned the Pledge of Allegiance now that she is preschool.&amp;nbsp; She has actually known this for some time, but I finally recorded it. Please excuse the food in her mouth and the cubbies vest.&amp;nbsp; Someone was not staying in cubbies for the night and therefore had to go out with mommy and daddy to our Valentine's Day dinner...at Chipotle.&amp;nbsp; I know you are all very jealous.&amp;nbsp; ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a0fb40f24bff3c71" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da0fb40f24bff3c71%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329915758%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D31B527CECE4E83B37950D4554AA580B75E217DB0.1F94AECD7D10E6ED2F544FFC12FD8C454D8625DF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da0fb40f24bff3c71%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZIq23GBUSOT4xCCz9OfR96IYm2E&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da0fb40f24bff3c71%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329915758%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D31B527CECE4E83B37950D4554AA580B75E217DB0.1F94AECD7D10E6ED2F544FFC12FD8C454D8625DF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da0fb40f24bff3c71%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZIq23GBUSOT4xCCz9OfR96IYm2E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-2408451355573515682?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/2408451355573515682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=2408451355573515682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/2408451355573515682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/2408451355573515682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2011/02/pledge-of-allegiance.html' title='Pledge of Allegiance'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-4665427558912281574</id><published>2011-02-09T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T17:10:53.070-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Made to Crave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4RguGv186sQ/TVM62NdrdHI/AAAAAAAAAUM/86mPocv7kWM/s1600/41hkPVWPclL._BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4RguGv186sQ/TVM62NdrdHI/AAAAAAAAAUM/86mPocv7kWM/s1600/41hkPVWPclL._BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Made-Crave-Satisfying-Deepest-Desire/dp/031029326X"&gt;found here on Amazon&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently started a Bible study with a small group of girls from our church.&amp;nbsp; I just love who is in this study.&amp;nbsp; They are funny, kind, and Godly women who are not afraid of pouring their hearts out.&amp;nbsp; I was so encouraged after our first study that I can't wait to go back!&amp;nbsp; Plus, I think every woman needs a night out once in a while to just have fellowship.&amp;nbsp; It is so refreshing to know that we all struggle with similar things and encourage each other to keep working towards the finish line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are currently doing the study Made to Crave.&amp;nbsp; It was written by Lysa TerKeurst, who is the president of Proverbs 31 Ministry.&amp;nbsp; It is basically about how we meet our emotional needs with food instead of filling our lives with God.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; God has already found many ways to convict me through reading this and studying what He has to say in the Word.&amp;nbsp; I highly recommend you pick this book up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 Corinthians 10:31 &lt;/b&gt;So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-4665427558912281574?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/4665427558912281574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=4665427558912281574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/4665427558912281574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/4665427558912281574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2011/02/made-to-crave.html' title='Made to Crave'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4RguGv186sQ/TVM62NdrdHI/AAAAAAAAAUM/86mPocv7kWM/s72-c/41hkPVWPclL._BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-7434412919140763155</id><published>2011-01-01T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T10:38:34.557-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>Avery's First Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/TR9z9qRZYPI/AAAAAAAAAT8/jbrHEKKvFoE/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/TR9z9qRZYPI/AAAAAAAAAT8/jbrHEKKvFoE/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided we would do something a little different for New Year's Eve and took the kiddos to see a movie.&amp;nbsp; I've been wanting to take them to see Tangled, but haven't had time (did I mention I finished my Christmas shopping Christmas Eve...for my children!).&amp;nbsp; Avery had never been to a movie, so she was super excited. Asher said it was a "girl" movie, but I think he secretively enjoyed it. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/TR90Zwix0SI/AAAAAAAAAUA/qHgNqv6J1lY/s1600/166322_10150368489500243_804905242_16502071_253259_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/TR90Zwix0SI/AAAAAAAAAUA/qHgNqv6J1lY/s320/166322_10150368489500243_804905242_16502071_253259_n.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A movie wouldn't be complete without a HUGE tub of popcorn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/TR90boJgshI/AAAAAAAAAUE/_jPJDWfgb9o/s1600/163426_10150368492465243_804905242_16502120_1532243_s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/TR90boJgshI/AAAAAAAAAUE/_jPJDWfgb9o/s1600/163426_10150368492465243_804905242_16502120_1532243_s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this face...I think he was excited! Maybe not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-7434412919140763155?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/7434412919140763155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=7434412919140763155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/7434412919140763155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/7434412919140763155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2011/01/averys-first-movie.html' title='Avery&apos;s First Movie'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/TR9z9qRZYPI/AAAAAAAAAT8/jbrHEKKvFoE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-3406875019296202190</id><published>2010-05-18T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T11:21:38.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike'/><title type='text'>Social Media and the Pursuit of Change</title><content type='html'>I may not understand it, but hubby is really into "social media."&amp;nbsp; I guess it has something to do with business blogs, helping business with blogs/advertising, and other media things...that I have no idea about.&amp;nbsp; I'm lucky I blog.&amp;nbsp; Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mike has started a social media blog.&amp;nbsp; I'm really proud of him for sticking with it (even if it means writing late into the night..) and making some great business contacts.&amp;nbsp; He has even "guest posted" several times.&amp;nbsp; No idea that was even possible, or an option (but feel free to contact me if you want to write my blog so I can remember what happens with my family!&amp;nbsp; :) ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check him out....&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.pursuitofchange.com/"&gt;www.pursuitofchange.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #b45f06;"&gt;...and only 13 more days until I'm a stay at home mommy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; Whoohooo!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-3406875019296202190?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/3406875019296202190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=3406875019296202190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/3406875019296202190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/3406875019296202190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2010/05/social-media-and-pursuit-of-change.html' title='Social Media and the Pursuit of Change'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-411061794582855076</id><published>2010-05-05T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T07:59:00.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>The Countdown has begun!</title><content type='html'>Being a teacher, there are several things that we look forward to...fall conferences (followed by 4 days off), Thanksgiving break (5 days off!), winter vacation, spring break...and SUMMER!&amp;nbsp; Okay, so there are many more things that we look forward.&amp;nbsp; Yes, we look forward to the milestones that the children accomplish.&amp;nbsp; Seeing them learn and acheive new goals.&amp;nbsp; The fall play or the spring musical...but those are all expected, right?&amp;nbsp; However, I love that my job enables me time off with children.&amp;nbsp; Since I have to work, this is the best job for our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited for this summer since this is the first summer in all my teaching years that I have OFF!!!&amp;nbsp; I have either been in graduate school or pregnant (and in graduate school).&amp;nbsp; I am so looking forward to spending time with Ash and Ave, LOTS of playdates, warm weather, and VACATIONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been planning a big two week vacation this summer for quite a while.&amp;nbsp; It involves a week long family reunion on my mother-on-law's side to Disney World.&amp;nbsp; Yes, we are going to the place where "dreams come true."&amp;nbsp; I'm sure Avery will be starstruck seeing all the princesses or Mickey Mouse.&amp;nbsp; Asher is looking forward to any &lt;i&gt;Cars&lt;/i&gt; character there might be.&amp;nbsp; Mommy is not looking forward to long days with many breakdowns...but it is worth the crying on both parts because of all the memories being made!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S-A65vIlnaI/AAAAAAAAASk/GgtOk3oWRMk/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S-A65vIlnaI/AAAAAAAAASk/GgtOk3oWRMk/s200/images.jpg" width="165" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are then hitting up a weekend long family reunion for my Granny's family in Georgia....venturing back to the deep south where all my family is from.&amp;nbsp; I'll most likely have it out with my cousins who cannot let go that the North won the Civil War.&amp;nbsp; Seriously, this is what our family debates.&amp;nbsp; Sad, I know.&amp;nbsp; It's not my fault my parents moved me to Yankee territory when I was little!&amp;nbsp; This will follow with my uncle telling me I talk to fast and that I have an accent.&amp;nbsp; Ha!&amp;nbsp; I really do love spending time with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, we are going to good ole Panama City Beach.&amp;nbsp; We have gone there basically every summer since I was born and my grandparents live there fulltime now.&amp;nbsp; My mom's entire family is going to be there for a week and we're sharing a condo on the beach with my sister and brother-in-law and my cousin and his wife.&amp;nbsp; We'll have lots of fun playing in the sand and swimming in the ocean (although Mike won't because he's weird!).&amp;nbsp; So looking forward to my kids spending time in the summer like I did every year of my life.&amp;nbsp; I know they will make great memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here's the condo where my grandparents live (and we'll be staying!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S-A7HMPcKeI/AAAAAAAAASs/bnYDQQ2hMLo/s1600/images-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S-A7HMPcKeI/AAAAAAAAASs/bnYDQQ2hMLo/s320/images-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the walk down to the beach!&amp;nbsp; Can't beat that view! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S-A7V3xiM_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/_eGEC6ZF7OA/s1600/images-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S-A7V3xiM_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/_eGEC6ZF7OA/s320/images-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's kind of interesting because we are spending the week doing what Mike's family did every year for vacation (Disney) and then doing what my family did every year for vacation (the beach!).&amp;nbsp; Obviously, I'm partial to the beach! :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll swing by and visit my grandparents in Alabama on the way home.&amp;nbsp; Should be fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll also be going with my aunt, mom, and sister to North Carolina to my Aunt Karen's cabin for several days in the end of July. That should be so fun!&amp;nbsp; My aunt and sister are a riot to be around...always keeping us laughing (or making fun of me and my mom!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What about you?&amp;nbsp; Any great plans for the summer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-411061794582855076?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/411061794582855076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=411061794582855076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/411061794582855076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/411061794582855076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2010/05/countdown-has-begun.html' title='The Countdown has begun!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S-A65vIlnaI/AAAAAAAAASk/GgtOk3oWRMk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-1239120752337529565</id><published>2010-05-04T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:40:06.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Fun Weekend</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;We had a jam-packed weekend...but it was a jam-packed with fun activities, so it was worth it!&amp;nbsp; Saturday was house cleaning, followed by worship team for mom &amp;amp; dad while the kids played with Uncle Marc, Uncle Matt, &amp;amp; Rowie.&amp;nbsp; Always a hit there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was church, a 1st birthday party for Josh Denny (such a sweet baby boy that we LOVE!&amp;nbsp; I forgot to take pictures though!), and dinner with Uncle Ry and Auntie Janna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to dinner at the &lt;a href="http://www.thechancery.com/"&gt;Chancery&lt;/a&gt; up at Pleasant Prairie in the Ramada at the outlets.&amp;nbsp; I HIGHLY recommend this restaurant.&amp;nbsp; Their nacho dip is amazing!&amp;nbsp; We always get it...so check it out after a long day of shopping.&amp;nbsp; It won't disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janna wanted a new background picture for her phone with her favorite neice and nephew.&amp;nbsp; This was quite commical and took about 15 minutes to get one with both of them looking and not moving!&amp;nbsp; Here are two that I took on my camera.&amp;nbsp; Two because, although my sister always looks amazing, my children do not!&amp;nbsp; One is great of Ave and the other is decent of Ash.&amp;nbsp; Got to love taking pictures with children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S-BbXnNH2XI/AAAAAAAAAS8/__seQAwpBkc/s1600/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S-BbXnNH2XI/AAAAAAAAAS8/__seQAwpBkc/s320/photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S-BbarPf8uI/AAAAAAAAATE/-DvOvEoLzpE/s1600/photo%283%29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S-BbarPf8uI/AAAAAAAAATE/-DvOvEoLzpE/s320/photo%283%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks for dinner Jan and Ry!&amp;nbsp; We had a blast!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-1239120752337529565?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/1239120752337529565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=1239120752337529565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/1239120752337529565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/1239120752337529565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2010/05/fun-weekend.html' title='Fun Weekend'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S-BbXnNH2XI/AAAAAAAAAS8/__seQAwpBkc/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-1782888548852394098</id><published>2010-04-30T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T07:00:02.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher stories'/><title type='text'>Awana Awards</title><content type='html'>Asher participates in Awana every Monday night at our &lt;a href="http://www.hbclz.org/"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It is a great time for the children to learn Bible verses, about the Word of God, and make new friends.&amp;nbsp; Being a working mom has made it tricky to get him there, fed, knowing his verse on time every week, but it was a commitment I'm glad we kept.&amp;nbsp; Asher had so much fun and I know he learned a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Monday night was Awana awards.&amp;nbsp; Asher got an award for being a first year Cubbie.&amp;nbsp; He was so cute accepting his award.&amp;nbsp; Once again, he did not sing.&amp;nbsp; Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Kristy (and the kids' sitter who they LOVE) took these pictures for me because my camera was dead.&amp;nbsp; Surprised?&amp;nbsp; Kristy's daughter Carissa was inside the Cubbie bear.&amp;nbsp; Asher thought that was the coolest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here he is with all his Cubbies buddies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9iM1_yt9tI/AAAAAAAAASc/K-ldTXkWGBU/s1600/-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9iM1_yt9tI/AAAAAAAAASc/K-ldTXkWGBU/s320/-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At receiving his award (he was behind the stand).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9iMxem_FnI/AAAAAAAAASU/xLHAToAmpq0/s1600/-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9iMxem_FnI/AAAAAAAAASU/xLHAToAmpq0/s320/-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally with Cubbie Bear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9iMjr7ZqwI/AAAAAAAAASM/hjkDybZpIO8/s1600/-7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9iMjr7ZqwI/AAAAAAAAASM/hjkDybZpIO8/s320/-7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-1782888548852394098?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/1782888548852394098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=1782888548852394098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/1782888548852394098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/1782888548852394098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2010/04/awana-awards.html' title='Awana Awards'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9iM1_yt9tI/AAAAAAAAASc/K-ldTXkWGBU/s72-c/-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-5227797650491233548</id><published>2010-04-29T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T09:11:00.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Better late then never!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***Please ignore how late this post is...Someone took my camera at church, and finally returned it two weeks later when they figured out it wasn't theirs.  I was so upset when it was gone, but it taught me to download my pictures, and that I should blog for more memories!  Plus, Mike bought me that camera for Mother's Day two years ago with his own giftcard money, so it has sentimental value.***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9hiluwBC5I/AAAAAAAAARY/JGMg_HlSZaA/s1600/-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9hiluwBC5I/AAAAAAAAARY/JGMg_HlSZaA/s320/-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465226548158204818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful time celebrating Easter this year.  The Good Friday services at our church were beautifully done, and I was given the privilege of singing with several people who are very talented and a joy to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter was the debut of our new sanctuary design.  Dan, our worship pastor, worked very hard to get it all done in time.  Mike put in several long nights of work (along with Asher a few times!).  I think it turned out beautifully. Don't you? The lights change with each background, and there are 3 screens now.  I was joking that I should start matching my outfit to whatever lights were going to be used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here it is on Easter morning...LOVE the colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9hf6T-yucI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/K1hY-XMiLy8/s1600/-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9hf6T-yucI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/K1hY-XMiLy8/s320/-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465223603214793154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9hgNgJtmjI/AAAAAAAAARA/uJiasvNB_Co/s1600/-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9hgNgJtmjI/AAAAAAAAARA/uJiasvNB_Co/s320/-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465223932899334706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher was finally old enough this past year to sing with all the kids on stage.  They range in age from 3-5th grade.  He LOVES to sing, but for some reason never really sings when he is up front.  He will do it perfectly before and after, but only sings a little on stage.  Our Christmas singing was lacking, to say the least, so I took it upon myself to make sure that he new those songs PERFECTLY for Easter.  They have a great message, and I'm glad that he's learning worship songs.  He did okay this year.  &lt;a href="http://www.thebergerbuzz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Happi&lt;/a&gt; and I laugh because all the children of the worship team are the ones normally getting in trouble or not singing!  Caden (her little boy) and Asher always give us a run for our money!  They are so stinkin' cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are our two stinkers Caden and Asher....so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;(Ash is obviously an aspiring model in this picture!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9hhgmaW-hI/AAAAAAAAARI/vZ0Ta5rWfCo/s1600/-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9hhgmaW-hI/AAAAAAAAARI/vZ0Ta5rWfCo/s320/-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465225360508910098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally singing (kind of!).  At least they look cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9hiAQ38CcI/AAAAAAAAARQ/e_r00sb9QgI/s1600/-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9hiAQ38CcI/AAAAAAAAARQ/e_r00sb9QgI/s320/-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465225904483207618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any pictures of Avery at Easter due to my camera mishap.  I was so disappointed!  I decided that I am going to redress her up so I can have a cute picture of her in her Easter dress and frilly headband...these are what they at least looked like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery's dress was from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.gap.com"&gt;Gap&lt;/a&gt; and had a little off-white sweater to go with it. She's not really a "girly-girl" so it worked well since it isn't all frilly and lacey.  I love dressing little girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9hjYDZ8PTI/AAAAAAAAARg/MHXBELosOYg/s1600/gp708084-01vliv01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9hjYDZ8PTI/AAAAAAAAARg/MHXBELosOYg/s320/gp708084-01vliv01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465227412696218930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9hjnebNJ6I/AAAAAAAAARo/4W0uInB8zkc/s1600/gp708084-01p02v01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9hjnebNJ6I/AAAAAAAAARo/4W0uInB8zkc/s320/gp708084-01p02v01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465227677647316898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope you all had a wonderful Easter!  He is risen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-5227797650491233548?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/5227797650491233548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=5227797650491233548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/5227797650491233548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/5227797650491233548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2010/04/better-late-then-never.html' title='Better late then never!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9hiluwBC5I/AAAAAAAAARY/JGMg_HlSZaA/s72-c/-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-1672501955897294731</id><published>2010-04-28T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T08:23:08.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Hillsong Part II</title><content type='html'>I know this might seem obsessive (and I certainly do not have an obsessive personality. ha!)...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; Hillsong post, but my husband just sent me this picture of it from his i-phone. (I left mine in the car, so no pictures here!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9hSovZiEeI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FgIYyLvOCYY/s1600/-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9hSovZiEeI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FgIYyLvOCYY/s320/-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465209007685898722" 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/2348474164832349826-1672501955897294731?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/1672501955897294731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=1672501955897294731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/1672501955897294731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/1672501955897294731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2010/04/hillsong-part-ii.html' title='Hillsong Part II'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9hSovZiEeI/AAAAAAAAAQw/FgIYyLvOCYY/s72-c/-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-1617392697557263480</id><published>2010-04-27T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T08:20:48.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Hillsong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9cAcr9LCKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/U0M82AP4m8U/s1600/41%2BQHbMsU5L._SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9cAcr9LCKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/U0M82AP4m8U/s320/41%2BQHbMsU5L._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464837165673023650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I love worship music, and our favorite group by far is Hillsong.   I was sceptical of the whole worship music scene a while back...I thought it was cheesy and I definitely did not listen to any of it.  A few years ago, Mike challenged me to listen to a Hillsong CD.  He was always playing it, so I decided to appease him and just listen.  Once.  Well, twice.  An hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love their music.  It is always on playing at our house or we have the DVDs playing while we do housework.  Ash and Ave can both sing almost every single song (including the guitar riffs and drum parts...scary, I know).  I love hearing my kids praising the Lord in their carseats in the back.  So cute!  It blesses this mommy's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we heard they were touring the USA in April, we jumped on the bandwagon to buy tickets.  We ended up going to the soldout concert at Sears Center with some friends.  We (my husband..) were the crazies who bought general admission tickets.  Decoded that means "Standing room only...really close to the stage...so loud your ears bleed, your entire body feels the bass drum (including the credit cards in your pocket)...and you are in a mass of people praising the Lord (and not all singing on key)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome experience to be worshipping for 3 hours straight with thousands of strangers.  We were so close to the stage, the is was just like being a church...with really cool lights, amazing sound, and thousands of people. Okay, so it wasn't like church, but it was so neat.  If you don't have their CDs, check them out.  Their newest is Faith+Hope+Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before my husbands bashes me...yes, there is Hillsong and Hillsong United.  Both equally fabulous.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-1617392697557263480?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/1617392697557263480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=1617392697557263480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/1617392697557263480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/1617392697557263480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2010/04/hillsong.html' title='Hillsong'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S9cAcr9LCKI/AAAAAAAAAQo/U0M82AP4m8U/s72-c/41%2BQHbMsU5L._SL500_AA300_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-7869859844293511314</id><published>2010-03-05T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:44:17.392-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Annie, Jr.</title><content type='html'>If you've been wondering where I've been...it is most likely at Annie, Jr.  rehearsal!  I have directed the musical at my school for the past three years.  We have 3rd-8th grade students involved, and I love it!  We've been working hard for the past two months preparing for the curtain to go up TONIGHT!  The kids have been doing a fabulous job and I am so proud of them.  It's fun to see this show come to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S5FCzBSgNoI/AAAAAAAAAQY/s1sWSn46AL8/s1600-h/anniejr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S5FCzBSgNoI/AAAAAAAAAQY/s1sWSn46AL8/s320/anniejr.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445206868754445954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in ticket info, email me and I'll leave one at the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, March 5th 7:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, March 6th 1:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll hopefully post pictures next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-7869859844293511314?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/7869859844293511314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=7869859844293511314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/7869859844293511314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/7869859844293511314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2010/03/annie-jr.html' title='Annie, Jr.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S5FCzBSgNoI/AAAAAAAAAQY/s1sWSn46AL8/s72-c/anniejr.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-4391881340948906130</id><published>2010-02-11T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T12:38:20.450-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher stories'/><title type='text'>A Certain Someone's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S3Rm7ab2HyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/0tVS7LEia94/s1600-h/DSC_6030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S3Rm7ab2HyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/0tVS7LEia94/s320/DSC_6030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437083821037461282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain little boy in my house turned four at the end of January.  Ash was so excited for his fourth birthday.  I can't believe that he is already four!  It feels like just yesterday that we were bringing him home from the hospital.  He's grown up into such a sweet boy that is mommy's little helper.  I am so proud to be his mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S3RqoamjSCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FGPbHhVct_8/s1600-h/DSC_6064_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S3RqoamjSCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/FGPbHhVct_8/s320/DSC_6064_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437087892711360546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to help his little sister out is patient with her....even when she bites him constantly.  Oh the joys of a little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S3RooFs02rI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ZnFwYoRLf2Q/s1600-h/DSC_6017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S3RooFs02rI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ZnFwYoRLf2Q/s320/DSC_6017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437085688077277874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves the camera is definitely not shy.  He is such a ham!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S3Rn8JK8a6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/4uVYcHvkuSo/s1600-h/DSC_6359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S3Rn8JK8a6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/4uVYcHvkuSo/s320/DSC_6359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437084933094665122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a daddy's boy and loves helping him.  He has his daddy's personality  (and mommy's "type A" OCDness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S3RpkORcB3I/AAAAAAAAAP4/58COuzRLwks/s1600-h/DSC_6278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S3RpkORcB3I/AAAAAAAAAP4/58COuzRLwks/s320/DSC_6278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437086721170474866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher loves Slushy and he goes everywhere with him. His preschool teacher told him that Slushy was a Sled Dog.  Asher was so excited that now he proudly declares that whenever someone asks about Slush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S3Rp8oBR_RI/AAAAAAAAAQA/P0yE08axwgw/s1600-h/DSC_6447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S3Rp8oBR_RI/AAAAAAAAAQA/P0yE08axwgw/s320/DSC_6447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437087140398890258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated by taking him, Avery, and his friend Nathan to &lt;a href="http://www.monkeyjoes.com/"&gt;Monkey Joe's&lt;/a&gt; in Lake Zurich.  He LOVED it and mommy got a workout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S3RqH9lG8YI/AAAAAAAAAQI/5l3OO9pvv8o/s1600-h/DSC_6083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S3RqH9lG8YI/AAAAAAAAAQI/5l3OO9pvv8o/s320/DSC_6083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437087335164866946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher David it is such a joy to have you as my little boy!  Can't wait to see what the next year of your life brings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-4391881340948906130?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/4391881340948906130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=4391881340948906130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/4391881340948906130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/4391881340948906130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2010/02/certain-someones-birthday.html' title='A Certain Someone&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/S3Rm7ab2HyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/0tVS7LEia94/s72-c/DSC_6030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-8922518259574631998</id><published>2009-12-29T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:00:56.921-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Because I'm a little late on my cards...</title><content type='html'>This season is a crazy time of year for everyone...especially if you're a mommy, teacher, musician, wife, or director (worse, if you combine all of the above).  Needless to say, December flew by in a whirl for me this year.   We did order our Christmas cards on time (mid-December), but I have to finish stamping and labeling them.  We're a little behind this year, like usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a sneak peek at our card several days after Christmas.  I hope to get a blog up about having this picture taken. It was done by a friend of mine, &lt;a href="http://ericalynnphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Erica&lt;/a&gt;, who is FABULOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas from our family to yours.  I hope you had a wonderful holiday season with Christ at the center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SzpDgXuNsjI/AAAAAAAAAO8/wSsHoa4jGTw/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2009-12-29+at+11.52.25+AM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SzpDgXuNsjI/AAAAAAAAAO8/wSsHoa4jGTw/s320/Screen+shot+2009-12-29+at+11.52.25+AM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420719324896539186" 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/2348474164832349826-8922518259574631998?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/8922518259574631998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=8922518259574631998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/8922518259574631998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/8922518259574631998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/12/because-im-little-late-on-my-cards.html' title='Because I&apos;m a little late on my cards...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SzpDgXuNsjI/AAAAAAAAAO8/wSsHoa4jGTw/s72-c/Screen+shot+2009-12-29+at+11.52.25+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-8553614763030190499</id><published>2009-11-08T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:19:15.929-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><title type='text'>Quotables</title><content type='html'>Some cute quotes from Asher to start a week off right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher: "Hey Mom.  Did you know that dogs bark when tomatoes are coming?  It's true."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Um, are you sure you don't mean tornadoes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher: "Why when people lose their jobs do they catch on fire?"&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: "What? Why would they catch on fire?"&lt;br /&gt;Asher: "Daddy says that when someone doesn't have a job they are fired.  I hope they put their shoes on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love what they say when they are little?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-8553614763030190499?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/8553614763030190499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=8553614763030190499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/8553614763030190499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/8553614763030190499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/11/quotables.html' title='Quotables'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-2147866761368292123</id><published>2009-10-02T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T12:14:40.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><title type='text'>It's arrived!</title><content type='html'>Fall has arrived in full force.  I LOVE the season of fall.  It is my absolute favorite.  The beautiful colors, the cooler air, football season, pumpkins, and the clothes are just a few of my favorite things during fall...did I mention that I LOVE fall clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to this love, Mike and I were on the hunt in the pouring rain last night to find the perfect fall coat for Ash and Ave.  They both have grown so much since last spring that their coats were up to their forearms.   We were wet and cold, but it was very much needed for two freezing toddlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited with our cute finds.  I got Ave's&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Infant-Girls-Circo-Plaid-Jacket/dp/B0027GRSLE/ref=sc_qi_detailbutton?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=0YQYTQQE4NV44D3FK6CR&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=465357931&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=B0027GRSLE&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=bottom-6&amp;amp;pf_rd_m=A1VC38T7YXB528&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=5101"&gt; coat &lt;/a&gt;and hat at Target again this year (love that store!).    They make the cutest little girl fall coats.  I also found an adorable hat/mitten set to go with it and her winter coat.  I can't believe that she is two and still wears 18 months though. Craziness.  She is so easy to dress because she looks so darn stinkin' cute in &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;!  Shopping with her was a whole other story.  I need advice from all you moms when it comes to shopping for toddlers (especially girls...).  I had to bribe Avery with new pacies just to get her to try on the coats.  If she liked them, so would walk around and tell me "Oh, mommy, Abey cute."  However, if she didn't approve she would make her little pouty face and say "No, not cute for Abey."  It's already starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike doubted my abilities to find a suitable coat for Ash, so he joined me at Old Navy to find &lt;a href="http://oldnavy.gap.com/browse/product.do?cid=49813&amp;amp;vid=1&amp;amp;pid=694803"&gt;this adorable coat&lt;/a&gt;.  Mike hated it on the rack and said it looked too much like mine, but Asher looked so cute in it, he couldn't refuse.  I can't believe my little boy is already wearing a 5T!  He's so big!&lt;br /&gt;I am certain that when he showed up for picture day at preschool today he was the cutest kid there!  Mission accomplished. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher's Coat...so cute, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SsZP9-piXDI/AAAAAAAAAO0/fh5eYhZqVWI/s1600-h/on694803-00vliv01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SsZP9-piXDI/AAAAAAAAAO0/fh5eYhZqVWI/s320/on694803-00vliv01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388081930403208242" 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/2348474164832349826-2147866761368292123?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/2147866761368292123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=2147866761368292123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/2147866761368292123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/2147866761368292123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-arrived.html' title='It&apos;s arrived!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SsZP9-piXDI/AAAAAAAAAO0/fh5eYhZqVWI/s72-c/on694803-00vliv01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-5826928837266611910</id><published>2009-10-01T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:21:58.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have a Very Happy Little Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SsTXG4w0l6I/AAAAAAAAAOc/_kFCLLQPsbI/s1600-h/BreannaSet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SsTXG4w0l6I/AAAAAAAAAOc/_kFCLLQPsbI/s320/BreannaSet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387667567558301602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll (yes I said ya'll...digging into my southern roots) would be very depressed for my children if you saw their toy stash.  I "limit" the amount of toys they are aloud to have to a bookshelf in the loft.  I can't stand having a bunch of toys lying around being useless.  Mike will often hide them to see if Ash or Ave ask for them, and if not, they go to Goodwill.  I know, I'm a mean parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this rule, poor Ave has not gotten much in the "girly" toy department.  She is happy to play with her brother's trains and cars...even if he is not so thrilled.  Lately, she has been getting extremely girly and loving her play stroller and babies.  I felt bad that she had nothing girly, but I wasn't about to go out a spend a bunch of money on toys for no reason.  So when I received an email this week from a wonderful mother at my school for girls toys, I jumped on it...not even knowing what they were.  I was thinking a few dolls, maybe another little stroller or baby clothes would be more than fabulous.   When she said she had a kitchen, baby station, and vacuum I was through the roof!   Avery would LOOOVVEEE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over and picked it all up yesterday and brought it home before I picked the kids up at the sitter's house.  I wanted to have it all set up for when Ave got home.   I wish I would have had my camera for when Avery saw everything!  It was like Christmas morning.  Come to think of it, I should have saved it...oh well, it was worth the hours spent playing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a blessing to receive all of this!  Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-5826928837266611910?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/5826928837266611910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=5826928837266611910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/5826928837266611910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/5826928837266611910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-very-happy-little-girl.html' title='I Have a Very Happy Little Girl!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SsTXG4w0l6I/AAAAAAAAAOc/_kFCLLQPsbI/s72-c/BreannaSet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-7379668463914038625</id><published>2009-09-30T11:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:25:32.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>New Study</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SsOmwXjuz6I/AAAAAAAAAOE/JqOWJ3LWM68/s1600-h/9781415865859_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SsOmwXjuz6I/AAAAAAAAAOE/JqOWJ3LWM68/s320/9781415865859_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387332929153060770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;School has started, which means two things: I'm busy and exhausted.  So I am needing a kick in the seat of my pants lately to really dig into God's Word and put it into practice.  Getting back into the school year routine is always exciting, but the excitement wore off quickly this year.  I think it is because I wasn't really able to be home with my kids this summer, so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the few weeks I had went by VERY quickly.  I am so thankful for the sitter that God has provided for us and Asher's preschool though, which made the transition easier.  However, time is precious and oh so limited.  I will be the first to admit that when I am tired, my priorities are not always right.  Needless to say, I have been slacking in the Bible studying depart for a few weeks.  So when I found out there is a Bible study meeting at church on the night that Ash has Awana, I jumped at the opportunity to not only study but also meet women in my church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This semester we are doing the study &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Anointed-Transformed-Redeemed-Study-David/dp/141586585X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1254335930&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Anointed, Transformed, Redeemed: A Study of David&lt;/a&gt; by Priscilla Shirer, Beth Moore, and Kay Arthur.  I have always found David so interesting, and I'm looking forward to digging deeper into and learning about his life.  Plus, nothing beats a study by these three women!   I am also hoping that having accountability will get me going.  So, if you see me, ask me about it...or come and join if you're free on Monday nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SsPavN-teHI/AAAAAAAAAOU/HQDOjdguVN8/s1600-h/ShabbyBlogsDividerC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 61px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SsPavN-teHI/AAAAAAAAAOU/HQDOjdguVN8/s320/ShabbyBlogsDividerC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387390084006639730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-7379668463914038625?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/7379668463914038625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=7379668463914038625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/7379668463914038625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/7379668463914038625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-study.html' title='New Study'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SsOmwXjuz6I/AAAAAAAAAOE/JqOWJ3LWM68/s72-c/9781415865859_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-5331027839774302522</id><published>2009-09-16T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:25:51.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher stories'/><title type='text'>Preschool and Homework</title><content type='html'>Ash started preschool on Monday and absolutely loves it. He is going to a Christian preschool right by my in-laws house two afternoons a week.   I am extremely excited because there are only 5 children in the class, so he'll have lots of teacher time.  Pictures to come later, I promise! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular preschool has these adorable bags that have the school's name embroidered on them.  Asher brought his home on Monday super excited and filled to the max.  He had made a picture out of paint and stamps, had LOTS of calendars for snacks, curriculum, etc, and had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;homework&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Homework!&lt;/span&gt;  Each child was to fill out a little book about themselves such as: I am 3, My favorite food is..., my favorite color is blue.  Some of his answers surprised me to say the least.  Who knew his favorite food is watermelon (I think is was because we had just had it for dinner)?  I carefully with my best teacher handwriting filled in each of the blanks for him (and of course &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't change anything&lt;/span&gt;).  He then set out to color each little page and picture...all three of them.  He kept reminding me that he was staying in the lines.  I kept reminding in that flowers are not brown.   Maybe we should choose a "happy" color.  Of course, at no time, did I "assist" him by drawing a watermelon or coloring a crayon blue.  Okay, at least I went out of the lines a few times to make it look like a preschooler had done it.  Give me some credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the big project was the little man we, I mean he, had to decorate.  You would be so proud of our, I mean his, work.  You see, the school sent home a little man that we were supposed to decorate to look like Asher.  Let's be realistic people, if Ash had done it on his own, it would have resembled an alien, so I gladly took it upon myself to help him in this task.  I cut out little construction paper clothes (don't worry, he picked the colors!) and made a little construction paper Cubs hat complete with the C.  Asher picked out a little Lightning McQueen sticker for the shirt, and we placed googly eyes on him.  We topped the face off with an adorable little glitter mouth.  Let me tell you that I...I mean Ash...did a wonderful job on his little man.  It only took an hour and a half! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only Ash agreed.  When I showed him, he made a funny, unimpressed face and said, "Yeah, sure." when asked if he like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on preschool...I'm ready for any homework you may have for us!  (Meaning Asher of course...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-5331027839774302522?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/5331027839774302522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=5331027839774302522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/5331027839774302522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/5331027839774302522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/09/preschool-and-homework.html' title='Preschool and Homework'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-7452659836147589036</id><published>2009-08-20T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T07:23:01.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Five years ago today I married an amazing guy!  Happy Anniversary Mike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/So6tLpvRMLI/AAAAAAAAAN8/xEFnwaXhJMM/s1600-h/P1020272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/So6tLpvRMLI/AAAAAAAAAN8/xEFnwaXhJMM/s320/P1020272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372421821193859250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You are a wonderful husband and an amazing father. I love the passion that you have for serving the Lord and how excited you get when you get to do it! I would never have imagined we would be where we are today with two children and a fun-filled life, but I would never change any of it.  Here's to many more years together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I walked downstairs this morning to see a bouquet of my favorite flowers and a card with the sweetest things in side.  He is always so very thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/So6qRJyjK5I/AAAAAAAAANs/nXgBm6mnEao/s1600-h/One_Dozen_Orange_Roses_Clear_Vase_9_H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/So6qRJyjK5I/AAAAAAAAANs/nXgBm6mnEao/s320/One_Dozen_Orange_Roses_Clear_Vase_9_H.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372418617162017682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tonight we went to one of my favorite restaurants The Cheesecake Factory.  We ordered amazing meals and very good cheesecake &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely excited for tomorrow.  My sweet husband has reservations at a steakhouse he has wanted to try called &lt;a href="http://www.texasdebrazil.com/"&gt;Texas de Brazil&lt;/a&gt; followed by a night at the&lt;a href="http://avenuehotelchicago2-px.trvlclick.com/index.cfm"&gt; Avenue Hotel in Chicago&lt;/a&gt;.  Super excited for a night on the town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/2348474164832349826-7452659836147589036?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/7452659836147589036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=7452659836147589036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/7452659836147589036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/7452659836147589036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/So6tLpvRMLI/AAAAAAAAAN8/xEFnwaXhJMM/s72-c/P1020272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-5509616048241202279</id><published>2009-08-19T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T06:30:51.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few oldies</title><content type='html'>My friend Rowie has become the kids personal photographer.  If she's there, she has her camera which is good because I probably don't.  Last week she gave us a bunch of pictures that date back since we first knew her (July 06).  I thought I would post a few of them in the next couple of posts.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby Avery August 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/Sov9mjIk4GI/AAAAAAAAANc/afdPuGCxPag/s1600-h/IMG_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/Sov9mjIk4GI/AAAAAAAAANc/afdPuGCxPag/s320/IMG_0159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371665819277516898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fall 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/Sov9QHxmlWI/AAAAAAAAANU/q_dQBhFaQYY/s1600-h/Little+Avery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/Sov9QHxmlWI/AAAAAAAAANU/q_dQBhFaQYY/s320/Little+Avery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371665433976280418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy baby Avery, April 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/Sov8e5BvSeI/AAAAAAAAANM/XiE426rXgKY/s1600-h/IMG_1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/Sov8e5BvSeI/AAAAAAAAANM/XiE426rXgKY/s320/IMG_1208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371664588203837922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Asher June 2006&lt;br /&gt;He has curly hair that we have to now keep tame. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/Sov-HlFYnbI/AAAAAAAAANk/oIoWPJrrpkg/s1600-h/goofface2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/Sov-HlFYnbI/AAAAAAAAANk/oIoWPJrrpkg/s320/goofface2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371666386736684466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher making his "racing face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/Sov8HkpVwCI/AAAAAAAAANE/V6ujeu5IrfY/s1600-h/P1020403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/Sov8HkpVwCI/AAAAAAAAANE/V6ujeu5IrfY/s320/P1020403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371664187595800610" 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/2348474164832349826-5509616048241202279?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/5509616048241202279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=5509616048241202279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/5509616048241202279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/5509616048241202279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/08/few-oldies.html' title='A few oldies'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/Sov9mjIk4GI/AAAAAAAAANc/afdPuGCxPag/s72-c/IMG_0159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-2603294442414645048</id><published>2009-08-17T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:35:11.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher stories'/><title type='text'>My Little Rule Follower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/Solv9RY6tJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/QUkPstFC4U8/s1600-h/P1050025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/Solv9RY6tJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/QUkPstFC4U8/s320/P1050025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370947129046643858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Asher loves soccer.  So when we watched my little brother Josiah play two games this weekend, he was lovin' it!  He jumped right in to cheer the players on including this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(After the goalie got a save)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very worried Ash: Mom, you can't use your hands in soccer!&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's okay buddy, he's the goalie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which Ash turns an yells at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;goalie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"NO HANDS IN SOCCER, DUDE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yep, my son heckled the goalie and called him a dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We may have problems this fall when we start soccer. :)&lt;/span&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/2348474164832349826-2603294442414645048?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/2603294442414645048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=2603294442414645048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/2603294442414645048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/2603294442414645048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-little-rule-follower.html' title='My Little Rule Follower'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/Solv9RY6tJI/AAAAAAAAAM0/QUkPstFC4U8/s72-c/P1050025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-3393689624683846193</id><published>2009-08-13T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:10:03.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Never say never</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I've always prided myself on being a good driver.  I've never been pulled over (or should I say I've never received a ticket), never been in an accident and never run out of gas.  My husband has done two of the three, so I have always been so proud that my record was spotless, to say the least.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Until recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;That's changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;A few weeks ago my sister asked me to play softball up in Milwaukee with them.  They have a co-ed team made of doctors and their wives (appropriately named "Scrubs").  They were short a few players, so I decide why not...I don't know any of them, so I can make a fool of myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;Needless to say, I got two hits, was on base several times, and actually played okay. Pat on the back for me.  So the following week I decided to go back for another round.  I was now their star female player and could make any play in right field.  Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;*Side note* Didn't have the best game that week (and the coach...my BIL...has not asked me back.  Wonder why?).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;The reason I didn't have a good game is all blamed on what happened beforehand.  I had a little bit of a stressful day and was going to be getting on the road a little late.  My Honda had 1/4 of a tank left...plenty to get to Milwaukee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;On the way up I called our sitter for next year.  We can talk and talk when we get started.  Love her!  So I got her started on some conversation and I was just listening when my car started to jerk funny.  That's odd.  Mike and I had just been talking about "cash for clunkers" and thinking how we should ditch both our 1998's.  I pulled to the side of 294 just in time for my car to die.  Great.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;Said a little pray (while still on the phone) and thankfully it started.  Alrighty then.  Kristy was still talking away when less then 2 minutes later the same thing happened.  Mind you, I had a 1/4 of a tank and no gas light!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;Long story short, after a good freak out, about 40 calls to my sister who was not answering the phone, and 50 crying to my husband.  Jan and Ry came to rescue me!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;Thankfully, it was just needing gas and not something else.  If only I could get over the embarrassment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lesson learned: Always keep your tank ABOVE the half way mark. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;How about you?  Any embarrassing things happen to you lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-3393689624683846193?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/3393689624683846193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=3393689624683846193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/3393689624683846193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/3393689624683846193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-say-never.html' title='Never say never'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-2636194344807214701</id><published>2009-07-29T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T07:41:00.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>Crackin' Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's been a little brutal around here to say the least.  I think my kids are having a hard transition to mommy (a.k.a the enforcer) being home.  I'm crackin' down on the fighting and fits that I might have let slide while I was in school.   Time outs are our new best friend; well mine at least.  You can easily tell if you walk in my house who is used to them.  My sensitive little man Ash cries everytime (maybe once a week) he gets in trouble.  Sass-master Ave just sits and dutifully puts her time in since it is multiple times a day.  I think she doesn't mind time outs since she had fun getting there.  I'll need LOTS of prayer in 13 years! &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/2348474164832349826-2636194344807214701?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/2636194344807214701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=2636194344807214701' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/2636194344807214701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/2636194344807214701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/07/crackin-down.html' title='Crackin&apos; Down'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-838628467085082071</id><published>2009-07-28T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T07:10:21.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>I'm doing it!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, we have had two major accomplishments from my kids in the past few weeks.  One of which I knew, another I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very, very happy mommy when I say that Asher is potty trained!  He finally caught on after a week and has only had two accidents (because pants just get in the way sometimes).  We've had NO bed wetting yet, but I might have just jinxed it by actually saying it out loud!  Now if I can only get him to stop shouting "I'm doing it" everytime he goes (regardless of where he is), I will truly be thrilled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery gave me a little surprise yesterday when she randomly started counting to ten.  I was counting to three for her to do something and she looked at me and innocently counted to ten for me!  I was baffled.  I didn't know that she could do that!  I wonder if she can secretly read or cook or do the laundry.  I should test her on that.&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/2348474164832349826-838628467085082071?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/838628467085082071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=838628467085082071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/838628467085082071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/838628467085082071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-doing-it.html' title='I&apos;m doing it!!!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-5978779173506740525</id><published>2009-06-29T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:15:56.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><title type='text'>Easily Distracted</title><content type='html'>I'm having one of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; days today.  We all have them, I'm sure.  Some just more than others.  You know the day...where nothing goes right regardless of what you do.  I've somewhat given up on salvaging the day and I'm blogging to avoid homework. Imagine that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess getting up at 5:00 is finally starting to wear me down.  I feel exhausted! I am definitely NOT a morning person.  I envy all you morning people.  The problem is I'm not a night person either.  Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out the door by 5:45 to miss rush hour traffic.  On the south side by 7:30.  Quick nap in the car since I almost fell asleep driving.  Not good.  It didn't help that my favorite radio show is off this week!  Classes actually did go well today and I was brave enough to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;volunteer&lt;/span&gt; to conduct in front of the class.  I must have started the day well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time focusing once I get home to and need to do my homework.  Asher and Avery need my attention (and I want to give it to them 100%).  The house needs tending to, the dog needs walking, and dinner needs cooking.  Needless to say, when Ash asking to go to Culver's for dinner, I didn't fight him.  I'll justify it as a potty reward.  Culvers was another story considering I spilled my drink and had a little mental break down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now babies are sleeping and I'm working on the master's project revising, revising, revising.  Okay, now I'm blogging, but I'll be back at work on the project.  Then arranging, then choir reflection paper....then &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;BED!&lt;/span&gt;  Oh pillow, my head can not hit you soon enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the complaining.  At least the weather was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;BEAUTIFUL&lt;/span&gt; today.  Praise the Lord for giving us gorgeous weather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-5978779173506740525?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/5978779173506740525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=5978779173506740525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/5978779173506740525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/5978779173506740525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/06/easily-distracted.html' title='Easily Distracted'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-5167522070816256089</id><published>2009-06-27T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T09:51:02.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>Current scores...</title><content type='html'>Potty training is finally starting to take off!  Avery pretty much goes as long as you put her on the potty.  She is highly motivated by M&amp;amp;M's (I wonder where she gets that from!)...Asher likes all the stickers that Jaime brought him with cars.  She has a little system for him where he gets a car if he gets 3 stickers.  We've almost made it to two cars...hopefully we'll have a garage full soon.  Hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any potty training wisdom you all have would be fabulous.  I'm just looking forward to the extra money in the budget with the diapers column gone! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-5167522070816256089?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/5167522070816256089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=5167522070816256089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/5167522070816256089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/5167522070816256089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/06/current-scores.html' title='Current scores...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-4957879602028498997</id><published>2009-06-22T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:30:10.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>I know...I know.</title><content type='html'>So life has been crazy in the Tiojanco household these past five weeks since I blogged.  My deepest apologies.  I'm sure you have all checked it daily waiting to see what we have been doing in our neck of the woods...right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  Like I said, life has been crazy.  We have some major happenings around here!  I started grad school full-time last week.  This consists of me leaving the house everyday around 6 a.m. to commute downtown (yes, 50 miles) to school.  I'm done around 3:30 everyday, but don't grace my doorstep until 5 or 6. Due to this, if you visit my house, you will find mass chaos, a dog needing to be walked, a laundry pile that is as tall as Avery, and much more.  Shout out to my honey for picking up on my slack!  I couldn't do life without that man.  On the plus side, this is hopefully my last summer in school since I'll be graduating on July 25th.  See you all there, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you have a second, please pray that I finish my project.  I'm up to 65 pages and counting and have been informed that "it never hurts" to add more.  Never hurts who, I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up...National Boards next year.  I just got my box today and I'm actually excited.  I think I have a sickness when it comes to degrees and certification. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our other BIG news is that we are POTTY TRAINING!  Maybe this is where we really need the prayer warriors.  Asher is stubborn.  I take full credit for that one.  He gets playing and does not care a bit about the rest of the world.  My 16 year old sister Jaime is staying with us for three weeks.  She is babysitting them during the day...and she accepted the potty training challenge head on.  In fact, I think&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; she &lt;/span&gt;initiated it (perhaps the monetary incentive that goes along with it helped...you'll do anything for money at that age).  She arrived Sunday armed with ideas, M&amp;amp;M's, and a great attitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current PTS (Potty Training Score) is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Drum role please***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah for the 22 month old that gets it...that child will do anything for food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-4957879602028498997?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/4957879602028498997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=4957879602028498997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/4957879602028498997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/4957879602028498997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-knowi-know.html' title='I know...I know.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-3668753113666405434</id><published>2009-05-07T12:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:40:03.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>Where has the time gone?</title><content type='html'>Last night after my choir concert, I turned around to see to little toddlers playing on the risers on stage.  Initially, I thought who is letting their little ones run on the stage! Quickly, I realized they were mine.  Oops!  The thing that really got me was that it dawned on me that Avery isn't a baby anymore.  She's not falling over her feet when she walks, and that child definitely has no problems running!  She has a larger vocabulary then Asher had at that age (all girls love to talk) and she has no problem holding her own.  She's not a baby.  She's a toddler.  Where has that time gone?  Isn't it crazy how fast they grow up.  I jokingly tell Mike it's time for another one...except she is still a sassy pants that I can't keep up with, so that next baby is long off (if ever).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-3668753113666405434?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/3668753113666405434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=3668753113666405434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/3668753113666405434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/3668753113666405434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-1063071422903635895</id><published>2009-05-03T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:02:09.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher stories'/><title type='text'>Story Time</title><content type='html'>Our Friday night turned out to be a little different then I expected.  I needed to purchase a suit for my upcoming choir competitions (and found a really cute &lt;a href="http://bananarepublic.gap.com/browse/product.do?cid=39259&amp;amp;vid=1&amp;amp;pid=637750&amp;amp;scid=637750002"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt;!  If only I could afford &lt;a href="http://www1.macys.com/catalog/product/index.ognc?ID=334605&amp;amp;CategoryID=23056&amp;amp;LinkLoc=13247&amp;amp;LinkType=SiteAd&amp;amp;AdID=505279"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; to go with it...hint, hint I wear a 7.5 honey). So Mike and Asher decided they would join me on this quest.   Before we even got started, Mike and Asher wanted to go to the "library" (Barnes &amp;amp; Noble) to look for books and play with the trains.  They were having a children's author reading his story this particular night.  Just as we were preparing to leave, they announced it.  Feeling mother's guilt for never taking Ash to story time before, I grudgingly said he could go.  So we slowly walked back to the story corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't know how most story times go, but usually there are children to read books to.  I felt horrible for this man since Asher was the only child to show up!  To make things worse, it was a book meant for 3rd-5th graders entitled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even the Dead Get up for Milk.  &lt;/span&gt;"Great, the child is going to have nightmares," was what I kept thinking to myself.  I couldn't just get up and take Asher though since he was the only little one there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, Asher sat like a champ (and the book had pictures!) through the entire 60+ pages.  He answered the authors letters and even looked at the interpreter as she read it in Spanish (it is a bi-lingual book).  Everyone kept telling me how well behaved he was, and he even thanked the man after he finished reading.   Luckily, he left the comment "That was a strange mystery book" for after we left the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bonus is that he made it on their webpage.  Check Asher out &lt;a href="http://www.astakospublishing.com/news.cfm?id=38&amp;amp;type=News"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;with the author and translator!  He's referred to as the little fan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-1063071422903635895?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/1063071422903635895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=1063071422903635895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/1063071422903635895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/1063071422903635895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-time.html' title='Story Time'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-1538400871084101007</id><published>2009-04-30T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:16:29.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>So we are redoing our house.  Not in the sense of ripping things out and putting in new, but we are definitely painting, rearranging and freecycling.  We have had a light blue kitchen and gray-blue living room for the past two years.  I love the color, but it was time for a change.  We are going with a rust color with some lighter tan tones, which I am hoping look good.  We'll see...it's a change for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time with change.  I am a very scheduled and routine oriented person.  I often hear my husband or fellow teachers telling me to just relax...right.  I like when people are dependable and do what is expected of them.  I need to map things out and write to do lists.  Is that odd?  Honestly, who doesn't thrive in marking off a to do list.  But really, the fun is making one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my fear of change is the unknown.  Not knowing if the new with fit with the old.  Not finding a place to fit in.  I think one of the hardest changes to make is in churches.  Finding a new church can be so difficult.  Busting in to the circles at church can be exhausting.  I know that it shouldn't be like grade school, but many times I feel like it is.  We are comfortable with the people around us, not wanting to change the groups that we run with.  Mike and I have been at our church almost four years now.  We love our church, the people, the ministries.  But in many ways, I feel as if I am still busting into the circles and trying to find somewhere to belong.  I've been frustrated lately and trying to know where I fit in.  Maybe I just need change.  I need to reach out of my comfort zone and change my surrounding.  I can't always depend on others to reach out or take the first step.  Thankfully, God is in control of the unknown.  He is in control of the changes.  Luckily, I am not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-1538400871084101007?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/1538400871084101007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=1538400871084101007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/1538400871084101007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/1538400871084101007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/11/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-8025850624174859378</id><published>2009-04-26T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:41:10.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Move over Beyoncé...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Julie's in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I had a chance to bring out my inner star at school.  I busted out my very rusty dance moves and even learned the words to Beyoncé's current hit thanks to our second lip sync contest.  Last year I was asked to sponsor our lip sync contest, offering the kids advice on songs, dance moves, or how to make it seem like they were really singing.  So again, I had this fun task of co-directing the show. Sounds fun, right?  So how was I a star you might ask...well, a few brave (or should I say roped in) teachers last year performed a song by Destiny's Child entitled "Survivor."  I recieved the short end of the straw and was chosen as the lead for lip syncing the song.  This year, in order to keep with tradition, three of the original four teachers did "Single Ladies" complete with choreography.  We even took the time to watch the video on youtube and learn the cleaner version of the dance moves.  It's never good though when you look out and see half your students with their cell phones or parents with camcorders out recording your performance.  Just look for me as the next youtube star...and please comment nicely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SfS4UfdJi0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/eBGru8GZlb0/s1600-h/DSC_0094.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/_X9KDEn-7wss/SfS4UfdJi0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/eBGru8GZlb0/s320/DSC_0094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329086921266793282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SfS39ylP2SI/AAAAAAAAAMk/UqF_Qp9RJwM/s1600-h/DSC_0097.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/_X9KDEn-7wss/SfS39ylP2SI/AAAAAAAAAMk/UqF_Qp9RJwM/s320/DSC_0097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329086531264043298" 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/2348474164832349826-8025850624174859378?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/8025850624174859378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=8025850624174859378' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/8025850624174859378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/8025850624174859378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/04/move-over-beyonce.html' title='Move over Beyoncé...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SfS4UfdJi0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/eBGru8GZlb0/s72-c/DSC_0094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-8045599153516273378</id><published>2009-04-06T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:55:24.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SdrAihqwOMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/OncNELurQfo/s1600-h/IMG_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SdrAihqwOMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/OncNELurQfo/s320/IMG_0265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321777609077438658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I hate this camera...God ended it!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;--Asher after he finished the pictures on the disposable camera he found with 7 pictures left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, if you like the way the blog looks now, you can thank my personal blog designer, Asher.  He chose all the new layouts and pictures himself.  With the economy the way it is, I'm thinking of making him available for house calls per a small fee to afford his diaper fix.  I suppose I could just really focus on potty training and not break child labor laws.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-8045599153516273378?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/8045599153516273378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=8045599153516273378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/8045599153516273378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/8045599153516273378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/04/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SdrAihqwOMI/AAAAAAAAAMc/OncNELurQfo/s72-c/IMG_0265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-8560043772112945762</id><published>2009-04-06T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:01:05.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Survey Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SdqlokZJq1I/AAAAAAAAALw/Ya8wLW3ucGk/s1600-h/IMG_1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SdqlokZJq1I/AAAAAAAAALw/Ya8wLW3ucGk/s320/IMG_1030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321748026074180434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/Sdqkp6sn6eI/AAAAAAAAALo/x4nCJRIbV8k/s1600-h/IMG_0537_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/Sdqkp6sn6eI/AAAAAAAAALo/x4nCJRIbV8k/s320/IMG_0537_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321746949729675746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I was sent this adorable survey on Facebook to give to your kids.  I decided it would be a cute post for all you non-facebookers (really, do you exist?).  Obviously, Asher filled out the answers to the following questions since Avery has, shall we say, a select vocabulary. I would love to see what your kiddos say about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mommy: by Asher, age 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is something mom always says to you?&lt;br /&gt;"something funny"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What makes mom happy?&lt;br /&gt;"Going peep in the potty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What makes mom sad?&lt;br /&gt;"not peeping in the potty, pooping in the diaper" (can you tell we're potty training?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How does your mom do to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;"when you say funny things"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What was your mom like as a child?&lt;br /&gt;"you had a sister like avery"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How old is your mom?&lt;br /&gt;"two...you're very old"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How tall is your mom?&lt;br /&gt;Pointed to my head..."that tall"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is her favorite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;"play with toys, drink diet coke"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What does your mom do when you're not around?&lt;br /&gt;"goes to work"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?&lt;br /&gt;"driving a car"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your mom really good at?&lt;br /&gt;"teaching kids"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your mom not very good at?&lt;br /&gt;"not playing with toys"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What does your mom do for a job?&lt;br /&gt;"you go to your school"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What is your mom's favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;"diet cok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What makes you proud of your mom?&lt;br /&gt;"because I love you'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If your mom were a cartoon character, who would she be?&lt;br /&gt;"Tasha and I will be Tyrone" (from the Backyardigans)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you and your mom do together?&lt;br /&gt;"Make banana bread"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How are you and your mom the same?&lt;br /&gt;"we both like to make songs and concerts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How are you and your mom different?&lt;br /&gt;"your clothes are not matching and you put makeup on" (thanks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How do you know your mom loves you?&lt;br /&gt;"teaches mes, walks around with me, hugs me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What does your mom like most about your dad?&lt;br /&gt;"you give a new kiss"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Where is your mom's favorite place to go?&lt;br /&gt;"the gym"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-8560043772112945762?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/8560043772112945762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=8560043772112945762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/8560043772112945762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/8560043772112945762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/04/survey-says.html' title='Survey Says...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SdqlokZJq1I/AAAAAAAAALw/Ya8wLW3ucGk/s72-c/IMG_1030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-7424104351899563540</id><published>2009-04-03T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:32:56.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>Gotta love a three year old</title><content type='html'>I love the phase that Asher is in.  He's constantly learning new words, picking up phrases, and constantly making me laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday he was playing in the loft with Avery when I managed to overhear them "talking."  Avery had put Ash's car underneath the couch by accident, to which he replied in a very manly voice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Stand back Avy, I hope I am strong enough to push this couch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To which Avery replied, "Yeah" in her deep raspy voice.  I definitely laughed at that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Asher learned the hard way that cotton balls are NOT marshmallows.  While unloading the bags from our trip the store, Asher held up the bag of cotton balls we had just purchased.  He quickly exclaimed, "Thank you mommy for buying marshmallows!"  I placed the bag on the counter and let him know they were cotton balls, not marshmallows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to 30 minutes later.  Mike and I came downstairs to Ash sitting at the counter holding two cotton balls and wet cotton stuck to his chin.  With disgust, he looked at us and proclaimed, "These are funny tasting marshmallows mommy."  Luckily, he had only had a few bites. Maybe next time I should buy real marshmallows at the store for the poor kid.&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/2348474164832349826-7424104351899563540?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/7424104351899563540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=7424104351899563540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/7424104351899563540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/7424104351899563540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/04/gotta-love-three-year-old.html' title='Gotta love a three year old'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-9046521245666218260</id><published>2009-04-03T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:23:15.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Day Brighteners</title><content type='html'>So I've been in this weird funk lately.  I know that everyone has them, but I usually don't, which makes it frustrating.  Do you ever feel like a failure?  I think part of my problem is that I feel as if I am never good enough, never quick enough, never on top of things.  As long as I can remember, someone has always out done me in something.  I am a people pleaser and hate knowing that I always come in second. People tell me I fail my children by working, but I fail my financial responsibilities by not. I fail at my talents by not taking the time I need to cultivate them to be the best I can be.   I fail my duties at home by not constantly keeping up with my house. I fail myself by lacking discipline. I am always good, but never the best.  I fail often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is frustrating to always strive to be perfect in the things you do, especially when we are only human and cannot attain perfection.  I am thankful through it all that I do not have to the best in God's eyes.  I can fail.  But am I honoring Him by not being the best, or are the things that I thought I was good at not my true talent? I do know this: I will strive to be the best that I can in the situation I am in to glorify Him.  I will be thankful for the day brighteners he has given me each day through my children.  My children may not be the best at everything but they are mine and are precious to me.  They are may day brighteners...and a reason I have not failed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-9046521245666218260?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/9046521245666218260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=9046521245666218260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/9046521245666218260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/9046521245666218260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-brighteners.html' title='Day Brighteners'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-5723806291807307975</id><published>2009-02-27T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:37:58.606-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>Sushi Baby</title><content type='html'>The other night Asher was at my in-laws, so Mike and I decided to take Ave out to dinner for a special treat (for us, really).  We were heading up to Chili's when we passed this little Korean (I think)/ sushi restaurant that I always to go to with my fellow teachers.  If you know Mike, you know that he has quite a taste for...shall we say...bland and boring foods.  After convincing him that there was bound to be something he liked on the menu, he okayed the choice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found a new likeness in sushi lately.  No, I'm not having pregnancy cravings.  I just like sushi.I love this restaurant's California rolls...I get them everytime I go.  I think about them daily, crave them, and splurge every in-service day on them.  Naturally, I ordered them.  As quick as they came, they were gone!  My little 18 month old hoarded and finished the entire roll by herself...seaweed and all.  I jokingly guessed it was the Asian in her...even though it isn't her Asian parent that like them.  Next time, I'll order two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-5723806291807307975?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/5723806291807307975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=5723806291807307975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/5723806291807307975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/5723806291807307975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/02/sushi-baby.html' title='Sushi Baby'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-8213880261056830227</id><published>2009-02-24T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:57:21.620-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><title type='text'>Who knew...?</title><content type='html'>Preschool.  I can't believe I'm even blogging about that yet, but the time has arrived.  I started exploring preschool options.  After having a small mental breakdown (is my little guy really that old...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;AM I really that old&lt;/span&gt;!), I bit the bullet and started calling around. Now mind you, this is February and I'm calling for NEXT fall. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; February, people!&lt;/span&gt; Yet, much to my surprise, two of the schools recommended to me were &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;full.&lt;/span&gt;  Man, am I slacking on my child's education!  Who knew that you had to sign them up for a good preschool program six months in advance...for a program that they need to be potty trained for even before they are completely potty trained...for a program I still don't know how I'm going to get him to three days a week.  They definitely do not tell you this when you bring the child home for the hospital.  I consider myself a planner.  I was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just sign Avery up too while I'm at it.  It seems that is the age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted if I, I mean, Asher gets into the preschool I am wanting.  Cross your fingers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-8213880261056830227?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/8213880261056830227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=8213880261056830227' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/8213880261056830227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/8213880261056830227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-knew.html' title='Who knew...?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-5702712866848318279</id><published>2009-02-16T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:37:46.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><title type='text'>They just get better...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SZo_FJmYR4I/AAAAAAAAALg/FXkrzW06t2o/s1600-h/DSC_4352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SZo_FJmYR4I/AAAAAAAAALg/FXkrzW06t2o/s320/DSC_4352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303620868890969986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day is one of my favorite holidays, if you can call it one.  I love telling my friends and family that I love them and showing it.  Obviously, it's not just something I do once a year, but I love the idea of it.  My Granny (yes, Granny..we are southern) always sends me a Valentine's Day gift/card.  She always remembers us all.  On Thursday we all received our cards, Asher and Avery included.  Growing up my dad always bought me and my sister a box of chocolate or something special.  I loved making the little mailboxes for the school Valentine's...and making sure to not give the boys one that said something like "to my honey" or "Be Mine, Valentine."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is a hopeless romantic and always remembers my favorite things for this day.  I LOVE tulips, and Mike usually tries to get them for me.  On Thursday, the secretary walked in my classroom with a vase of tulips for me from him.  I am very impatient and love getting things early (I know, you would never guess)...this was my early gift.  So thank you hubby for the romance.  I was envied my many at school. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the real blessing was the actual day this year.  I was supposed to take a class all day, but we could not find a sitter. I wonder why!  So my day started with my sweet toddlers waking us up.  Asher and I then made some yummy chocolate chip banana bread for our gift to daddy (even though he still has not eaten any!).  While we were waiting for some ingredients, Mike surprised me with my favorite breakfast...Burger King.  (I know, I have such expensive taste.)  Mike went to work for the afternoon and me and my sweet babies got to just hang out and play.  Matt stopped by to play with the kiddos for a while too, which was a nice surprise for them.  After going to church on Saturday night, we went out to dinner at Moe's for burritos.  Yes, such the Valentine's Day delicacy.  We ended our evening all watching Ash and Ave's new Backyardigans movie that got for the special day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've had romantic dates with my hubby for Valentine's Day and, yes, this was not something that I would consider romantic...but it was a perfect day with my beautiful children and amazing hubby.  I am one happy, blessed, and lucky person.  I think family day will be the new Valentine's theme.  There's plenty of time throughout the year for romance, but never enough time with my family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a wonderful Valentine's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-5702712866848318279?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/5702712866848318279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=5702712866848318279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/5702712866848318279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/5702712866848318279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/02/they-just-get-better.html' title='They just get better...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SZo_FJmYR4I/AAAAAAAAALg/FXkrzW06t2o/s72-c/DSC_4352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-3468909504267552876</id><published>2009-01-19T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T14:32:47.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chores'/><title type='text'>We all have one...</title><content type='html'>Whether you're a workin' outside the home momma or stay at home mommy, we all have one...a household chore that we put last on the list and manage to fall behind on.  For some of us, it's bathrooms, others dusting.  For me, it is laundry!  I have tried everything to make it "fun."  Cute organizers, great smelling laundry detergents, a little lint collection cleaner.  My hubster even went as far as to buy me the &lt;a href="www.flipfold.com"&gt;flip fold&lt;/a&gt;.But still, I hate laundry.  I am sadly going to admit that there are even times when I have to run the wash twice due to forgetting about putting it in the dryer. Currently, it is backed up three or four loads...and folding is another story.  I fold, then forget to put away.  I put away, but spend an hour reorganizing every drawer that has been messed up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this workin' momma is honestly thinking of an outside service.  It all started when I saw that our local dry cleaner offers laundry washed and folded for $1/pound.  Granted, I could never stoop as far as to bring my undies to them...but maybe the hubby's.  I think I may go as far as to weigh my next load, just to see if it is realistic.  Although if I do this, the next thing would be to get a maid...and I'm thinking the hubster will give me a big no on that one. I can't imagine why...;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about you?  What chore do you hate doing...or in my case let pile up? Or how do you manage to get all your laundry done...any fun tips?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-3468909504267552876?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/3468909504267552876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=3468909504267552876' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/3468909504267552876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/3468909504267552876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-all-have-one.html' title='We all have one...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-6336259577743236491</id><published>2009-01-06T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:18:54.865-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eating'/><title type='text'>Organic anyone...?</title><content type='html'>I'm turning to all you in the "blogosphere" to see if you you have any tips on eating organic.  As part of our New Year's resolutions (which I am so far..a whole 7 days into..am keeping), we are trying to be more healthy which includes our eating.  We already purchase organic items, but have never gone fully organic.  I try to buy things for the kids such as their juice, produce, or veggies.  I LOVE the&lt;a href="http://maverickranch.com/"&gt; organic beef&lt;/a&gt; that we buy.  It is only about $1 more at Target and tastes amazing!  You can tell just by looking at it that it is healthier.  If you haven't tried it, you should just once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, do any of you eat organic?  If so, how do you afford it?  Where do you shop?  Share your wealth of info...pretty please with a cherry on top!  I'll be your best friend (as my first graders use to get the mallets for the Orff instruments next).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-6336259577743236491?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/6336259577743236491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=6336259577743236491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/6336259577743236491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/6336259577743236491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/01/organic-any.html' title='Organic anyone...?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-599482904368482630</id><published>2009-01-04T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T08:38:40.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher stories'/><title type='text'>So he won't win the spelling bee...</title><content type='html'>So Asher knows all his letters and numbers (and has since last Christmas when he got a letter puzzle).  Sometimes knowing things backfires on us though. I was changing his diaper the other day and he looked up at the T.V. and smiled. He looked at me extremely proud of himself and said, "Hey mommy, I know how to spell T.V.  S-O-N-Y.  T.V.!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so impressed with himself I didn't have the heart to tell him it was Sony.  So he might not win the spelling bee one day...but at least he has his looks.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-599482904368482630?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/599482904368482630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=599482904368482630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/599482904368482630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/599482904368482630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-he-wont-win-spelling-bee.html' title='So he won&apos;t win the spelling bee...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-8588688258372545352</id><published>2009-01-03T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:05:19.957-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>A New Year...</title><content type='html'>I've never really been one for New Year's resolutions.  I say that most likely to make myself feel better since I always make them, but never really keep them.  Isn't that the point of making them in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New Year's day, Mike and I sat down and decided what our goals were for our family.  We did not agree on all of them...but did get a few of them accomplished.  I went as far as to make them for my children.  Is that weird?  Asher's goal (that he made himself of course) include being potty trained, attending preschool in the fall, and learning basic chores around the house like making his bed in the morning. He even told me that he wanted to start on the cello (with NO coaching from me of course). Avery even took the time to make her own too (isn't she a brilliant 16 month old?).  She would like to work on potty training by Christmas next year, recognize her letters, and be nicer to her brother.  Okay, after typing all this I feel like one of those crazy mothers, but oh well.  My children will be accomplished (right...). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my resolutions....drum roll please:&lt;br /&gt;1. Get into the Word daily, even if just for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Lose 35 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;3. Slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those that read my blog (which is probably no one since I NEVER update), I am hoping that you will keep me accountable to my resolutions this year.  The first resolution I am making is to lose weight.  I know that I have made this one MANY times over, but I am officially on board since my time at the gym.  I was rocking it out running on the treadmill when I caught a glimpse of something that was also running in the mirror.  In my mind I thought, "It's a great thing that person is here...check out that big butt."  Well, you guessed it...it was MY big butt running on the treadmill.  That is when, while wiping away a tear (that I can't have chocolate anymore), I vowed to KEEP my resolution.  This officially means that you all have the permission to say to me "Hey big butt, get to the gym."  Enjoy it while you can...hopefully by this summer I'll be down 35 pounds and you won't be able to say that! On the bright side, I'll be able to fit into all my clothes from before having Asher, although they are probably out of style now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also hoping to slow my life down some, which I think will help with my other goals.  I am someone who thrives on getting things accomplished, being apart of activities, and seeing end results.  I love everything I do, but I love my family and sanity more.  After a crazy month of December, which included singing at church every weekend and Christmas Eve, going out of town for a conference for a week, Christmas shopping, traveling, and directing the school play of Snow White, I have had it.  Thankfully I've had the last two weeks at home with my children to slow down and just be there for them.  Mike and I were able to come up with several ideas on how I might be able to work part-time or just teach several lessons a week for some extra money.  Please pray that this might work out so I can slow my life down and really put more time and investment into my children.  I know that I am not one to be cut out for staying at home full time, but if I honestly feel that this is what the Lord wills for right now, then who am I to say otherwise.  I know that this will all work out in the end the way it should whether or not I work...I just need to learn the work NO.  Maybe that should be resolution number four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a fabulous holiday season...pictures to come soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-8588688258372545352?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/8588688258372545352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=8588688258372545352' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/8588688258372545352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/8588688258372545352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-6534189022860318665</id><published>2008-11-24T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:46:09.360-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>A little Pre-Christmas fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/sweeney4.blogspot.com"&gt;Kristin&lt;/a&gt; tagged everyone in a pre-Christmas tag.  If you read this, consider yourself tagged and share a little about what you enjoy at Christmas time.   Time to get in the spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? Wrapping Paper...I try to keep it simple (one color, one bow)&lt;br /&gt;2. Real tree or Artificial? Unfortunately, artificial per my husband's wishes&lt;br /&gt;3. When do you put up the tree? Usually the first week of Christmas, or when I complain enough for Mike to drag everyone up stairs. &lt;br /&gt;4. When do you take the tree down? January 1st...milk it for all it's worth.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like eggnog? Yep. &lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child? American Girl accessories...I received something every Christmas and now have a little collection for Avery when she's old enough.&lt;br /&gt;7. Hardest person to buy for? Mike...trying to find something that he doesn't think is lame or will laugh at (like the leather coat I bought him last year).&lt;br /&gt;8. Easiest person to buy for? Asher.  Anything with a truck or train and I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you have a nativity scene? Yes, thanks to my mom I get a piece to my Willow set every year.&lt;br /&gt;10. Mail or email Christmas cards?  Mail.  Please send me your addresses!&lt;br /&gt;11.Worst Christmas gift you ever received? Brio Trains as a child (I have no idea why I got them)&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite Christmas Movie?  It's A Wonderful Life&lt;br /&gt;13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? Right after Thanksgiving.  One holiday at a time.&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?  nope. &lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? My mom's fudge.&lt;br /&gt;16. Lights on the tree? Yes, white&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song? O Come, O Come Emmanuel or  O Holy Night&lt;br /&gt;18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? Depends on where the family is...&lt;br /&gt;19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer's? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;20. Angel on the tree top or a star? A star...it was in the sky when Jesus was born (although now that I think about it, so was an angel).&lt;br /&gt;21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? Extended family on Christmas Eve, Santa and immediate family on Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year? Long Lines&lt;br /&gt;23. Favorite ornament theme or color? Silver, Blue&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite for Christmas dinner? My mom's Lasagna on Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;25. What do you want for Christmas this year? A mixer so I can make more pretty cookies (with all my extra time)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-6534189022860318665?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/6534189022860318665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=6534189022860318665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/6534189022860318665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/6534189022860318665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-pre-christmas-fun.html' title='A little Pre-Christmas fun...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-4157271653416573466</id><published>2008-11-24T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:23:58.030-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher stories'/><title type='text'>Has it really been a month???</title><content type='html'>Time flies when you're busy...which is good and bad. I've been slacking on my blogging lately.  Raising babies (or now two toddlers..scary), directing the school play (Snow White), singing at church, and keeping up with normal duties (like my job) have kept me missing from blogosphere.  Wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note...we have appointed Ash as our dinner time prayer person.  I love hearing him pray because it is so trusting and innocent.  This is what last night's prayer consisted of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Asher, can you thank God for our food tonight please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Asher: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(With eyes half way closed) Dear Jesus, Thank you for food and Avy.  Thank you for, ummm...&lt;br /&gt;(opening one eye and looking at me)...Mommy, what do my say now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We love you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Asher:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We wuv you God. Am my done now mommy?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Asher:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No...amen.  Now my done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-4157271653416573466?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/4157271653416573466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=4157271653416573466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/4157271653416573466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/4157271653416573466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/11/has-it-really-been-month.html' title='Has it really been a month???'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-6883397769721224419</id><published>2008-10-21T21:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:42:09.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Who doesn't love the pumpkin farm?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6vA-McZvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/d7rtyy9zxnw/s1600-h/IMG_1431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6vA-McZvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/d7rtyy9zxnw/s320/IMG_1431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259833846045370098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday my sister Janna and I decided to take advantage of the holiday (since we are both teachers) and take the kiddies to the pumpkin farm.  We are trying to start family traditions while the kids are still young and like us...then in the future we can hold it over their head that it is tradition, and therefore they must go.  Nothing like a little guilt trip.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with Janna at The Apple Howler in Kenosha.  It was a pretty good pumpkin farm, but wouldn't recommend picking apples there.  Asher went on a "train" ride, led me through the corn maze, and made his own taffy apple.  Avery had fun toddling around, and making faces whenever we put her in the hay.  She is so prissy!  We also enjoyed a hay ride and, of course, picking out some expensive pumpkins for our front porch.  Now Mike has to carve them...I don't do messy things like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I'll be able to guilt them into doing this in the future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6s8TP6TII/AAAAAAAAAJA/8G-tHBVOy8s/s1600-h/IMG_1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6s8TP6TII/AAAAAAAAAJA/8G-tHBVOy8s/s320/IMG_1443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259831566774455426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery obviously didn't get the memo that the pumpkin is bigger than she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6tYhyBPII/AAAAAAAAAJI/QGBdpDUJr1k/s1600-h/IMG_1481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6tYhyBPII/AAAAAAAAAJI/QGBdpDUJr1k/s320/IMG_1481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259832051711949954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be fall without a tractor ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6t1u_eRAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SAVORTvF1UA/s1600-h/IMG_1463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6t1u_eRAI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/SAVORTvF1UA/s320/IMG_1463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259832553474245634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or a kiddie corn maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6uQxTIZPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/r-eeDU8fVuE/s1600-h/IMG_1445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6uQxTIZPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/r-eeDU8fVuE/s320/IMG_1445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259833017950037234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love Auntie!  Thanks for going with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6uraLxPpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/P47rksqXRuI/s1600-h/IMG_1450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6uraLxPpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/P47rksqXRuI/s320/IMG_1450.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259833475601612434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-6883397769721224419?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/6883397769721224419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=6883397769721224419' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/6883397769721224419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/6883397769721224419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-doesnt-love-pumpkin-farm.html' title='Who doesn&apos;t love the pumpkin farm?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6vA-McZvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/d7rtyy9zxnw/s72-c/IMG_1431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-2601186472044287690</id><published>2008-10-21T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T06:57:08.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>It's Fall!</title><content type='html'>Fall is by far my favorite time of the year.  I love the weather changing and all the fun that comes with that...the colors are spectacular and it's football season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of Ash and Ave from the last few weeks taken by Rowie...she does such a great job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backyard fun...playing football with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP3fQzUBD3I/AAAAAAAAAIU/QZioAzvSsrc/s1600-h/Fall+Time+Asher+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP3fQzUBD3I/AAAAAAAAAIU/QZioAzvSsrc/s320/Fall+Time+Asher+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259605419583672178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't LOVE fall coats?  I had to buy Ave a cute one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP3fcqnI95I/AAAAAAAAAIc/yPNml1j5ssM/s1600-h/Avys+Cute+Coat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP3fcqnI95I/AAAAAAAAAIc/yPNml1j5ssM/s320/Avys+Cute+Coat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259605623406393234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-2601186472044287690?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/2601186472044287690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=2601186472044287690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/2601186472044287690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/2601186472044287690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-fall.html' title='It&apos;s Fall!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP3fQzUBD3I/AAAAAAAAAIU/QZioAzvSsrc/s72-c/Fall+Time+Asher+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-875733301413918722</id><published>2008-10-15T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:17:37.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Thankful Mommy</title><content type='html'>Some days while at work, I take the time during lunch to eat at my desk and catch up on some of the many blogs I love to read.  I decided I would look at Bring The Rain (look on the side, I don't know how to link yet!) and saw that October 15th is a day to remember all the babies that have been lost whether to miscarriage or any other reason.  I decided I would start to read through the many (over a 1000) comments left by women, and it struck me.  I am amazingly blessed.  Granted, it is something I have always known...I have only had two pregnancies and both babies are here for us to love...I have never once planned a pregnancy and had problems getting pregnant (I've never even planned a pregnancy now that I think about it).  Sure, they are not at the time that I would have thought was ideal, but we were blessed with them.  I am so very grateful that I have not had to personally experience the loss of my child.  For all those that have, I will pray for you today and even after.  You are all much stronger then I could ever be. For all of us mothers or fathers, I hope that we will love the children we have to pieces and raise them to be thankful for the breath that God has given them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this website for more info: www.October15th.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-875733301413918722?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/875733301413918722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=875733301413918722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/875733301413918722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/875733301413918722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/10/thankful-mommy.html' title='Thankful Mommy'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-230793813257452091</id><published>2008-09-23T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:45:10.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>A little bit of thanks...</title><content type='html'>Often, I don't take the time to thank my family and friends for just being them...for being encouraging, and letting me talk (often with no point). I think I'm going to pick out a friend each month that has blessed me and is making a difference in my life.  Thankfully there are many that I can count on. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take this time (and space) to encourage a fellow blogger.  Kristin over at &lt;a href="chicagomommas1st.blogspot.com"&gt;Chicagomommas1st.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; has become such a great friend within the last six months.  I got to know her through my husband.  They both attended DePaul together and met while serving on worship team at The Well.  Long story short, our husbands are good friends, and therefore we were forced to hang out. :)  It wasn't until they moved up here in November that we began to really spend time together.  She was my go to person this summer when I was bored and just when I wanted to have fun!  She is also my sitter, which brings me such piece of mind, considering she is more organized and tightly wound about some things than I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Kristin, thanks for being a great friend, for always having something fun to say, and being an amazing sitter.  We are so blessed to have you as part of our "family."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-230793813257452091?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/230793813257452091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=230793813257452091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/230793813257452091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/230793813257452091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-bit-of-thanks.html' title='A little bit of thanks...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-8707174609526952428</id><published>2008-09-12T13:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:52:18.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>"How can I keep from singing His praise..."</title><content type='html'>All throughout the last two days at work this song has been in my head without stop.  I had the opportunity of participating some amazing worship this weekend that really revived me.  It started with church on worship team, went to participating in the first choir potluck, and ended with going to Encounter.  For those of you who don't know, Encounter is a "rocked-out" worship concert that uses people from area churches to put it on.  Mike played in it last time and had such a blast...and I had fun being the wife of the cute piano player in the band.  I love leading worship, but I don't feel like I get to sit and worship as often I would love.  I walked into the auditorium and had a wonderful time praising God for everything He is and does.  I was loving every second of it.  How can I keep from singing His praise?  I hope that all of you have the chance to worship and sing to God sometime soon...it is an amazing experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-8707174609526952428?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/8707174609526952428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=8707174609526952428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/8707174609526952428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/8707174609526952428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-can-i-keep-from-singing-his-praise.html' title='&quot;How can I keep from singing His praise...&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-332348341621248421</id><published>2008-09-09T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:03:40.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>So it has been a while since I've been on here.  I've been reading other people's blogs and just trying to adapt to being back at work.  Things are thankfully going well thanks to my wonderful husband helping with the household duties, my wonderful sitters (Emily and Kristin) for giving me peace of mind while I'm at work, and DVR for taping my soap.  Okay, I suppose I could go without the last one, and I probably should not have even admitted that I watch one but oh well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would update a few things that Asher has told me lately that were oh so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When I got home from work on Friday night, my back hurt, and he nicely came up to me and rubbed it saying "It's okay sweetheart.  You okay sweetheart."  So cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-After putting on my shoes for church on Sunday, he looked at me very taken aback and told me "Wow, mommy, those are BEAUTIFUL shoes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Finally, while praying at dinner, he said "Dear Jesus, Thank you for food.  Thank you for Avey.  I wuv you. Amen."  It melts my heart to hear him pray!  What a sweet boy.  he is going to back a great husband one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, Avery is walking/falling so much better everyday and now has two molars.  Poor thing, teething was not easy! Here is a picture of her in the middle of teething...she always has a drool ring. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SMc4zzgC-GI/AAAAAAAAAIE/m9Mja4THzQw/s1600-h/IMG_1277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SMc4zzgC-GI/AAAAAAAAAIE/m9Mja4THzQw/s320/IMG_1277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244222753745336418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-332348341621248421?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/332348341621248421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=332348341621248421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/332348341621248421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/332348341621248421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SMc4zzgC-GI/AAAAAAAAAIE/m9Mja4THzQw/s72-c/IMG_1277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-8501114127759326653</id><published>2008-08-23T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T08:43:12.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the schedules start...</title><content type='html'>I have mixed feelings about going back to school this year.  We need the income, but I was so incredibly spoiled being home all summer long.  I had a clean house, good meals cooked, and quality children time.  But the time has come for school to start again.  Part of me is glad.  I love structure and schedules.  I am a stickler for them and operate so much better knowing what my time frame for the day is.  Me and the hubster sat down and scheduled our chores in the calender as well as when to work out...we are both working on that one. I just email Kristin my schedule for the kids since she will be watching them part-time.  I wrote lists of my meals and what I need for the store.  I was in schedule bliss this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a few loose ends and am feeling a bit overwhelmed at everything that needs to be done over the next months and seasons, but I know it will get done in a timely and orderly manner (thanks to my schedule).  I wasn't able to finish all my projects for the summer...the basement is still a mess, my rooms didn't get painted, and everything is not in perfect order...but I know that my kids had fun with me home and I enjoyed every minute making memories with them, unscheduled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy back to school everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-8501114127759326653?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/8501114127759326653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=8501114127759326653' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/8501114127759326653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/8501114127759326653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-schedules-start.html' title='And the schedules start...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-7560862001723748889</id><published>2008-08-14T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T19:17:58.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Say Wha???</title><content type='html'>So I was talking to my darling hubby last night while watching the Olympics (which are amazing to watch and make me feel like I should have stayed with Synchronized Swimming.  Why is THAT not on TV? :)).  Sorry very long side note.  If you know me, you know that is oh so normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was talking to my darling hubby last night while watching the Olympics about how I am sarcastic.  Seriously, I am trying to work on this problem.  I could not make it through a routine (it was gymnastics) without making a comment.  I mean, really, the intense pressure on these people makes me SO nervous that I am like a child again...covering my eyes in the movie part that I was not supposed to watch but secretly looking through the cracks in my fingers.  We have all done it.  Not you, you say?  Then certainly you looked between your elbow and the floor to watch who's shoes were going by while you played Heads Up Seven Up.  Now that I have proven my point that we all cheat through the cracks, or at least that I do and have no dignity left, I was nervous watching last night and when I'm nervous I ramble and when I ramble I am sarcastic!  Okay, sorry for the rambling.  See what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we started talking about this because I mentioned how I felt like reading my blog is like reading an essay written by a high schooler at times.  I am short, to the point, and not always myself.  Therefore, I have decided to erase all the blogs that I have previously written and start over.  Okay, if you are looking down to see if they are still there, I was just kidding.  Who has the time for that?  To make a long story short, if you read my blog after this post and it is a big sarcastic or boring (because I can be that too :)), I"m sorry.  However, I would hate to disappoint all those that flock to my blog daily (all one, and I only update like once a week tops) by letting them think that my life is as boring as my blogs. Really, it is, but that is okay. I love it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a mom, I have decided that I want to keep a funny little list of random things that my kids say.  I want to be able to remember them or look back and laugh my head off at how darn stinking cute they were (or weren't).  I am thinking that I will carry around a little notebook or email them to myself and compile them somewhere.  I can already think of so many that I have probably missed and won't get back.  Here are a few that may (or may not) be making the book.  Okay, I lie, they will all be there and it will be a thousand pages long.  I write big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher (obviously, Avery can't really talk):  Mommy, look out my nono.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Look out your window?  Can you say window? WINDOW?&lt;br /&gt;Asher (disgusted): Mommy, me can't say that word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher to Auntie Janna while they were going up on the Wizzer, a roller coaster at G.A.:&lt;br /&gt;Auntie, you is going to like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher to me: Mommy, you understand?  You understand what I am saying?  (where did he learn that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher to someone (name withheld) after they passed gas: (name), you pooped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher to me in the car: Mommy, this a Jesus song.  me like Jesus music please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher when he messed up: Oh crap, I mean oh dear.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher to me when I asked him to do something: Say what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Olympics: go SA go SA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come later. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-7560862001723748889?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/7560862001723748889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=7560862001723748889' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/7560862001723748889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/7560862001723748889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/08/say-wha.html' title='Say Wha???'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-3582703117246924347</id><published>2008-08-12T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:27:03.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avery'/><title type='text'>Time flies when you're turning ONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKJGZFlSejI/AAAAAAAAAH4/0b6ootkGkdY/s1600-h/IMG_1097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKJGZFlSejI/AAAAAAAAAH4/0b6ootkGkdY/s320/IMG_1097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233823113767189042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day has come that I officially have two toddlers in the house.  Avery turned one on Saturday the 9th.  We had a fun day hanging out with just our family and then cake and a few presents at my in-laws that night.  We are having a rather large family party on Sunday which will be lots of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little girl has grown so much (okay, not really) this past year.  She is still on the tiny side for being one, but she was a peanut at 6 pounds 9 ounces, 19" when she was born.  She was an extremely easy labor too, which carried over into her entire personality.  I can still remember going into labor last year a day before my due date while dancing around to Backyardigans with Asher sick on the couch.  It was 11:00 at night and the dancing made my water break.  I never went into labor with Asher, just had my water break, so it was expected that I would be put on pitocin with Avery since the same thing happened again.  She was a quick five hour labor with only ONE push!  Daddy barely made it into the room because she came so quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naming her was a whole other story.  Mike and I each had our own names picked out.  I wanted Lillian (Lilly) and Mike wanted Lauren or Callie.  We knew that her middle name was going to be Jane after Mike's Mom.  Asher's middle name is David after my Dad, so it was Mike's turn for a family name.  Plus, I always have liked the name.  We were told she had to be named by 1:00 on Saturday for it to be on the birth certificate, so we were under a deadline.  The same thing happened with Asher.  He was so many different names in three days!  Adrienne helped us read down through the baby books and websites trying to find one.  All three of the names Mike and I had picked just did not look like her.  We liked several names, but the meanings just did not fit.  Avery was a name my sister and I had discussed and liked.  We found that it meant elf-like warrior, which was not what I wanted a little girl's name to be.  However, at the last second Adge found that it means Noble for a girl.  Thank goodness! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that we had our little ones so close together after all. They are great buddies at times, and Asher is learning how to be compassionate to others.  Avery is so easy going and loving.  She is always smiling, which is what everyone comments about when they see her.  Her entire face lights up.  She is a mommy's girl, which makes me happy after having a daddy's boy!  I am very grateful of the gift of a little girl that God has entrusted in me. Watching her grow and learn so many things brings such a joy to my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today...Avery can say:&lt;br /&gt;Mama, Dada, Ash, Asher, Baba, Dat (that), Mo (More), Hi, and yes...not bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't walk yet! Oh well, I've learned not to push that because then I have to chase her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's grown too.  Currently, she is 16 pounds, 6 ounces (1% average), 28 inches (13%).  We are tiny, but that is okay.  She's growing which is all that matters.  Here are a few of my favorite Avery pictures from her first year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after she was born on August 9th, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKJC04s_CkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IsnFL86tYUc/s1600-h/IMG_2994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKJC04s_CkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IsnFL86tYUc/s320/IMG_2994.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233819193299634754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time meeting Lolli (my mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKJDOpzaspI/AAAAAAAAAG4/nBAUspIfb2A/s1600-h/IMG_3041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKJDOpzaspI/AAAAAAAAAG4/nBAUspIfb2A/s320/IMG_3041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233819635976680082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quality Auntie time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKJDe1wMbNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/K-70j1VQkIY/s1600-h/IMG_3185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKJDe1wMbNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/K-70j1VQkIY/s320/IMG_3185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233819914062294226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING ends up in this child's mouth.  It is a true test of babyproofing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKJEB_df6_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/aj9jAclt5sw/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKJEB_df6_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/aj9jAclt5sw/s320/IMG_0041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233820517963656178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilling on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKJEkGZYJxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PUKMqgHKba8/s1600-h/IMG_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKJEkGZYJxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PUKMqgHKba8/s320/IMG_0278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233821103940970258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Birthday Fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKJFYICy4DI/AAAAAAAAAHo/hGNWTrin_CE/s1600-h/IMG_1083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKJFYICy4DI/AAAAAAAAAHo/hGNWTrin_CE/s320/IMG_1083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233821997736321074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKJFLi1Y4lI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QJl8VGsbOR0/s1600-h/IMG_1078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKJFLi1Y4lI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QJl8VGsbOR0/s320/IMG_1078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233821781589549650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKJE74emTlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/RTKyPRyj30U/s1600-h/IMG_1075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKJE74emTlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/RTKyPRyj30U/s320/IMG_1075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233821512521633362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-3582703117246924347?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/3582703117246924347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=3582703117246924347' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/3582703117246924347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/3582703117246924347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-flies-when-youre-turning-one.html' title='Time flies when you&apos;re turning ONE!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKJGZFlSejI/AAAAAAAAAH4/0b6ootkGkdY/s72-c/IMG_1097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-1092184910947499572</id><published>2008-08-12T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:44:25.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Fun in the Sun...More Picture Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKI8R2K68UI/AAAAAAAAAGg/f7ZlEY4lTxE/s1600-h/IMG_0926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKI8R2K68UI/AAAAAAAAAGg/f7ZlEY4lTxE/s320/IMG_0926.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233811994254700866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a busy busy busy month of July.  I love that month because everyone is in full summer fun.  It also helps that it is my birthday month which means PRESENTS.  Who doesn't love their birthday month?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great 4th of July...which should have been posted long long ago.  I know, slacker stay at home summer mom gets nothing done.  Sorry people.  My in-laws live right on the parade route so we always have perfect seats for the Vernon Hills parade every year.  We started our festivities on the 3rd with me and Mike going to the Taste of Chicago and then watching fireworks on our friend's boat.  We honestly thought we were going to get killed at the Taste.  That is a blog for a later date I suppose when I finally have my will in place.  Probably should get to work on that one.  Let's just say while we were there, we did not move a one point for 20 minutes, saw a fight that involved a good 50 people, and almost were trampled my a mob of people running from what we found out later was a shooting right by US.  I'm good on the Taste for a few years I suppose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here a few pictures from the fourth.  By the end Asher looked incredibly patriotic with all his stickers.  If only he could vote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKI4hA_WVUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/z8xYU3KTS9A/s1600-h/IMG_0680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKI4hA_WVUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/z8xYU3KTS9A/s320/IMG_0680.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233807856810480962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Target and got a Slip n' Slide and baby pool and all proceeded to have water fights...all of us over the age of 19 that is!  We're all kids at heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKI5l3jJkXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Fbj3ZXPY_5g/s1600-h/IMG_0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKI5l3jJkXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Fbj3ZXPY_5g/s320/IMG_0699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233809039687258482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKI5REFm3pI/AAAAAAAAAFo/l487ajl_pQw/s1600-h/IMG_0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKI5REFm3pI/AAAAAAAAAFo/l487ajl_pQw/s320/IMG_0717.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233808682275757714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent some quality time with my best friend (and PREGNANT, Yeah) Emily from Florida..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKI6DvOk9NI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rTgy5aj_iEg/s1600-h/IMG_0913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKI6DvOk9NI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rTgy5aj_iEg/s320/IMG_0913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233809552849564882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chilled with Adrienne, the best haircutting horn playing summer babysitting friend that a girl could ask for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKI6nOH4FyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/N4GfRy3quPU/s1600-h/IMG_0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKI6nOH4FyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/N4GfRy3quPU/s320/IMG_0918.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233810162438379298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And went to the Lake County Fair with Kristin, Aubrey, and Mr. Bartholomew.  Asher is obsessed with our friend Kristin, which is good since she is going to help us out with babysitting next year.  The Fair was fun.  We saw our first tractor pull (which was loud, smokey, dirty, and kind of weird) and my first rodeo (which did NOT have bull riding.  Come on people, I want crazy bulls not crazy HORSES). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKI7xnLgRYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ber3W6a7ALY/s1600-h/IMG_0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKI7xnLgRYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Ber3W6a7ALY/s320/IMG_0982.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233811440474801538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKI7gZzgPkI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0MtIVdOgol8/s1600-h/IMG_0986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKI7gZzgPkI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0MtIVdOgol8/s320/IMG_0986.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233811144826699330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKI7TcO8brI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aYAl_aPmMcI/s1600-h/IMG_0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKI7TcO8brI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aYAl_aPmMcI/s320/IMG_0985.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233810922140364466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep the pictures coming.  I have several other events to post before SCHOOL STARTS!  Boo. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-1092184910947499572?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/1092184910947499572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=1092184910947499572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/1092184910947499572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/1092184910947499572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-in-sunmore-picture-updates.html' title='Fun in the Sun...More Picture Updates'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SKI8R2K68UI/AAAAAAAAAGg/f7ZlEY4lTxE/s72-c/IMG_0926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-233850824827528865</id><published>2008-07-23T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:15:58.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Summer update in pictures</title><content type='html'>Happi over at The Berger Buzz gave a picture update of all their summer happenings.  Since I am so random at blogging, I thought I too would do the same.  Really, I just am not as creative as her and steal everyone's ideas...oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fantastic time at the Milwaukee Zoo with Auntie Janna.  She even took Ash on their yearly camel ride...Here is one big backside (the camel's that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SIgBPgxEfII/AAAAAAAAAEw/tnZpyJ8xR30/s1600-h/IMG_0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SIgBPgxEfII/AAAAAAAAAEw/tnZpyJ8xR30/s320/IMG_0605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226428733568875650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SIgBf-vyHVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/fY0m1AQjm7c/s1600-h/IMG_0633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SIgBf-vyHVI/AAAAAAAAAE4/fY0m1AQjm7c/s320/IMG_0633.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226429016494447954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended my cousin's wedding in Georgia where I sang and Mike walked babies around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SIgCIHJSd2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/AkOS0TJDzD0/s1600-h/IMG_0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SIgCIHJSd2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/AkOS0TJDzD0/s320/IMG_0394.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226429705943676770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also danced the night away (and Avery fell asleep).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SIgCm_gZx-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pz5hFZbZLYs/s1600-h/IMG_0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SIgCm_gZx-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Pz5hFZbZLYs/s320/IMG_0441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226430236469086178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle T baptized me and my little sister Jessa in the pool at Howard Johnsons. I know, interesting place to have it.  My Granny got very creative to make it happen!  Something I should have done a long time ago.  It was great to have someone close to me do it though.  Don't worry, he's a pastor, so it is official. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SIgDMwhiCrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZSeKHsTpAU4/s1600-h/IMG_0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SIgDMwhiCrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZSeKHsTpAU4/s320/IMG_0463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226430885282319026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to our first movie with my friend Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SIgDvKTRNdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1qcerJr1Bdc/s1600-h/IMG_0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SIgDvKTRNdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1qcerJr1Bdc/s320/IMG_0819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226431476317369810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOO much more happened.  I will post more pictures and bring us into July on the next post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping children means I should be sleeping too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-233850824827528865?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/233850824827528865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=233850824827528865' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/233850824827528865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/233850824827528865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-update-in-pictures.html' title='Summer update in pictures'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SIgBPgxEfII/AAAAAAAAAEw/tnZpyJ8xR30/s72-c/IMG_0605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-4788831950684349147</id><published>2008-07-23T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:16:02.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the family...</title><content type='html'>For all those out there that read my blog (all two of you), I thought I should introduce you to my family.  You've already been introduced to my two kiddos, Ash and Ave, but I've also talked about the bottom 5...siblings that is.  I have an older sis (shout out to Janna...I'm so hip, aren't I) who is in the upper 2 perfect children with me.  When I was ten, my parents started the second half...or the little kids (Jaime (15), John (12), Josiah (11), Jessa (9), and Josh (5)) Looking back, I may not have always loved having such little brothers and sisters. When is it cool for your nine month pregnant mom to pick up you and your date for homecoming?  But it was fun to be a junior in college with a newborn brother.  I am grateful that Asher can relate so well the little kids, especially since Josh is only two years older than him.  I count it a privilege to have such a big family.  I love the chaos (perhaps naming us all with a J helped that), never really being bored, and the craziness that comes with a big family. Now that my mom is most likely falling over if she is reading this...here are a few pictures from our time out in Michigan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher and Uncle Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SIf-UwFNlVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oCjJZxRYFDs/s1600-h/IMG_0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SIf-UwFNlVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oCjJZxRYFDs/s320/IMG_0337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226425525044352338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessa and her Asian mini-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SIf-xZLuf0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/LdljfX_ohrg/s1600-h/IMG_0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SIf-xZLuf0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/LdljfX_ohrg/s320/IMG_0833.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226426017113866050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaime and Avery at the zoo...she can relate to the stares people used to give me at her age when I would have to do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SIf_NWcBd9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/caAmE815L2A/s1600-h/IMG_0882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SIf_NWcBd9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/caAmE815L2A/s320/IMG_0882.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226426497413248978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Toledo Zoo was great (but 98 degrees!)..they had these random little statues of animals everywhere.  My family of course hops on all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SIf_mrCbF4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/F1pTHhyMhYs/s1600-h/IMG_0888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SIf_mrCbF4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/F1pTHhyMhYs/s320/IMG_0888.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226426932439750530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-4788831950684349147?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/4788831950684349147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=4788831950684349147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/4788831950684349147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/4788831950684349147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/07/meet-family.html' title='Meet the family...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SIf-UwFNlVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/oCjJZxRYFDs/s72-c/IMG_0337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-3449709142464390070</id><published>2008-07-17T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T08:35:04.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher stories'/><title type='text'>Bed Sharing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;is never fun with a toddler!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, this week I was out watching the little kids for my parents.  I say little, but they are 5-15..not so little anymore.  We had a GREAT time "family bonding" by going to the park and zoo.  Most importantly, there is someone always here to entertain Asher in the basement of toys!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All week long I've had to share a bed with Asher.  Avery sleeps in my parents' bathroom whenever we are here because it is massive!  Seriously, bigger than some of my bedrooms growing up.  Who needs that much space to do those things!  Anyway, Asher and I had the joy of sharing a bed.  I have had the joy of being kicked in the face every night this far.  Oh, he snores too.  I would hate to leave that out!  But, even if he lies sideways over both our pillows the entire night, I can't complain.  How many more times am I going to have the opportunity to snuggle with my favorite two year old every night for a week?  I value these moments because we all know they aren't going to last forever...even if it means I have a soggy slobbered on pillow in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-3449709142464390070?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/3449709142464390070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=3449709142464390070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/3449709142464390070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/3449709142464390070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/07/bed-sharing.html' title='Bed Sharing...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-7502097380314942351</id><published>2008-07-16T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:34:56.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Fun'/><title type='text'>Birthday Fun</title><content type='html'>So today was my birthday...and I found that I was quite surprised about several things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. I'm not really enjoying them as much as I get older. &lt;/strong&gt; It was fun when the milestones were 16, 18, 21. But now that my next milestone is 30 (in four years), it isn't as much fun.  I wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Facebook is a wonderful thing! &lt;/strong&gt; I was surprised how many people wished me happy birthday on facebook.  Isn't it great when you have something to remind you of someone's birthday?  Thanks everyone! Now I have no reason to forget theirs either though.  Need to work on that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.  I have the BEST little brothers.&lt;/strong&gt;  I am watching my 5 younger siblings while my parents are out of town.  When I walked in this morning, they all sang happy birhtday.  Much to my suprise tonight, they made me their version of my dad's homemade milkshakes that I love!  Pretty good for a 13 and 11 year old! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.  My husband is so sweet...&lt;/strong&gt;okay, already knew this one...but remembering flowers when he wasn't there was nice.  Thanks honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. I really do love birthday traditions.  &lt;/strong&gt; Ever since we were little, my family from the south has called and sung happy birthday over the phone.  They never fail, even when I'm turning 26 and am not the youngest cousin anymore (by far). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. I'm officially missing my younger body! &lt;/strong&gt; Things do not look the same as they did before children.  I miss being skinny!  I'm officially on the get skinny by my husband's ten year reunion.  I've already threaten that if I get back to my size 4's from before Asher that I am never having another child.  We can ADOPT! :) Any tips from people who have lost baby weight...anyone needing a partner to cry with when you just want to eat chocolate?  Give me a call! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-7502097380314942351?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/7502097380314942351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=7502097380314942351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/7502097380314942351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/7502097380314942351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/07/birthday-fun.html' title='Birthday Fun'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-9063481492851083921</id><published>2008-07-06T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T12:32:54.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asher stories'/><title type='text'>Don't you just LOVE GPS?</title><content type='html'>I will be the first to admit that I am horrible at directions.  Thankfully I have a built in GPS system named Asher.  He has the way to places memorized and will quickly tell which way to go.  I'm actually quite impressed that a two year old can get me to my in-laws house which is 25 minutes a way.  Often I hear..."not that way mommy" or "green means go mommy."  Just wait until he has his permit...I'm going to give it to him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher is obsessed with "monster trucks" lately.  He finds them a says in a very manly voice "woh mommy, monster truck.."  It is really quite cute.  However today, I was telling him to look out his window for some.  He said that he was looking out his "nonow" (window) for one.  I didn't really understand what he was saying, so I asked him to repeat it.  He said to me quite seriously (and very cutely), "Mommy, me not know how to say that word."  At least he is honest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-9063481492851083921?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/9063481492851083921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=9063481492851083921' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/9063481492851083921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/9063481492851083921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-you-just-love-gps.html' title='Don&apos;t you just LOVE GPS?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-1094574768336346344</id><published>2008-06-26T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:16:08.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's amazing what some floaties can do...</title><content type='html'>I am a swimmer. I love to swim (minus the bathing suit part).  Before I could walk, my mom would drop me off the diving board in swim lessons, and I would swim back to the side (and no, I didn't walk at 5).  To press the point further, my mom made me follow in her footsteps and do something that is great to watch on tape (for everyone but ME).  I was a synchronized swimmer.  Maybe I'll post of a tape of me in the early days when I look like I was half drowning.  Oh, you may mock the sport, but it is HARD people!  I suppose I was okay at it since I went to competitions in several different states.  But, really, I'm not bragging.  I will actually be hanging my head in shame the next time I see anyone who I know reads this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is why I insisted that we do swim lessons with Asher.  I'm doing a parent/tot swim at the park district pool.  We had a lot of fun at our first lessons, doing "Wheels on the Bus," playing with duckies, and getting each other wet with big cups.  But you can't leave a two year old's side in the pool...and even with swim lessons, they still can't swim alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we invested in floaties.  Like any bad parent, I valued my vacation time in the pool and let my child cheat just for a few days. Trust me, I'm dreading swim lessons on Saturday when he finds out he can't wear his "besial best" (special vest) and his "foaties" (floaties) to hold him up.  Which stinks, because he was EVERYWHERE in that pool and didn't need any help at all.  Oh well, he needs to learn to swim b/c you can't use floaties when you're twenty-five (plus, the chicks don't really dig it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher before his first swim lesson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SGRcYZsTlVI/AAAAAAAAADo/vjLc5co96N8/s1600-h/IMG_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SGRcYZsTlVI/AAAAAAAAADo/vjLc5co96N8/s200/IMG_0229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216395842685211986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swim lessons (we're the little speck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SGRc27Jq6gI/AAAAAAAAADw/S1vsQ1IqL8E/s1600-h/IMG_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SGRc27Jq6gI/AAAAAAAAADw/S1vsQ1IqL8E/s200/IMG_0239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216396367062821378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On VACATION...the easy way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SGRdj95dqzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/j2KVIgN7Pbo/s1600-h/IMG_0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SGRdj95dqzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/j2KVIgN7Pbo/s200/IMG_0316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216397140894264114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SGRdRaNJ3xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wZyjVNScO6E/s1600-h/IMG_0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SGRdRaNJ3xI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wZyjVNScO6E/s200/IMG_0322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216396822075531026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery has the right idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SGRd7vvul8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/nsb9kiBmLOs/s1600-h/IMG_0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SGRd7vvul8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/nsb9kiBmLOs/s200/IMG_0313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216397549412194242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-1094574768336346344?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/1094574768336346344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=1094574768336346344' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/1094574768336346344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/1094574768336346344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-amazing-what-some-floaties-can-do.html' title='It&apos;s amazing what some floaties can do...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SGRcYZsTlVI/AAAAAAAAADo/vjLc5co96N8/s72-c/IMG_0229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-7660637338737796981</id><published>2008-06-24T21:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:30:50.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Actually completing a tag...</title><content type='html'>So I was tagged by Happi at The Berger Buzz.  I'm supposed to pick the book closest to me up, turn it to page 123 and read the fifth sentence.  After that, I'm supposed to type the next three sentences...but the closest book is a picture book with all of 28 pages.  So, I'm reaching a little further for a "grown up book."  Luckily I'm past page 123, so I won't spoil it (even though if you know me well, you know that I ALWAYS read the endings of book b/c I hate to not know what is happening and I have NO self-control at times).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ron was out of prison and back in Ada. When his mother died in August 1985, he was in jail awaiting a competency hearing and staring at two more years in prison.  Annette and Renee reluctantly sold the small house where they had grown up.  When Ron was paroled from prison in 1986, he had no where to live.  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From John Grisham's "The Innocent Man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HIGHLY recommend this book if you are interested in the legal system at all.  I'm half way through it and can hardly believe that it is a true story.  It really makes you think about how our country handles crime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also reading "Getting Things Done" by David Allen...it's a great self-help book.  We all know I need all the help I can get!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm always reading the Bible. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I tag anyone reading this...since I"m still building my blogging friend list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-7660637338737796981?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/7660637338737796981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=7660637338737796981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/7660637338737796981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/7660637338737796981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/06/actually-completing-tag.html' title='Actually completing a tag...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-6196555662416664120</id><published>2008-06-24T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:16:13.313-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Summer FUN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SGHEYrEjF9I/AAAAAAAAADA/IUtwY5Eiaac/s1600-h/IMG_0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SGHEYrEjF9I/AAAAAAAAADA/IUtwY5Eiaac/s200/IMG_0374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215665771629451218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SGHEJKfVmvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iwvMY_2eJVQ/s1600-h/IMG_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SGHEJKfVmvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iwvMY_2eJVQ/s200/IMG_0305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215665505185405682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have been MIA in the blog world lately.  One of my summer resolutions is to work on this since I am home for most of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was crazy at the end of the year, and then we went on a vacation as a family.  We had sooo much fun.  We haven't been anywhere as a family since I was pregnant with Ash.  We loaded up the car and headed to the south to visit my family.  For those of you who do not know, I am a southern girl at heart.  I was born in Nashville, and my entire family is from Georgia, Alabama, and North Carolina.  My parents moved us up here when I was little for my dad's job...but I can still go back into my southern drawl when necessary!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way the trip went, we had to drive...with both the kids!  I was very nervous, but they did a great job.  Whoever invented a portable DVD player is a genius...(oh, and the pacifier guy too). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove a total of 2200 miles on the highway, 30 hours, 4 different days. First we visited my dad's side of the family in Alabama for the weekend.  We then drove to my parents' place in Panama City Beach, FL and hung out with them.  Finally, we went to northern Georgia for my cousins wedding. (Scary thought that he is married).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting pictures over the next couple of days with stories.  Hope you are having a fabulous summer...I'm just glad it isn't as hot here as it is in the south! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-6196555662416664120?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/6196555662416664120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=6196555662416664120' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/6196555662416664120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/6196555662416664120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-fun.html' title='Summer FUN!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SGHEYrEjF9I/AAAAAAAAADA/IUtwY5Eiaac/s72-c/IMG_0374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-5831742276937564593</id><published>2008-05-26T20:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:16:19.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I found my camera...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SDt-VlCisHI/AAAAAAAAACw/IKTLvipo4tI/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SDt-VlCisHI/AAAAAAAAACw/IKTLvipo4tI/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204892703541866610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SDt9vVCisGI/AAAAAAAAACo/AIrRmJPGlVU/s1600-h/IMG_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SDt9vVCisGI/AAAAAAAAACo/AIrRmJPGlVU/s320/IMG_0133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204892046411870306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SDt9bFCisFI/AAAAAAAAACg/mwY0psqfvyM/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SDt9bFCisFI/AAAAAAAAACg/mwY0psqfvyM/s320/IMG_0060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204891698519519314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Mother's Day, my husband bought me a new camera!  He knows that I have been wanting a camera that actually fits in my purse so I can take it everywhere.  I haven't been giving Avery much camera time, and I was wanting one to improve on that.  He used his gift cards to Best Buy for Christmas to pay for half of it.  What a selfless giver!  He is so thoughtful and caring and constantly impresses me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had "lost" my camera for a week.  After crying over it and worrying, I finally gave up on finding it.  While I was cleaning out the laundry room, I was praying that I would find it...AND I DID!!!  Here are a few pictures off it from the last few weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-5831742276937564593?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/5831742276937564593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=5831742276937564593' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/5831742276937564593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/5831742276937564593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-i-found-my-camera.html' title='And I found my camera...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SDt-VlCisHI/AAAAAAAAACw/IKTLvipo4tI/s72-c/IMG_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-969214396213832880</id><published>2008-05-21T11:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T11:42:14.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!</title><content type='html'>Does anyone know how to do fun things to your blog?  Several of you have very impressive blogs, and I want one!  I sound like a child, I know.  But PLEASE, can you help me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-969214396213832880?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/969214396213832880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=969214396213832880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/969214396213832880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/969214396213832880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/05/help.html' title='HELP!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-2681603562661257735</id><published>2008-05-14T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:17:05.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My son is a poser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SCusUgQIiWI/AAAAAAAAACE/z0A8W_jp-SY/s1600-h/IMG_3422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SCusUgQIiWI/AAAAAAAAACE/z0A8W_jp-SY/s320/IMG_3422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200439662984333666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SCusAAQIiVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NnQI8XQTk90/s1600-h/IMG_3427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SCusAAQIiVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NnQI8XQTk90/s320/IMG_3427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200439310797015378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SCurpQQIiUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kF1_ZTJwG_8/s1600-h/IMG_3414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SCurpQQIiUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/kF1_ZTJwG_8/s320/IMG_3414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200438919954991426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so that does not sound great...but it's the truth really.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher loves to pose!  He sets pictures up and then "approves" them after they are taken.  If it isn't perfect, it is necessary to redo the picture.  So he's a perfectionist like his mama.  I can't blame him! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few examples of his many many pictures...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-2681603562661257735?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/2681603562661257735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=2681603562661257735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/2681603562661257735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/2681603562661257735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-son-is-poser.html' title='My son is a poser'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SCusUgQIiWI/AAAAAAAAACE/z0A8W_jp-SY/s72-c/IMG_3422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-7563470490809719959</id><published>2008-05-08T10:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T10:35:39.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childcare Update</title><content type='html'>Deb has two spots left for my kids...which is such a relief.  Thanks to anyone who prayed it would work out! We are going over on Tuesday to talk specifics with her and her family.  Mike is meeting her for the first time with Asher.  Have a fabulous day everyone!  I'm all caffined up so life is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-7563470490809719959?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/7563470490809719959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=7563470490809719959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/7563470490809719959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/7563470490809719959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/05/childcare-update.html' title='Childcare Update'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-4978699442027381222</id><published>2008-05-08T00:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T00:17:41.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childcare'/><title type='text'>Anxiety</title><content type='html'>It is 2:06 a.m. and I am blogging.  What is wrong with this picture?  I am not a person who is a night owl, and I know this is going to catch up with me in the morning.  However, I am up and I am anxious.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate not knowing what the future holds.  I am a planner, organizer, and "freaker-outer."  When all is said and done, I am horrible at doing what Psalm 46:10 says: &lt;br /&gt;"Be still and know that I am God..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I sit, worried about what the future holds.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight it is about my kids next year.  Childcare is a large part of stress in life.  I love my current provider and wish she was coming back, but is not due to returning to school full-time.  We can keep her one day a week, but that's it.  So we started the hunt.  For those of you who know me, I look everywhere for something.  Mike was frustrated with me b/c we interviewed 7 people in 2 weeks.  At least I'm thorough.  We made our decision, hoping it was correct.  Some things have come up, and I'm anxious.  Worried that my kids won't adjust...worried that the change of pace will be too much...worried we will have to stretch to afford the new person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking to Mike tonight, I'm going to call someone that we passed up the first time.  It was down between her and the one we thought we would use.  I know she interviewed other people after us, and I'm concerned that she won't have the slots open anymore.  If you read this, please pray that she will have the slots open and we are able to use her.  I know God is in control, but I struggle with giving up control (just ask my husband:).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you updated on everything. Hopefully I can actually get some sleep, because it is 2:14 a.m. after all and I'm a working momma (have I mentioned it is musical tech week?).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-4978699442027381222?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/4978699442027381222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=4978699442027381222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/4978699442027381222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/4978699442027381222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/05/anxiety.html' title='Anxiety'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-6680795381668199641</id><published>2008-04-25T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T13:12:42.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wup Day</title><content type='html'>So Asher is quite the little talker since Avery was born.  I asked my mom if she thought Asher was normal, and she told me he was a little behind on talking.  I, of course, went into freak out mode.  No one will tell this momma her child can't do something!  So ever since Ave was born, Ash can talk.  We worked with him and listened to his ramblings.  Often we don't understand, but like good parents, we pretend we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About three weeks ago, Ash starting declaring that something was "wup day."  He gets this little mischevious look on his face and grins whenever he says it.  His little face lights up and he thinks it's hilarious.  We would too...if we knew what wup day was.  We continually questioned him about it.  When is it?  What do you do?  Who does it?  We still are clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mean parents we are, we starting fooling with our child's head.  We will often ask him if today is wup day...we'll get really excited and ask him if we can do wup day.  Sometimes, he says yes, but usually no.  Often, we'll walk in the store and tell him we're bringing Ave to wup day and ask if he wants to come.  Normally he won't.  Once in a while I"ll tell him to get his shoes on b/c we are going to the park for wup day.  He's excited.  I have no idea why.  That's okay though.  We are both amused now by wup day...and maybe one day Mike and I will actually know (and be able to celebrate) what wup day is. Until then, we are having a ball watching him try to explain it in two year old words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-6680795381668199641?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/6680795381668199641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=6680795381668199641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/6680795381668199641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/6680795381668199641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/04/wup-day.html' title='Wup Day'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-8893970549614525959</id><published>2008-04-13T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T18:18:26.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat fun...and other ramblings</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I had the experience of my first women's retreat.  Overall, it was great to get away and "revive" myself.  I really connected with what the speaker had to say and am taking away many many good things.  I must admit though, I was not in the right mindset or heart for going.  I was missing my kids and hubby.  At home, I am very independent and like to stay busy, but when I am away I realize just how much I love my hubby and depend on him.  He is so gracious to me and does so much for me.  He is excellent at keeping me grounded and telling me when it is time to adjust my attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the enemy really took hold of my not really being prepared to be away.  I had been sick for the last two weeks and wanted to stay and clean my house and see my kids.  I had no voice, and I was helping with worship.  I was nervous about meeting new people and if they would like me.  I finally got myself there after dropping my kids off an hour late.  I was frazzled, but proud of myself for actually making it.  Friday night was great.  I was timid in meeting people, which is not like me at all though.  I have a hard time for some reason really reaching out and getting myself into the circles at church sometimes.  We have been there three years now, and my husband has many more friends.  I was nervous at trying to make more and not quite certain as to how to go about it.  I chickened out for the most part and stuck with the people I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a whole other issue for me.  I lost my keys, like usual.  Thinking I left them in the car, locked, I panicked and called Mike.  The AMAZING guy that he is, he drove them up for me just to find that I had not done so.  So then I panicked, and prayed.  Mind you all this time I have no voice and I'm feeling so sick to my stomach!  I called Mike and threatened him that he was dead if I was pregnant.  He nicely reminded me that was not an option and I was not.  Thankfully he keeps me level headed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a fabulous weekend.  Avery started eating...Pictures to come later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-8893970549614525959?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/8893970549614525959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=8893970549614525959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/8893970549614525959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/8893970549614525959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/04/retreat-funand-other-ramblings.html' title='Retreat fun...and other ramblings'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-7755053200005397841</id><published>2008-04-06T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T08:56:51.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I'm a beast...</title><content type='html'>I had quite the week of sickness.  It turned out that my brothers and sisters last week actually are the ones who gave me a nasty bug of a 102 fever, horrible cough, runny nose, and NO VOICE!  Being a teacher, I kind of have to have a voice to do my job.  However, it is worse when you are a director and can't even really rehearse your choirs!  The nurse at school was not very happy with me b/c I kept taking my temp. at school.  It was consistently around 101-102.  She kept yelling at me to go home.  Well, I could if I hadn't used all my sick days on maternity leave!  I really think schools should give maternity leave, but that is a whole other topic and rant for a blog!  I think my vice-principal thinks I'm crazy.  Coming back to work so quickly after Avery prompted him to call me a machine (in a nice way)....After being sick all week, I have graduate to a beast.  The sick part of that is that I think that is a compliment!  Nothing is going to bring me down!  Thankfully my kids haven't really caught that bug.  My husband was great and did the house so I could sleep.  He spoils me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week of being sick, I am FINALLY feeling better.  The day was gorgeous yesterday, so I decided we all needed to get out of the house.  I strapped Asher and Avery into the stroller for a LONG walk.  I was so impressed with Ave!  She hasn't actually ridden in a stroller the "correct" way yet, since she is always in the carrier.  But she rode yesterday like a champ and even fell asleep.  It was so cute to finally see the two of them with their little hats on riding next to each other.  Ash at one point was holding her hand!  If only I had my camera at that point! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all enjoyed the beautiful weather we were given yesterday.  Spring is finally on its way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-7755053200005397841?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/7755053200005397841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=7755053200005397841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/7755053200005397841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/7755053200005397841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-im-beast.html' title='So I&apos;m a beast...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-991931878989225361</id><published>2008-03-30T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:48:12.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Mike says I'm an e-stalker...</title><content type='html'>I will be the first to admit that I am a curious person who can get distracted when interested in something.  I especially like to follow links and discover knew things.  So I admit, I do look at other people's blogs, even if I do not know them.  I am most likely fascinated by their life or wondering if I'm as weird as the husband thinks I am.  Sometimes I stumble onto a blog that is an old friend or someone from work or church.  Sure, they may not know I found their blog, but let's face it people, it is a blog and meant to be read!  If I can find it, I'm going to read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular habit of e-stalking has never been a problem.  Yes, I may keep up with people lives that I have never met, but I like to know the ending to a particular problem or know how something is resolved.  This has always been an innocent little way to pass time while watching T.V.  However, the other day I encountered my first real problem with e-stalking.  I was talking to someone that is somewhat of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acquaintance&lt;/span&gt;.  She was discussing some improvements that were made on her house.  I sat there smiling, listening, asking the appropriate questions.  All the while, I had read the blog over the past few months and had seen the pictures.  I had to literally stop myself from telling her how well turned out or what a great job she did in choosing colors.  Mike was standing by hearing the whole conversation.  I'm sure he knew what was happening and inside laughing at me.  When we were talking later he immediately knew that my e-stalking had caught up to me.  So maybe I learned a lesson.  I learned that I should do two things (1) comment on people's blogs that I know so they know I read it (and they can then e-stalk me in return) and (2) I should only e-stalk people I don't know.  Hey, it can be a great prayer tool.  I can pray for those in need.  So, I think they should appreciate my e-stalking!  Because really people, it is for your own good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-991931878989225361?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/991931878989225361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=991931878989225361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/991931878989225361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/991931878989225361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-mike-says-im-e-stalker.html' title='So Mike says I&apos;m an e-stalker...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-1205483687708051087</id><published>2008-03-28T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:56:19.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom to 7</title><content type='html'>Spring Break is supposed to be just that...a break.  Several months ago, my mom asked me to watch the kids (with mine) while her and my dad went to Florida.  I was all about doing it since I would probably gone to Michigan anyway to see them.  Ash and Ave love hanging out with them, and I like putting my older sister bits of advise in (okay, I like to annoy them).  For those of you who don't know my family, there are seven children total, five of which are still at home and range between 15 and 5.  It is fun coming from a big family.  I hope to give my own children that one day.  But I decided seven at home would never be realistic if I had to work!  Spring break did not really give me the break I was looking for (such as umbrella drinks, peace and quiet, quality baby time), but it definitely was fun and rewarding.  It gave me a break from the daily routine I normally follow.  It was nice to just be somewhere and not have a strict schedule.  So, even though I was a mom to 7 this week, I did have a fabulous spring break.  I hope all of you did too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-1205483687708051087?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/1205483687708051087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=1205483687708051087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/1205483687708051087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/1205483687708051087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/03/mom-to-7.html' title='Mom to 7'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2348474164832349826.post-9010697022935274345</id><published>2008-03-26T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T12:36:39.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And So We Begin...</title><content type='html'>So this is my first real blogging experience. I have many friends that have been blogging for some time, and I felt that I needed to step it up. Not that I have time to do this! I figured this was always a great way to keep up with family from around the country that can't see my kids growing up every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently on spring break and figured that I should bite the bullet and take the time to set one up. I think the hardest part about this whole thing so far is just naming the page. I am not a clever person, and my husband was no help at all. So, if my blog has a lame name, please forgive me. I tried. Trust me, I researched and looked around. I'm just hopeless. Speaking of hopeless, Asher needs to be changed. Duty calls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2348474164832349826-9010697022935274345?l=ashandave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/feeds/9010697022935274345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2348474164832349826&amp;postID=9010697022935274345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/9010697022935274345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2348474164832349826/posts/default/9010697022935274345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashandave.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-so-we-begin.html' title='And So We Begin...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10777812651548615726</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X9KDEn-7wss/SP6nNVINW5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/mlGy5itXOHg/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
