<?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-8371064070000742777</id><updated>2012-02-17T17:19:27.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chryst Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'>Chronicling the times of the Chryst family</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>538</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-900506212177149334</id><published>2012-02-09T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T10:05:40.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If your wondering....</title><content type='html'>what my children have been up to these last few weeks while I've been completely absent from blogosphere- here's a good summary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been truly grateful for the warm sunny winter weather.  My days have found themselves to be very long as Philip has found himself in the position of contractor for the remodeling work at the church.  He's gone from way before sun up to way past sun down.  My kids have found themselves relegated to the outdoors more than usual for it being winter. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ryan has been spending the last few weeks setting traps and planning for bird stew.  He's torn between cooking his captured birds or keeping them as a pets.  He's still hoping for a dog but I think realizes that he might need to take matters into his own hands.  He faithfully checks his traps throughout the day and unloads bird seed throughout the yard.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LGlhAI933sY/TzQIP0tQxKI/AAAAAAAAEng/brapcEnJhoY/s1600/IMG_4299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LGlhAI933sY/TzQIP0tQxKI/AAAAAAAAEng/brapcEnJhoY/s320/IMG_4299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707195695724807330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peter has joined in on the bird hunting ventures but is taking a different approach.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UjBRMk2UlyA/TzQIQ2FjKKI/AAAAAAAAEn4/rjgbbRo8Ynk/s1600/IMG_4303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UjBRMk2UlyA/TzQIQ2FjKKI/AAAAAAAAEn4/rjgbbRo8Ynk/s320/IMG_4303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707195713274980514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's going for the David and Goliath method.  He did get to go squirrel hunting with a church friend recently.  Amazingly, they sat in the cold for 3 hours without ever seeing a squirrel!  Thanks to all the bird seed Ryan's been spreading and the warm temperatures the birds are flocking to our yard.&lt;br /&gt;Nathan's happy to follow along in his "cowboy boots" and his soldier stick.  This particular occasion he was given permission to carry the bird net.  Yes, it really is a fishing net but that's all they had at Walmart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RnDNLucRlpo/TzQIQFI7xFI/AAAAAAAAEns/yJaVk0TctzU/s1600/IMG_4311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RnDNLucRlpo/TzQIQFI7xFI/AAAAAAAAEns/yJaVk0TctzU/s320/IMG_4311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707195700135838802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Emma she happened to be inside at the time of these pictures reading a book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-900506212177149334?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/900506212177149334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=900506212177149334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/900506212177149334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/900506212177149334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2012/02/if-your-wondering.html' title='If your wondering....'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LGlhAI933sY/TzQIP0tQxKI/AAAAAAAAEng/brapcEnJhoY/s72-c/IMG_4299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-7083069043326370242</id><published>2012-02-08T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T13:58:55.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple nachos</title><content type='html'>I have been so delinquent in keeping current with my blog.  I have a running list of excuses in my head as I think to myself, "I should really update things".  Oh well; maybe one day I'll finished posting our vacation pictures.  In the mean time, I tried out a new snack yesterday - &lt;a href="http://www.manifestvegan.com/2011/10/apple-nachos/"&gt;apple nachos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-btjuY9WaLJU/TzLuqUyMdkI/AAAAAAAAEnU/nbta2T_gkrU/s1600/apple-nachos-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-btjuY9WaLJU/TzLuqUyMdkI/AAAAAAAAEnU/nbta2T_gkrU/s320/apple-nachos-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706886088732997186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Although apples and peanut butter aren't that unusual in our house, it was really fun to serve them like this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-7083069043326370242?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7083069043326370242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=7083069043326370242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7083069043326370242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7083069043326370242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2012/02/apple-nachos.html' title='Apple nachos'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-btjuY9WaLJU/TzLuqUyMdkI/AAAAAAAAEnU/nbta2T_gkrU/s72-c/apple-nachos-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-6042524618185974822</id><published>2012-01-18T16:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T17:05:08.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When 6 becomes 4</title><content type='html'>When my mom left here following Christmas, she explained to Nathan that when we got back from Boone he could come to her house.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eBeHyxiW_Eg/Txdn4h0e8XI/AAAAAAAAEms/69v4AwMf8dg/s1600/IMG_4112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eBeHyxiW_Eg/Txdn4h0e8XI/AAAAAAAAEms/69v4AwMf8dg/s320/IMG_4112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699138074309489010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well as they say in Roxboro, this little guy is smart.  At least once a day while we were in Boone, Nathan asked if we could go home so he could go to Granny's house and feed Maggie (their dog).  Although there were many tears from him as we were packing up and preparing to leave "his Boone house", as soon as we pulled into our driveway he declares that it's time to go to Granny's house.  Thankfully, my parents were open to the having Ryan and Nathan spend some time with them this week.  I don't know if I could have held Nathan off any longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bu8zc4ENUM8/Txdn5EVolgI/AAAAAAAAEm8/sYa-cohaUVU/s1600/IMG_4166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bu8zc4ENUM8/Txdn5EVolgI/AAAAAAAAEm8/sYa-cohaUVU/s320/IMG_4166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699138083575338498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan got to join in on the fun while promising to serve as interpreter and to do all his school work that I sent along! It's been a long time since Philip and I have had just Peter and Emma to ourselves.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--YQ2ZGQUSJo/Txdpdz-p56I/AAAAAAAAEnE/PLbFbX7ftco/s1600/IMG_4155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--YQ2ZGQUSJo/Txdpdz-p56I/AAAAAAAAEnE/PLbFbX7ftco/s320/IMG_4155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699139814350776226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's been such a blessing to spend these few days with just the big kids.  I miss my little guys. I'm thankful that they are soaking up some undivided attention from their grandparents and I hope they are filling up their grandparents hearts with love. It's been really quiet around here.  The Lord has used this time and extra room in my brain to speak gentle words of encouragement to me.  I am thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-6042524618185974822?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6042524618185974822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=6042524618185974822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6042524618185974822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6042524618185974822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-6-becomes-4.html' title='When 6 becomes 4'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eBeHyxiW_Eg/Txdn4h0e8XI/AAAAAAAAEms/69v4AwMf8dg/s72-c/IMG_4112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-7928590789017915293</id><published>2012-01-18T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T16:44:58.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruff Ridge</title><content type='html'>While eating our lunch on the parkway, we say the park ranger passed by us about 3 times.  On his third time past us, he graciously stopped and explained himself.  They were patrolling the area in search of a certain suspicious vehicle.  In our brief conversation he did give us the suggestion of driving down the parkway a bit and trying out the Ruff Ridge trail.  As soon as he mentioned the trail, I recognized it from my college days.  Refreshed from our lunch, we hit the trails again.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuakMB9LOP8/TxdnCRqbMGI/AAAAAAAAEmU/JSvGxR1Cxq0/s1600/IMG_4170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuakMB9LOP8/TxdnCRqbMGI/AAAAAAAAEmU/JSvGxR1Cxq0/s320/IMG_4170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699137142259396706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm glad we took his advice because it was a beautiful place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_M3X2WiWgyk/TxdnBnXLlxI/AAAAAAAAEmI/zsc58wmf9Gw/s1600/IMG_4167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_M3X2WiWgyk/TxdnBnXLlxI/AAAAAAAAEmI/zsc58wmf9Gw/s320/IMG_4167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699137130904393490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mof3TJi8CSs/TxdnBZmO-HI/AAAAAAAAEl8/CacWOjyh2Hc/s1600/IMG_4161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mof3TJi8CSs/TxdnBZmO-HI/AAAAAAAAEl8/CacWOjyh2Hc/s320/IMG_4161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699137127209433202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3nXKyI95A04/TxdnC4jHhWI/AAAAAAAAEmg/rzLG4gK1ceg/s1600/IMG_4139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3nXKyI95A04/TxdnC4jHhWI/AAAAAAAAEmg/rzLG4gK1ceg/s320/IMG_4139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699137152697730402" 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/8371064070000742777-7928590789017915293?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7928590789017915293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=7928590789017915293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7928590789017915293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7928590789017915293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2012/01/ruff-ridge.html' title='Ruff Ridge'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xuakMB9LOP8/TxdnCRqbMGI/AAAAAAAAEmU/JSvGxR1Cxq0/s72-c/IMG_4170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-3765666997029337252</id><published>2012-01-18T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T16:36:43.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking</title><content type='html'>We welcomed the sunshine the following day with great enthusiasm.  It's our tradition to hike the Viaduct so that is where we headed to after we had breakfast and packed a picnic lunch.  Again, we were greeted with beautiful and unseasonable warm Boone weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-79hsLfNN0PQ/Txdhpf_mO2I/AAAAAAAAEk0/fxEmex-2rlc/s1600/IMG_4081.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/-79hsLfNN0PQ/Txdhpf_mO2I/AAAAAAAAEk0/fxEmex-2rlc/s320/IMG_4081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699131219051428706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our normal entry point to the trail was blocked off so we improvised by walking down road until we found a way to enter the trail.  Luckily there wasn't much traffic!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0XJvrT0P3gU/TxdhprRLonI/AAAAAAAAElA/67rpjDvDFXI/s1600/IMG_4088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0XJvrT0P3gU/TxdhprRLonI/AAAAAAAAElA/67rpjDvDFXI/s320/IMG_4088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699131222077973106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nathan was a champ on this hike.  He was determined to be like the big boys and walked for close to an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg-fIAQ1YVc/Txdhqb1WjuI/AAAAAAAAElQ/WR-n3dgTUn0/s1600/IMG_4096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg-fIAQ1YVc/Txdhqb1WjuI/AAAAAAAAElQ/WR-n3dgTUn0/s320/IMG_4096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699131235114585826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a wonderful time in the woods, we found a way out of the woods and back to the road to lead us to the car and to our lunch.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPu7BEuaDLg/TxdkClk158I/AAAAAAAAElk/RVHqn0ql15I/s1600/IMG_4114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPu7BEuaDLg/TxdkClk158I/AAAAAAAAElk/RVHqn0ql15I/s320/IMG_4114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699133849069807554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm quite sure that money could not have bought a more beautiful setting for our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-98b6T9gJYwk/TxdkCQ2AhCI/AAAAAAAAElY/RkCVqTF2w7I/s1600/IMG_4104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-98b6T9gJYwk/TxdkCQ2AhCI/AAAAAAAAElY/RkCVqTF2w7I/s320/IMG_4104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699133843504661538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love how Nathan knows that these are the blue ridge mountains!  Can you tell we had Cheetos with our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GE6NIHkD6go/TxdkDTjm3CI/AAAAAAAAElw/D_G9oVqlmxY/s1600/IMG_4116.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/-GE6NIHkD6go/TxdkDTjm3CI/AAAAAAAAElw/D_G9oVqlmxY/s320/IMG_4116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699133861412658210" 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/8371064070000742777-3765666997029337252?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3765666997029337252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=3765666997029337252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/3765666997029337252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/3765666997029337252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2012/01/hiking.html' title='Hiking'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-79hsLfNN0PQ/Txdhpf_mO2I/AAAAAAAAEk0/fxEmex-2rlc/s72-c/IMG_4081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-3479604153452329952</id><published>2012-01-18T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T16:15:03.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy days</title><content type='html'>After a great weekend with friends who joined us at the cabin and a refreshing visit to the church of my college days, we greeted Monday morning with a down pouring of rain.  What's to do in Boone when it's raining?  We camped out at Chick-fila while catching up with another friend from college and then hit the bowling alley!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RU_lybIwi8E/TxdgCFUcqZI/AAAAAAAAEko/0WJbtYmfGz0/s1600/IMG_4068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RU_lybIwi8E/TxdgCFUcqZI/AAAAAAAAEko/0WJbtYmfGz0/s320/IMG_4068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699129442364598674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a fun way to spend a rainy Monday.  We stopped by Goodwill on our way home and Philip scored a $6.00 pair of skis and I scored a $3.50 hiking/backpack!  Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-3479604153452329952?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3479604153452329952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=3479604153452329952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/3479604153452329952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/3479604153452329952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2012/01/rainy-days.html' title='rainy days'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RU_lybIwi8E/TxdgCFUcqZI/AAAAAAAAEko/0WJbtYmfGz0/s72-c/IMG_4068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-3528278242830238515</id><published>2012-01-16T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:28:26.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation recaps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EtRfFqRbh0Y/TxS-tpqTM9I/AAAAAAAAEkc/5g_4dojuY-s/s1600/IMG_4061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EtRfFqRbh0Y/TxS-tpqTM9I/AAAAAAAAEkc/5g_4dojuY-s/s320/IMG_4061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698389120017183698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day One:  We set out to experience Howard's Knobb.  It's a landmark in Boone and a site I remember visiting while in college.  It was a mere coincident that the landmark is named for a man connected to the Revolutionary war times.  Check mark for field trip!  Unfortunately, after we drove there we find that the park is closed during the winter months.  However, we borrowed the drive way of an abandoned house to see the view.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GpjYRUWpcWk/TxS-tUemQgI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/-8w62QewslI/s1600/IMG_4065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GpjYRUWpcWk/TxS-tUemQgI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/-8w62QewslI/s320/IMG_4065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698389114330956290" 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/8371064070000742777-3528278242830238515?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3528278242830238515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=3528278242830238515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/3528278242830238515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/3528278242830238515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2012/01/vacation-recaps.html' title='Vacation recaps'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EtRfFqRbh0Y/TxS-tpqTM9I/AAAAAAAAEkc/5g_4dojuY-s/s72-c/IMG_4061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-6880589050767824745</id><published>2012-01-05T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T13:15:02.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A question</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure why but I can distinctly remember a woman asking Philip and I this question about 11 years ago, "If you don't watch TV then what do you do?".  A lot of time has passed since we had that conversation and for the most part we still don't watch TV.  We have come a long way since then.  Back then our TV was in a closet and we only brought it out when we had a movie to watch.  Now, the TV does sit in the living room and it gets turned on more than it did 12 years ago.   We still only watch it on occasion more than I would really like.  Nathan has probably watched more TV in his 2 and 1/2 years than Peter watched in 4 but at least he knows how to sing along with the best of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NsmJZ7C8SFA?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;This video - this night - of a spontaneous dance party with friends reminded me of that question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-6880589050767824745?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6880589050767824745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=6880589050767824745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6880589050767824745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6880589050767824745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2012/01/question.html' title='A question'/><author><name>Philip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vXnGJRRbhj4/Tezei8wbTlI/AAAAAAAACHE/TD_pI7LjsCU/s220/DSC01080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NsmJZ7C8SFA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-7525734325297460292</id><published>2011-12-29T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T16:49:15.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gingerbread house</title><content type='html'>The kids received a Gingerbread kit for Christmas from a friend.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X_KiEsk-DNQ/Tv0HSrn2ReI/AAAAAAAAEj4/rS13GknBXxg/s1600/IMG_4046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X_KiEsk-DNQ/Tv0HSrn2ReI/AAAAAAAAEj4/rS13GknBXxg/s320/IMG_4046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691713521595074018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Christmas celebrations have been quiet and low key. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5eGziwyNV4E/Tv0HSYLrZxI/AAAAAAAAEjs/HyvjolRycEU/s1600/IMG_4045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5eGziwyNV4E/Tv0HSYLrZxI/AAAAAAAAEjs/HyvjolRycEU/s320/IMG_4045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691713516376647442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the change of pace and the opportunity to just enjoy the season.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ULbo3gZctTE/Tv0HTUsmb4I/AAAAAAAAEkE/3GKNbM3iRyA/s1600/IMG_4049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ULbo3gZctTE/Tv0HTUsmb4I/AAAAAAAAEkE/3GKNbM3iRyA/s320/IMG_4049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691713532620861314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-7525734325297460292?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7525734325297460292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=7525734325297460292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7525734325297460292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7525734325297460292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/12/gingerbread-house.html' title='Gingerbread house'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X_KiEsk-DNQ/Tv0HSrn2ReI/AAAAAAAAEj4/rS13GknBXxg/s72-c/IMG_4046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-50547537388136949</id><published>2011-12-14T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T05:24:40.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming to a mail box</title><content type='html'>near you....&lt;br /&gt;     The kids and I worked from 11am - 3pm yesterday folding, stuffing, addressing, sealing and sorting 450 Christmas cards.  Some families "go big" on gifts; some on decorating; some on food and feasting.  About the only thing our family goes big on during the Christmas season is Christmas cards.  Each year our total number creeps higher and higher.  I am not really sure what possessed Peter and Emma yesterday but they were on fire.  They truly wanted to work on the Christmas cards.  They were on a roll and didn't want to stop until we were finished.  I never intended to complete the entire task; we even had some helped lined up for the next day.  They were determined. It made me super proud.  We had Pandora going on the computer; we even opened the windows.  Ryan and Nathan played together just about the entire time except for lunch and a nap.&lt;br /&gt;     If you get a Christmas card from us and the fold isn't perfect or the mailing label is a little crooked or even upside down, just know that it was done with love from us.  &lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy it!  If you don't get one in the next day or two, let us know and we'll add you to our list.  There's always room for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-50547537388136949?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/50547537388136949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=50547537388136949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/50547537388136949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/50547537388136949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/12/coming-to-mail-box.html' title='Coming to a mail box'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-5755870539737748957</id><published>2011-12-07T05:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T05:28:06.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep over</title><content type='html'>Last week Peter and Emma had friends over to spend the night.  We all had a great time.  Philip built a fire; we roasted marshmallows.  We had a dance party.  They played outside and read stories inside.  All through the evening, I kept having visions of what is to come for our family as our kids keep getting older.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WyPyegncDos/Tt9oqUG-RPI/AAAAAAAAEjQ/GayG25qDJTw/s1600/IMG_3952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WyPyegncDos/Tt9oqUG-RPI/AAAAAAAAEjQ/GayG25qDJTw/s320/IMG_3952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683376330926605554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Philip and I want our kids to invite friends over. We want our house to be filled with kiddos on weekends. We are thankful for the friends that God is providing for our kids. We realize that it's our job as parents to help our kids cultivate good relationships.  What better way to build relationships than to have sleepovers.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2FbVuWdm0qo/Tt9oqwlK-tI/AAAAAAAAEjc/ucPTJV7Yd-o/s1600/IMG_3955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2FbVuWdm0qo/Tt9oqwlK-tI/AAAAAAAAEjc/ucPTJV7Yd-o/s320/IMG_3955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683376338569460434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just need to start figuring out who to feed everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-5755870539737748957?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5755870539737748957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=5755870539737748957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/5755870539737748957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/5755870539737748957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/12/sleep-over.html' title='Sleep over'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WyPyegncDos/Tt9oqUG-RPI/AAAAAAAAEjQ/GayG25qDJTw/s72-c/IMG_3952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-4455270196566053790</id><published>2011-12-01T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T11:01:41.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On to Animals</title><content type='html'>We've about learned all we want to about the American Revolution, the Native Americans, the Pilgrims and all that history stuff.  I have decided that we would move from history on to science.  I will admit that it Peter who did the majority of the American History studies so far this fall.  I did my best to bring it down to all levels but I found that to be quite challenging.  I also have a hard time balancing history and science so I decided I would just alternate the subjects.  We are going to be studying Animals.  I know this is a subject that all the kids can enjoy and learn from together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that the concept of the animal classification system would probably be a bit to complex for Ryan.  I figured he could always understand something having to do with candy!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--YXE2czu5Nk/TtfNiTKLn0I/AAAAAAAAEis/8gJv385fCew/s1600/IMG_3947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--YXE2czu5Nk/TtfNiTKLn0I/AAAAAAAAEis/8gJv385fCew/s320/IMG_3947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681235444093394754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dumped all the Halloween candy we have left in the center of the kitchen table and divided it amongst the three. I sent them off to private areas to categorize the candy as they saw best.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wj3rPA_smw/TtfNiqV37OI/AAAAAAAAEi8/JnxLy6SxZPg/s1600/IMG_3948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wj3rPA_smw/TtfNiqV37OI/AAAAAAAAEi8/JnxLy6SxZPg/s320/IMG_3948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681235450316451042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved seeing how they each had their own system, each being age appropriate.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2jHpyeRqorA/TtfNjhMJIJI/AAAAAAAAEjE/omeW2rpAJIQ/s1600/IMG_3950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2jHpyeRqorA/TtfNjhMJIJI/AAAAAAAAEjE/omeW2rpAJIQ/s320/IMG_3950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681235465039585426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It really worked out to be a great introduction to classification.  The following day, I did some teaching on the classification system.  Remember: King Philip Called Out For Goodness Sake.  Then I dumped all the stuffed animals I could find into the center of our living room and gave them the job of sorting between animal, reptile, amphibian, bird and fish!  It was a fun start to hopefully a great learning semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-4455270196566053790?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4455270196566053790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=4455270196566053790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/4455270196566053790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/4455270196566053790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/12/on-to-animals.html' title='On to Animals'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--YXE2czu5Nk/TtfNiTKLn0I/AAAAAAAAEis/8gJv385fCew/s72-c/IMG_3947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-403318176348140348</id><published>2011-12-01T10:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T10:45:26.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Thanksgiving right behind us, help from my parents and friends, we gave into the kids request of putting up the Christmas tree before it was even December.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7E3pcbtvYck/TtfJ9QtlQvI/AAAAAAAAEiU/uj1G2G6JjAE/s1600/IMG_3937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7E3pcbtvYck/TtfJ9QtlQvI/AAAAAAAAEiU/uj1G2G6JjAE/s320/IMG_3937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681231509246526194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Admittingly, I think it took longer to get everything out of the attic than to actually decorate our little tree.&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/-_mb60PTXanQ/TtfJ9AWuUqI/AAAAAAAAEiI/NhNLJZWxwqg/s1600/IMG_3927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_mb60PTXanQ/TtfJ9AWuUqI/AAAAAAAAEiI/NhNLJZWxwqg/s320/IMG_3927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681231504855683746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think that deterred the kids excitement one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1kRmMZ0FBU/TtfJ-LQzmkI/AAAAAAAAEig/L0YWoO4T3uM/s1600/IMG_3938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1kRmMZ0FBU/TtfJ-LQzmkI/AAAAAAAAEig/L0YWoO4T3uM/s320/IMG_3938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681231524963523138" 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/8371064070000742777-403318176348140348?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/403318176348140348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=403318176348140348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/403318176348140348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/403318176348140348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-tree.html' title='Christmas Tree'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7E3pcbtvYck/TtfJ9QtlQvI/AAAAAAAAEiU/uj1G2G6JjAE/s72-c/IMG_3937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-7097810837332994965</id><published>2011-11-27T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T11:58:01.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite holidays of the year: Thanksgiving. I love it because the roots are undeniable. A time to gather; a time to give thanks; a time to be with family and friends. It has yet to become tainted and tarnished as other Holidays have - at least in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_7de9qmmLCs/TtKVGgNo5lI/AAAAAAAAEhs/re_o6D76V1o/s1600/IMG_3860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_7de9qmmLCs/TtKVGgNo5lI/AAAAAAAAEhs/re_o6D76V1o/s320/IMG_3860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679766019026511442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year we gathered with the Chryst family in Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JUtHDO7v_yw/TtKVF_rBHzI/AAAAAAAAEhg/2WzizTxIyyU/s1600/IMG_3854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JUtHDO7v_yw/TtKVF_rBHzI/AAAAAAAAEhg/2WzizTxIyyU/s320/IMG_3854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679766010291363634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Needless to say we had a big or should I say huge time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BWOW23Qt-oo/TtKVFgB7j-I/AAAAAAAAEhU/JbSFQ0qIWjk/s1600/IMG_3852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BWOW23Qt-oo/TtKVFgB7j-I/AAAAAAAAEhU/JbSFQ0qIWjk/s320/IMG_3852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679766001797533666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlotte has an annual Thanksgiving parade Thursday morning.  There were horses, camels, marching bands, puppy doges and floats.  Great times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NUVYYTq1YdY/TtKVHpKJ0_I/AAAAAAAAEh4/d8dC1pXPHgI/s1600/IMG_3907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NUVYYTq1YdY/TtKVHpKJ0_I/AAAAAAAAEh4/d8dC1pXPHgI/s320/IMG_3907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679766038607680498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a special time to celebrate for the Chryst family with a new child to join our family and a wedding in the future.  My heart is full with things to be thankful for.  I'm thankful that all my children could find something to share when we circled the room and shared each of our own our thanks.  God has been gracious to us this year and it is to Him that my thanks goes to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-7097810837332994965?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7097810837332994965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=7097810837332994965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7097810837332994965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7097810837332994965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_7de9qmmLCs/TtKVGgNo5lI/AAAAAAAAEhs/re_o6D76V1o/s72-c/IMG_3860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-2041145793757007502</id><published>2011-11-14T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T12:14:30.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>West Virginia excursion</title><content type='html'>The kids and I took a quick fall trip to WV to spend some time with my sister and her kids. This time with my sister is so enjoyable. The kids play together wonderfully, for the most part!&lt;br /&gt;Nathan and I got to babysit baby Calvin while my sister took the other 6 to a homeschool class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3g5Y4v9E7F0/TsF0cpeF0bI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/bClF4_kv4S4/s1600/IMG_3443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3g5Y4v9E7F0/TsF0cpeF0bI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/bClF4_kv4S4/s320/IMG_3443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674945040980758962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somehow, I think I got the better end of that deal.  Even if it meant trying for over an hour to convince Calvin that drinking from a bottle wasn't really that bad.   Unfortunately, I lost that battle and called my sister so she could come home a bit early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JqmleeP1GgU/TsF0cYWoOUI/AAAAAAAAEgE/MBvjcxZm-iM/s1600/IMG_3438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JqmleeP1GgU/TsF0cYWoOUI/AAAAAAAAEgE/MBvjcxZm-iM/s320/IMG_3438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674945036386056514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was the smiling Calvin before he figured out that I only had a bottle to offer him.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sCPqOQUepIg/TsF0dNP6zjI/AAAAAAAAEgc/Z5Os1m2bJxI/s1600/IMG_3473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sCPqOQUepIg/TsF0dNP6zjI/AAAAAAAAEgc/Z5Os1m2bJxI/s320/IMG_3473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674945050584993330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Two outtakes from my attempts at getting 8 kids to look at the camera and smile at the same time!  You'll have to wait for my parents Christmas card to see the best attempt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v1gHBtd-NGk/TsF0esuOKbI/AAAAAAAAEg4/TyQxZK_k_7A/s1600/IMG_3515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v1gHBtd-NGk/TsF0esuOKbI/AAAAAAAAEg4/TyQxZK_k_7A/s320/IMG_3515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674945076213459378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's always hard to be the one who has to bring the kids back to reality, pack the suitcases and drive away.  I am so thankful that they are only 5 hours and not 15 hours away.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f0izcanN4W4/TsF2Nq1hZhI/AAAAAAAAEhE/PMlOUYB9ztc/s1600/IMG_3530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f0izcanN4W4/TsF2Nq1hZhI/AAAAAAAAEhE/PMlOUYB9ztc/s320/IMG_3530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674946982672688658" 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/8371064070000742777-2041145793757007502?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2041145793757007502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=2041145793757007502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/2041145793757007502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/2041145793757007502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/11/west-virginia-excursion.html' title='West Virginia excursion'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3g5Y4v9E7F0/TsF0cpeF0bI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/bClF4_kv4S4/s72-c/IMG_3443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-8085058221019623927</id><published>2011-10-31T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T17:11:20.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>I announced to the kiddos that we were off to the library and the Person Co. offices to do some afternoon trick or treating. In about 10 minutes, the kids were dressed in costume.  Halloween has never been a holiday that I'm really fond of. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxheS5aWe60/Tq84Vm2XLsI/AAAAAAAAEeA/hAs4G6gRsO8/s1600/IMG_2474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxheS5aWe60/Tq84Vm2XLsI/AAAAAAAAEeA/hAs4G6gRsO8/s320/IMG_2474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669812399739711170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  With 4 kids, I frankly can't afford to buy them all costumes so they are left to their own creativity and hand-me downs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HfRtBuJji9g/Tq84VJRxOaI/AAAAAAAAEd0/-WqDQq2ag2U/s1600/IMG_2476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HfRtBuJji9g/Tq84VJRxOaI/AAAAAAAAEd0/-WqDQq2ag2U/s320/IMG_2476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669812391801600418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Confession: I neglected to even buy a pumpkin this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iaigUy5_5Ak/Tq84WbURQtI/AAAAAAAAEeM/dgBDYyFKrjA/s1600/IMG_2481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iaigUy5_5Ak/Tq84WbURQtI/AAAAAAAAEeM/dgBDYyFKrjA/s320/IMG_2481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669812413823795922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even without store bought costumes or a pumpkin on our front porch, we enjoyed a few hours of afternoon entertainment.  Thanks Person County offices for having us; it sure beat trick or treating when it was dark, cold and crowded!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-8085058221019623927?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8085058221019623927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=8085058221019623927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/8085058221019623927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/8085058221019623927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxheS5aWe60/Tq84Vm2XLsI/AAAAAAAAEeA/hAs4G6gRsO8/s72-c/IMG_2474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-4894878884732700964</id><published>2011-10-25T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T04:31:30.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got the call yesterday morning. The ponies have arrived! This summer the boys Sunday school teacher left corporate America, IBM, to become a miniature pony owner. Needless to say, Nathan has been asking weekly about the ponies. These pintos are precious.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n5pgJAamizQ/Tqacy2MKYVI/AAAAAAAAEdY/7zJB02GmrDU/s1600/IMG_2381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n5pgJAamizQ/Tqacy2MKYVI/AAAAAAAAEdY/7zJB02GmrDU/s320/IMG_2381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667389578446266706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nathan was a bit disappointed that Mr. Ernie didn't get an Appaloosa.  However, he seemed pretty smitten with the ponies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdAwlr01Ws8/TqacyCHAd9I/AAAAAAAAEdM/5AnQv-QQTfI/s1600/IMG_2371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdAwlr01Ws8/TqacyCHAd9I/AAAAAAAAEdM/5AnQv-QQTfI/s320/IMG_2371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667389564466001874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were two 6 month old ponies who were determined to stay together.  Although they aren't siblings, they were raised together and wanted to stay that way.&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/-tnlIn_GhHL0/TqacxkYFhuI/AAAAAAAAEdA/6bxBH4iWsas/s1600/IMG_2369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tnlIn_GhHL0/TqacxkYFhuI/AAAAAAAAEdA/6bxBH4iWsas/s320/IMG_2369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667389556484572898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking a dog on  a leash is only slightly different than leading ponies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JbGznxSndHM/TqaczG7fjsI/AAAAAAAAEdk/m_HsTrfxFa8/s1600/IMG_2378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JbGznxSndHM/TqaczG7fjsI/AAAAAAAAEdk/m_HsTrfxFa8/s320/IMG_2378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667389582939754178" 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/8371064070000742777-4894878884732700964?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4894878884732700964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=4894878884732700964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/4894878884732700964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/4894878884732700964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/10/ponies.html' title='Ponies'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n5pgJAamizQ/Tqacy2MKYVI/AAAAAAAAEdY/7zJB02GmrDU/s72-c/IMG_2381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-6942453353430854778</id><published>2011-10-14T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T11:37:26.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alamace Battleground</title><content type='html'>In my meager attempts so far this fall to teach history, we have studied the American Revolution. We breezed quickly through the Native Americans and explorers as Peter was eager to get to the battles. The timing couldn't have been more perfect for us to attend the Colonial week celebration at Alamance Battleground. The kids and I made the 1 hour drive Monday. We all had a wonderful time and learned a tremendous amount.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gpbmp4hxBu8/Tph9HflojqI/AAAAAAAAEbM/LmHElPSLIMY/s1600/IMG_2255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gpbmp4hxBu8/Tph9HflojqI/AAAAAAAAEbM/LmHElPSLIMY/s320/IMG_2255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663414099110301346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can tell by the look on Emma's face that she was enthralled with this process.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cf0MbyYjBVI/Tph9HmTDDwI/AAAAAAAAEbY/lRN6R33p5mI/s1600/IMG_2258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cf0MbyYjBVI/Tph9HmTDDwI/AAAAAAAAEbY/lRN6R33p5mI/s320/IMG_2258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663414100911394562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, I'm not so sure they appreciated the lesson these ladies gave on what each of the children would have been doing throughout the day to help their parents.  Nor was Ryan too impressed that he would have been wearing a white dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ecLjgKX43yU/Tph9ITuaP4I/AAAAAAAAEbw/cJ9EXgy-cwU/s1600/IMG_2264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ecLjgKX43yU/Tph9ITuaP4I/AAAAAAAAEbw/cJ9EXgy-cwU/s320/IMG_2264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663414113105756034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We came to the cooking station soon before lunch.  I have to say I'm so thankful for sliced bread, peanut butter and jelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--UmufPpnRb8/Tph9KC4zEyI/AAAAAAAAEb4/hjcZ-zpCTp8/s1600/IMG_2265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--UmufPpnRb8/Tph9KC4zEyI/AAAAAAAAEb4/hjcZ-zpCTp8/s320/IMG_2265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663414142945661730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm glad we have this practical example to refer back too when the kids ask for their own room. Twelve children and 2 adults, in the family of John Allen, lived in this tiny log cabin.  I'm guessing  nobody had their own space or even their own chair at the dinner table.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yiA3QV-qcO8/Tph9IAN7RMI/AAAAAAAAEbg/9gxIFjMZDkQ/s1600/IMG_2260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yiA3QV-qcO8/Tph9IAN7RMI/AAAAAAAAEbg/9gxIFjMZDkQ/s320/IMG_2260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663414107869234370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amongst everyone, the favorite station was the cannon firing!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EJwrnXSC5EI/Tph_b_v36JI/AAAAAAAAEcY/-Ns0vXzkex4/s1600/IMG_2271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EJwrnXSC5EI/Tph_b_v36JI/AAAAAAAAEcY/-Ns0vXzkex4/s320/IMG_2271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663416650363824274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Following closely behind, in second place, was the musket shooting.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LFt6WM-p5BM/TpiAd0xL36I/AAAAAAAAEcw/KZIC0y0rbQ8/s1600/IMG_2267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LFt6WM-p5BM/TpiAd0xL36I/AAAAAAAAEcw/KZIC0y0rbQ8/s320/IMG_2267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663417781287903138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As cheesy as the saying is it was really great to see "history come alive".  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n0jP0C4YXsM/Tph_bmXFuYI/AAAAAAAAEcM/FKW1qcm_vco/s1600/IMG_2272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n0jP0C4YXsM/Tph_bmXFuYI/AAAAAAAAEcM/FKW1qcm_vco/s320/IMG_2272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663416643548985730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Regulators were stationed near this rock and Govenor Tyron's militia was stationed by the red flags.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-6942453353430854778?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6942453353430854778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=6942453353430854778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6942453353430854778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6942453353430854778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/10/alamace-battleground.html' title='Alamace Battleground'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gpbmp4hxBu8/Tph9HflojqI/AAAAAAAAEbM/LmHElPSLIMY/s72-c/IMG_2255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-2405684093868093479</id><published>2011-10-14T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T11:14:08.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzz cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hu45GA2WuJY/Tph52IgcMHI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/yL2vO6UAZyM/s1600/IMG_2172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hu45GA2WuJY/Tph52IgcMHI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/yL2vO6UAZyM/s320/IMG_2172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663410502321844338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It again was time to oil the clippers and this time Nathan was on the  docket.  I have delayed his hair cut as long as possible.  I even had a &lt;a href="http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/04/byebye-blonde.html"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; cut it when I knew he was close to getting sheared by his daddy.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_l-HODuHSQg/Tph52Y54hQI/AAAAAAAAEag/50bHhxIq-Ls/s1600/IMG_2178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_l-HODuHSQg/Tph52Y54hQI/AAAAAAAAEag/50bHhxIq-Ls/s320/IMG_2178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663410506723525890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we expected, he smiled all the way through the buzz and I was close to tears as my baby boys blonde hairs fell softly to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wt_Nm-5ZQ2o/Tph53RIpHZI/AAAAAAAAEao/laxTCq2YRho/s1600/IMG_2187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wt_Nm-5ZQ2o/Tph53RIpHZI/AAAAAAAAEao/laxTCq2YRho/s320/IMG_2187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663410521817816466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not quite sure if I'll be able to endure this again.  I might just weasel out the cost of taking Nathan with me when I get my hair cut so I can still rub my fingers through that baby blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xZJ_L967er0/Tph7UjxGSCI/AAAAAAAAEbA/D2xtzWS4XrY/s1600/IMG_2189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xZJ_L967er0/Tph7UjxGSCI/AAAAAAAAEbA/D2xtzWS4XrY/s320/IMG_2189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663412124547172386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I must say with all three boys having just had a hair cut it is more than obvious that they are related!  Can you see any resemblance in these two blondes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/SEXiIXhGR6I/AAAAAAAABHc/hgvkRj_CSJU/s1600-h/hair+cut+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/SEXiIXhGR6I/AAAAAAAABHc/hgvkRj_CSJU/s320/hair+cut+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207817177503516578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan at 2 years and 2 months.&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/8371064070000742777-2405684093868093479?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2405684093868093479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=2405684093868093479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/2405684093868093479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/2405684093868093479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/10/buzz-cut.html' title='Buzz cut'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hu45GA2WuJY/Tph52IgcMHI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/yL2vO6UAZyM/s72-c/IMG_2172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-2527786144094064033</id><published>2011-10-14T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T10:56:10.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind again....</title><content type='html'>I have done it yet again and allowed a few weeks worth of memories to store up on my disc.  Forgive me as I unload - I really wish I understood how to make photo collages...oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My husband, whom I love dearly, thought my kids would enjoy a birds eye view of well, I don't know what of....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2JTsfW0Rdoo/Tph2sUSnWhI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/C7n1QnBS_2k/s1600/IMG_2196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2JTsfW0Rdoo/Tph2sUSnWhI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/C7n1QnBS_2k/s320/IMG_2196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663407035151505938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They loved it, of course!  Thankfully, Nathan moderately understood that he wasn't "big enough" yet to get on the roof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3f-Akjn2TU/Tph2shb3w6I/AAAAAAAAEaA/ME5cuTXbwrc/s1600/IMG_2252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3f-Akjn2TU/Tph2shb3w6I/AAAAAAAAEaA/ME5cuTXbwrc/s320/IMG_2252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663407038679991202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Philip had a birthday last Sunday.  We celebrated in style and tradition.  Two Angel pie's; one for him and one for everybody else to share.  Meatloaf, mashed potatoes and cabbage were on the menu for his birthday lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-2527786144094064033?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2527786144094064033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=2527786144094064033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/2527786144094064033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/2527786144094064033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/10/behind-again.html' title='Behind again....'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2JTsfW0Rdoo/Tph2sUSnWhI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/C7n1QnBS_2k/s72-c/IMG_2196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-8426752443267982322</id><published>2011-10-04T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T12:06:48.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OCa2gqC1gqw/TotY9t8bZjI/AAAAAAAAEZw/xA13alflaAU/s1600/IMG_1830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OCa2gqC1gqw/TotY9t8bZjI/AAAAAAAAEZw/xA13alflaAU/s320/IMG_1830.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659715174049474098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even remember when we made these but I do remember how good they were!  &lt;br /&gt;Emma did the majority of the work and even helped clean up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eL2Povc3FVI/TotX7wU16PI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/ELiJ10jJYhA/s1600/IMG_1828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eL2Povc3FVI/TotX7wU16PI/AAAAAAAAEZQ/ELiJ10jJYhA/s320/IMG_1828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659714040817379570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-8426752443267982322?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8426752443267982322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=8426752443267982322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/8426752443267982322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/8426752443267982322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/10/cookies.html' title='Cookies'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OCa2gqC1gqw/TotY9t8bZjI/AAAAAAAAEZw/xA13alflaAU/s72-c/IMG_1830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-5937236976593775406</id><published>2011-10-04T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T11:58:52.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a break...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VJNL-mbGzJU/TotWJLb5joI/AAAAAAAAEZA/sCkx5RmSsa0/s1600/IMG_2151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VJNL-mbGzJU/TotWJLb5joI/AAAAAAAAEZA/sCkx5RmSsa0/s320/IMG_2151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659712072409779842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My parents and their dog arrived late yesterday afternoon and will be leaving first thing tomorrow morning.  There stay will be less than 48 hours but it is amazing how helpful it is to have two extra sets of hands for that short of time.  Not long after they arrived, we sent them off to take Emma to gymnastics and they actually stayed and watched.  Something Philip and I don't usually have the luxury of doing.  Then they came back home and stayed with the 3 youngest so Philip could take Peter to Cub Scouts.  Philip had the luxury of staying with Peter for the entire cub scouts and I was able to sneak away to the UMW mtg which conveniently and deliciously happened to be at a restaurant!  That was just in their first 4 hours of being in Roxboro.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FmQ3Vihm0Go/TotWIq8nliI/AAAAAAAAEY4/akqhh2MQbtg/s1600/IMG_2153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FmQ3Vihm0Go/TotWIq8nliI/AAAAAAAAEY4/akqhh2MQbtg/s320/IMG_2153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659712063688644130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MKlEiRBUSeU/TotWIU7TJLI/AAAAAAAAEYw/j1Zrf4Wc88Q/s1600/IMG_2154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MKlEiRBUSeU/TotWIU7TJLI/AAAAAAAAEYw/j1Zrf4Wc88Q/s320/IMG_2154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659712057777530034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So today, we took time to buy Pansies.  We went to Lowes and bought a much needed new toilet seat that my Dad installed.  We went shoe shopping and bought Peter a new pair of sneakers that he's needed for about a month.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vLJtzfyH5d4/TotWJVDv4dI/AAAAAAAAEZI/Bh9q2QNK9m0/s1600/IMG_2150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vLJtzfyH5d4/TotWJVDv4dI/AAAAAAAAEZI/Bh9q2QNK9m0/s320/IMG_2150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659712074992837074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took pictures and am actually posting them in real time!  The days only a little half over.....It's been like a breath of fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mom and Dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-5937236976593775406?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5937236976593775406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=5937236976593775406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/5937236976593775406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/5937236976593775406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/10/break.html' title='a break...'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VJNL-mbGzJU/TotWJLb5joI/AAAAAAAAEZA/sCkx5RmSsa0/s72-c/IMG_2151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-4488881135417267918</id><published>2011-09-30T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T12:08:32.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bullfrogs</title><content type='html'>Ryan has entered into a new stage of life.  We enrolled him with Parks and Rec soccer.  He has become a Bullfrog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YFfvj1TKz8o/ToYSU9al7KI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/OImzHV8jjeo/s1600/IMG_1967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YFfvj1TKz8o/ToYSU9al7KI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/OImzHV8jjeo/s320/IMG_1967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658230133130390690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I'm quite positive that Peter didn't start playing soccer until he was 6.  Ryan is most certainly that 5 year old player who is mostly excited about seeing his friends on the field and getting to use his "mad face" when he's going after the ball. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-28Sm5RT30Vs/ToYSVKeaqpI/AAAAAAAAEYY/VJeeiDzkKIs/s1600/IMG_1971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-28Sm5RT30Vs/ToYSVKeaqpI/AAAAAAAAEYY/VJeeiDzkKIs/s320/IMG_1971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658230136636091026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's had a good time and feels quite proud of his uniform.  He's had his time on the field chasing balls, kicking them toward the wrong goal, falling down on the field when somebody else gets tripped and getting some great exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr5ThOftsHY/ToYSVIh171I/AAAAAAAAEYg/M6PN832KWNM/s1600/IMG_1969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yr5ThOftsHY/ToYSVIh171I/AAAAAAAAEYg/M6PN832KWNM/s320/IMG_1969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658230136113590098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I remember now why we waited until Peter turned 6 to start organized sports!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-4488881135417267918?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4488881135417267918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=4488881135417267918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/4488881135417267918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/4488881135417267918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/09/bullfrogs.html' title='The Bullfrogs'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YFfvj1TKz8o/ToYSU9al7KI/AAAAAAAAEYQ/OImzHV8jjeo/s72-c/IMG_1967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-7725237945226727783</id><published>2011-09-22T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T11:05:37.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A hard goodbye; a cherished friendship</title><content type='html'>I have put off writing this for two days. My eyes have been brimming with tears for those days so I tried to not think about it. Denial. The tears are emerging as I remember our goodbye hug. Neither she nor I could hardly speak but in my silence I hope she heard me tell her that it has been an amazing 5 years. Heather was my first friend in this new land - this new life - this new place.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-73WIbUpmhu0/TntiFqNeFRI/AAAAAAAAEYI/5qa4lBtgshs/s1600/IMG_1884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-73WIbUpmhu0/TntiFqNeFRI/AAAAAAAAEYI/5qa4lBtgshs/s320/IMG_1884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655221606463444242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I met Heather at story time about 3 months after moving to Roxboro.  I was lonely, homesick and ready to make new friends.  I prayed that morning for God to give me a sign and the boldness to initiate a friendship.  The sign was a common paci and the friendship came easily.&lt;br /&gt;Heather and her family also just moved to Roxboro a few months before from Colorado.  She had a son Peter's age, a daughter Emma's age and a baby Ryan's age.  The kids are all just weeks apart in their birthdays even Heather and I are ten days apart in age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5W-d6jDoKaA/TntiFWbwz5I/AAAAAAAAEYA/CNG-MmtGkUI/s1600/IMG_1879.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/-5W-d6jDoKaA/TntiFWbwz5I/AAAAAAAAEYA/CNG-MmtGkUI/s320/IMG_1879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655221601154682770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over the last five years, we have spent countless hours together, shared birthday parties, play dates at the park, trashed each others houses, been on field trips together, drank lots of coffee, had meals together, cried and laughed together, had a fourth child and watched as Roxboro became each others home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NSQUjGTwbw4/TntiFBF-jKI/AAAAAAAAEX4/NcJ2v2sVeOo/s1600/IMG_1865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NSQUjGTwbw4/TntiFBF-jKI/AAAAAAAAEX4/NcJ2v2sVeOo/s320/IMG_1865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655221595426163874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids can hardly remember any other time in their lives other than their time in Roxboro.  They can't remember any friends from before the Weigands.  They have grown up together.  They've been like family to each other.  They know each others likes and dislikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QjBJCbz1PX8/TntiE1W6EKI/AAAAAAAAEXw/amd7getUMUY/s1600/IMG_1854.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/-QjBJCbz1PX8/TntiE1W6EKI/AAAAAAAAEXw/amd7getUMUY/s320/IMG_1854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655221592275947682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The time has come for the Weigands to move back to Colorado.  It's the right thing for their family to do but it's hard to say goodbye.  It was hard to see their van drive away.  It was hard to look at my kids and explain how very far away Colorado is from here.  It was hard to answer the enevidable question honestly and say, " I have no idea when we'll see them again.".  I'm thankful that I didn't hide my tears from them because we have all been touched by their friendship.  I want my kids to know that I need friends just like they do.  I want them to remember the Weigands and remember that God gave us a tangible gift by placing us together 5 years ago in a little library in a little town with a little green paci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HYUhP4z_288/TntiEhvS32I/AAAAAAAAEXo/f20JhK4YBj0/s1600/IMG_1863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HYUhP4z_288/TntiEhvS32I/AAAAAAAAEXo/f20JhK4YBj0/s320/IMG_1863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655221587009527650" 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/8371064070000742777-7725237945226727783?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7725237945226727783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=7725237945226727783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7725237945226727783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7725237945226727783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/09/hard-goodbye-cherished-friendship.html' title='A hard goodbye; a cherished friendship'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-73WIbUpmhu0/TntiFqNeFRI/AAAAAAAAEYI/5qa4lBtgshs/s72-c/IMG_1884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-3956162266212754488</id><published>2011-09-08T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T04:36:24.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new approach</title><content type='html'>So our family has already logged oh about 20 or so days of school in for this year. Somehow, it still feels like I haven't gotten into my grove yet. We are trying things a little differently this year. It still blows my mind that I've been at this home educating thing for 5 years now. Before my very eyes Peter has become a 4th grader, Emma a 2nd grader, Ryan a kindergartener and Nathan an adorable 2 year old. Needless to say on days that we have fulfilling, productive learning days, the house is a whirlwind of books, toys, learning tools and stuff by the end of it.  By Thursday, the end of school week, it's really bad!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DL9jkKqar-Y/Tmigr3Esf5I/AAAAAAAAEXY/Zn_R75l1H40/s1600/IMG_1648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DL9jkKqar-Y/Tmigr3Esf5I/AAAAAAAAEXY/Zn_R75l1H40/s320/IMG_1648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649942407914749842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This year Peter is doing a lot of independent work.  I am capitalizing on his love for reading and trying to put before him as many books as I can find.  He's enthralled with the American Revolution right now.  So there lies the topic for the majority of his reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a-lsUWQPf8I/Tmigrq5zheI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/Hfgw9Yy9ZYg/s1600/IMG_1645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a-lsUWQPf8I/Tmigrq5zheI/AAAAAAAAEXQ/Hfgw9Yy9ZYg/s320/IMG_1645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649942404647847394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emma has chosen to study sea animals.  So we are discovering and learning about some very amazing and breath taking animals that God has created for us that unfortunately we will only experience through the written work. Have you ever seen a picture of a blue-ringed octopus?  It's my new favorite sea creature.  It's beautiful, small, and deadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6_C3w2KyyxE/TmigrVvClEI/AAAAAAAAEXI/8_TQR9YEsx8/s1600/IMG_1644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6_C3w2KyyxE/TmigrVvClEI/AAAAAAAAEXI/8_TQR9YEsx8/s320/IMG_1644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649942398965552194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the midst of all this, we have Ryan who is emerging as a kinetic learner.  He is happy when he has something to "play" with.  I have come to realize and am fine admitting that his alphabet recognition skills are a little behind the others.  With five years of experience, I have finally learned that before I know it, he will be reading up a storm like his older siblings and all things will be OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HW3c4l6vGkg/TmigsJHrIAI/AAAAAAAAEXg/Wikz6m96K8Y/s1600/IMG_1652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HW3c4l6vGkg/TmigsJHrIAI/AAAAAAAAEXg/Wikz6m96K8Y/s320/IMG_1652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649942412759080962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have yet to pull out my well thought out schedule from last year.  The planning notebooks books of last year are empty.  My lesson planning notebook of this year, is loosely detailed.  We are on to yet another season of life.  It's not where I'm comfortable; it's not well planned out in the long term.  But I think it might work for now or at least until there's another shift in seasons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-3956162266212754488?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3956162266212754488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=3956162266212754488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/3956162266212754488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/3956162266212754488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-approach.html' title='a new approach'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DL9jkKqar-Y/Tmigr3Esf5I/AAAAAAAAEXY/Zn_R75l1H40/s72-c/IMG_1648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-4505945509815718310</id><published>2011-09-04T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T18:27:20.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yTtmfOHzxB4/TmQhIoivbiI/AAAAAAAAEWw/AqHowz9RT8w/s1600/IMG_1642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yTtmfOHzxB4/TmQhIoivbiI/AAAAAAAAEWw/AqHowz9RT8w/s320/IMG_1642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648676264835247650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was Saturday morning and I felt the need to get out of Roxboro, get a  little bit of fresh air and exercise.  So the kids and I headed across  state line into Danville, VA.  We have been to the Dan Daniel State park  a few times before so I knew this was just where we needed to go.  The  kids brought their new scooters and Nathan brought his bike.  I knew  enough to know that Nathan and his bike would only last but so long so I  brought the stroller as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XwSqiM_-2vw/TmQhI_TXCtI/AAAAAAAAEW4/zrVa3cd-_9Y/s1600/IMG_1640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XwSqiM_-2vw/TmQhI_TXCtI/AAAAAAAAEW4/zrVa3cd-_9Y/s320/IMG_1640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648676270944750290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-4505945509815718310?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4505945509815718310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=4505945509815718310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/4505945509815718310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/4505945509815718310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/09/fresh-air.html' title='Fresh Air'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yTtmfOHzxB4/TmQhIoivbiI/AAAAAAAAEWw/AqHowz9RT8w/s72-c/IMG_1642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-6046381042982174968</id><published>2011-08-30T16:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T17:02:52.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nathan and his horses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ynfMV6igRP8/Tl11cOrOftI/AAAAAAAAEWo/2OYkpxjp52U/s1600/IMG_1534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ynfMV6igRP8/Tl11cOrOftI/AAAAAAAAEWo/2OYkpxjp52U/s320/IMG_1534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646798635628658386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boy Nathan has been smitten with horses for a very long time. Really it's been as long as I can remember! He knows exactly where to find the library's section of horse books - the non-fiction section. Unfortunately, we only have about 6 to choose from so we have read them all multiple times. &lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TKLpggC1GUQ?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;Repetition is developmentally appropriate for this age and I guess it's starting to pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELtFMUu2Cj4/Tl11b2AlbQI/AAAAAAAAEWg/byDFt5RTmNc/s1600/IMG_1544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELtFMUu2Cj4/Tl11b2AlbQI/AAAAAAAAEWg/byDFt5RTmNc/s320/IMG_1544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646798629007355138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have started to buy the horses carrots.  Whenever he hears that somebody is heading to the grocery store, he reminds them to buy " more carrots for the horses".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fEZrOtU9okU/Tl11breRzfI/AAAAAAAAEWY/q_BIdvOwJ9Y/s1600/IMG_1539.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/-fEZrOtU9okU/Tl11breRzfI/AAAAAAAAEWY/q_BIdvOwJ9Y/s320/IMG_1539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646798626179108338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He just loves these 4 friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KSfTulfNrM8/Tl11brY7nLI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/WjbOZ00SNck/s1600/IMG_1556.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/-KSfTulfNrM8/Tl11brY7nLI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/WjbOZ00SNck/s320/IMG_1556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646798626156682418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He wants so desperately for these horses to be living at his house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H5z0GcrKuok/Tl11bR2PbEI/AAAAAAAAEWI/XFHzTYAySgA/s1600/IMG_1555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H5z0GcrKuok/Tl11bR2PbEI/AAAAAAAAEWI/XFHzTYAySgA/s320/IMG_1555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646798619300293698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-6046381042982174968?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6046381042982174968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=6046381042982174968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6046381042982174968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6046381042982174968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/08/nathan-and-his-horses.html' title='Nathan and his horses'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ynfMV6igRP8/Tl11cOrOftI/AAAAAAAAEWo/2OYkpxjp52U/s72-c/IMG_1534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-9107158108639148437</id><published>2011-08-26T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T04:16:12.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The big 9</title><content type='html'>I have become a very inconsistent blogger these past months.  It's like 3 weeks since Peter's birthday and not even a peep from me about it.  Yikes-&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cjpHICVV8vk/TlgI9DHIIBI/AAAAAAAAEV0/FAHXnJNciNs/s1600/IMG_1471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cjpHICVV8vk/TlgI9DHIIBI/AAAAAAAAEV0/FAHXnJNciNs/s320/IMG_1471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645271977809158162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did celebrate the big day.  The last year before double digits in grand style.  He decided he wanted a "Ryan size" party.  So we invited just about everyone we could think of, ordered a cake from Costco and played a great game of kickball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YtGJqbVUfkI/TlgI8nkBY3I/AAAAAAAAEVk/RN_2z2MR7WI/s1600/IMG_1455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YtGJqbVUfkI/TlgI8nkBY3I/AAAAAAAAEVk/RN_2z2MR7WI/s320/IMG_1455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645271970414158706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, this is a picture of Peter flinging Nathan across home plate.  Yes, Nathan has a gigantic grin on his face.  No, he didn't get hurt.  Yes, Peter still adores his baby brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3mdSdlABRM/TlgI89_fSlI/AAAAAAAAEVs/ZZZW1IRl6fg/s1600/IMG_1467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3mdSdlABRM/TlgI89_fSlI/AAAAAAAAEVs/ZZZW1IRl6fg/s320/IMG_1467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645271976434944594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found a picture recently of Peter's 5th birthday party.  We had our  neighbors and a family from church over.  It's such a blessing to see  how God has provided friends for our family over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CSpB692NWrs/TlgI9Xy7OmI/AAAAAAAAEV8/cwt76_dB-Xg/s1600/IMG_1478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CSpB692NWrs/TlgI9Xy7OmI/AAAAAAAAEV8/cwt76_dB-Xg/s320/IMG_1478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645271983361571426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peter is an amazing 9 year old.  He has taught me a lot of over these 9 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-9107158108639148437?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9107158108639148437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=9107158108639148437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/9107158108639148437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/9107158108639148437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/08/big-9.html' title='The big 9'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cjpHICVV8vk/TlgI9DHIIBI/AAAAAAAAEV0/FAHXnJNciNs/s72-c/IMG_1471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-5639318949146150112</id><published>2011-08-15T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T18:35:49.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watermelon</title><content type='html'>This evening's weather felt like a gift. It was a perfect night to dig into the remaining half of a watermelon we had in the fridge.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NezZd-zXs24/TknHvDNkzxI/AAAAAAAAEVE/zxtXbDTk-Dc/s1600/IMG_1484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NezZd-zXs24/TknHvDNkzxI/AAAAAAAAEVE/zxtXbDTk-Dc/s320/IMG_1484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641259619388280594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My kids are quite excited when they find out that the watermelon in our fridge has seeds in it.  There happens to be a certain Daddy in our family that grew up having watermelon seed spitting contests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h1UNCf6m3H4/TknHuNrdH6I/AAAAAAAAEUk/OB4CTabRC1E/s1600/IMG_1497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h1UNCf6m3H4/TknHuNrdH6I/AAAAAAAAEUk/OB4CTabRC1E/s320/IMG_1497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641259605018091426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The tradition seems to have been successfully handed down.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4J44HyUn_QY/TknHur7ARyI/AAAAAAAAEU0/591fSqEYZd4/s1600/IMG_1512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4J44HyUn_QY/TknHur7ARyI/AAAAAAAAEU0/591fSqEYZd4/s320/IMG_1512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641259613136373538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too bad Nathan hasn't quite figured out how to escape the spitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kA9Ves6sxGk/TknHuyuiTuI/AAAAAAAAEU8/2gePHKgD9zk/s1600/IMG_1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kA9Ves6sxGk/TknHuyuiTuI/AAAAAAAAEU8/2gePHKgD9zk/s320/IMG_1519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641259614963125986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although, he really didn't seem to mind having a face and head covered in seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TUY8AHLuxGo/TknHuQzI5zI/AAAAAAAAEUs/AJyE_CLGB10/s1600/IMG_1510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TUY8AHLuxGo/TknHuQzI5zI/AAAAAAAAEUs/AJyE_CLGB10/s320/IMG_1510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641259605855627058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's nights like this that I truly enjoy my kids.  They are a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-5639318949146150112?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5639318949146150112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=5639318949146150112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/5639318949146150112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/5639318949146150112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/08/watermelon.html' title='Watermelon'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NezZd-zXs24/TknHvDNkzxI/AAAAAAAAEVE/zxtXbDTk-Dc/s72-c/IMG_1484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-219852845797049711</id><published>2011-08-14T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T10:14:40.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July in review</title><content type='html'>Seeing as it has been an entire month since my last post, I figured I needed to do one large update.  So here goes my first attempt at Windows movie maker!  &lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3QzO-1oCjbM" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-219852845797049711?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/219852845797049711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=219852845797049711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/219852845797049711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/219852845797049711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/08/july-in-review.html' title='July in review'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3QzO-1oCjbM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-1626478090301034875</id><published>2011-07-12T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T14:13:35.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 90th Great Gram</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O7WvCsqh_2k/Thy4Rz4omeI/AAAAAAAAERA/8_J-zpGN0X4/s1600/IMG_0687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O7WvCsqh_2k/Thy4Rz4omeI/AAAAAAAAERA/8_J-zpGN0X4/s320/IMG_0687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628576250431314402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just about 12 hours after Philip arrived home from Jamaica, we headed in down to Charlotte. Philip's grandmother was turning 90 and her family was throwing her a surprise party.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SmTLUYykL9A/Thy4R88SFYI/AAAAAAAAERI/fn_LcC6-CIM/s1600/IMG_0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SmTLUYykL9A/Thy4R88SFYI/AAAAAAAAERI/fn_LcC6-CIM/s320/IMG_0699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628576252862535042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was really fun to see the surprise on her face.  Philip's mom is Betty's oldest daughter.  She has 4 sons who live with their families in either Minnesota or Denver.  Although, Betty had her 4 grandchildren and 6 great children with her this night, she has many many more up north.  Many of the others, sent cards and pictures to help her celebrate. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kG01l-JhKs/Thy4SaprssI/AAAAAAAAERQ/ENoJXwDW_JQ/s1600/IMG_0710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kG01l-JhKs/Thy4SaprssI/AAAAAAAAERQ/ENoJXwDW_JQ/s320/IMG_0710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628576260837585602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope when I turn 90, I'm able to have as much fun and love as Betty.  It was a blessing to be able to celebrate with all the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nDvo3H_ozTA/Thy4SmYoqnI/AAAAAAAAERY/ifz-y6M8PPw/s1600/IMG_0715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nDvo3H_ozTA/Thy4SmYoqnI/AAAAAAAAERY/ifz-y6M8PPw/s320/IMG_0715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628576263987309170" 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/8371064070000742777-1626478090301034875?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1626478090301034875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=1626478090301034875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/1626478090301034875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/1626478090301034875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-90th-great-gram.html' title='Happy 90th Great Gram'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O7WvCsqh_2k/Thy4Rz4omeI/AAAAAAAAERA/8_J-zpGN0X4/s72-c/IMG_0687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-6107829874561099148</id><published>2011-07-08T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T10:41:39.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Organization</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking for sometime that Nathan's room needed a little organization.  The little guy had basically a basket overflowing with books and a train table in his room.  I was hoping to bring some toys out of the living room and kids room to his so there was more reason to play in his room.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D-yGYMTYVOc/Thc_tABrtxI/AAAAAAAAEQo/BJfItZrRKWo/s1600/IMG_0673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D-yGYMTYVOc/Thc_tABrtxI/AAAAAAAAEQo/BJfItZrRKWo/s320/IMG_0673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627036301756446482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  So last night when I passed by this cool looking bookshelf at Costco, I went for it.  This morning while only Nathan and I were awake and the coffee was still brewing, I assembled the shelf and brought a little order to his room.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cz4omyLkwmc/Thc_tXTo6-I/AAAAAAAAEQw/OhwkKcYScZI/s1600/IMG_0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cz4omyLkwmc/Thc_tXTo6-I/AAAAAAAAEQw/OhwkKcYScZI/s320/IMG_0674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627036308005776354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although the shelves did bring order and toys and even the interest of playing, it also brought chaos!  I never really had to pay much attention to straightening up Nathan's room but I see that now he'll have ample opportunities to learn the clean up song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vSil9cPIXpk/Thc_tpJdCMI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/lNkvjoATCEI/s1600/IMG_0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vSil9cPIXpk/Thc_tpJdCMI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/lNkvjoATCEI/s320/IMG_0677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627036312794892482" 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/8371064070000742777-6107829874561099148?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6107829874561099148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=6107829874561099148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6107829874561099148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6107829874561099148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/07/organization.html' title='Organization'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D-yGYMTYVOc/Thc_tABrtxI/AAAAAAAAEQo/BJfItZrRKWo/s72-c/IMG_0673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-9049766295391157135</id><published>2011-07-07T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T11:33:47.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9 of 9</title><content type='html'>We are hours away from the return of the mission team from Jamaica.  The kids and I decided that we would make the trip to Raleigh so we can be there when Philip and the others get off the airplane or should I say get to the baggage claim.  My kids don't ever go to the airport so I figured this would be a fun outing although definitely not as fun as it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan is resting up for the big adventure!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HSqbZ3Tdp3Q/ThX7S8lBTMI/AAAAAAAAEQY/FT4GOX06FTo/s1600/IMG_0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HSqbZ3Tdp3Q/ThX7S8lBTMI/AAAAAAAAEQY/FT4GOX06FTo/s320/IMG_0670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626679612386921666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nathan having already had his nap is ready to play with our new family friends.  He is in love with horses so when we saw these at the dollar store this morning I couldn't resist.  I think we might actual go back to buy a couple more horses so everyone has one.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PQEwxtKqNa4/ThX7TWx_tQI/AAAAAAAAEQg/MwM5gfNhsDU/s1600/IMG_0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PQEwxtKqNa4/ThX7TWx_tQI/AAAAAAAAEQg/MwM5gfNhsDU/s320/IMG_0672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626679619420665090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nathan has just started referring to himself in the third person.  He calls himself, "NayNay".  It's just about as cute as he is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-9049766295391157135?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9049766295391157135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=9049766295391157135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/9049766295391157135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/9049766295391157135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-9-of-9.html' title='Day 9 of 9'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HSqbZ3Tdp3Q/ThX7S8lBTMI/AAAAAAAAEQY/FT4GOX06FTo/s72-c/IMG_0670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-3867506624083530426</id><published>2011-07-01T18:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T18:40:34.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>West Virginia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DgQyI0BuFjk/Tg52BOMGj8I/AAAAAAAAEQQ/VbaDMIGXQjw/s1600/IMG_0525.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/-DgQyI0BuFjk/Tg52BOMGj8I/AAAAAAAAEQQ/VbaDMIGXQjw/s320/IMG_0525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624562747993132994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Philip being in Jamaica and my sister having had a new baby, I couldn't think of a better place to spend a few days. The 5 1/2 hr drive with 4 kids on my own was not something I was looking forward to but I knew once we got there it would have been worth it. And it definitely was- baby Cal is precious and the cousins played together from sun up to sun down.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-61AnjyIvZ9E/Tg5zF0P8IOI/AAAAAAAAEP4/CQIE-YtM96w/s1600/IMG_0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-61AnjyIvZ9E/Tg5zF0P8IOI/AAAAAAAAEP4/CQIE-YtM96w/s320/IMG_0665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624559528394367202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was hard for Nathan to decide which cousin pairs to follow around and try to convince that they should play with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3pvIT2yfIA/Tg5zFhXw5VI/AAAAAAAAEPw/MYYjVMJ1ShM/s1600/IMG_0616.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/-H3pvIT2yfIA/Tg5zFhXw5VI/AAAAAAAAEPw/MYYjVMJ1ShM/s320/IMG_0616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624559523326911826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's definitely getting harder to get everybody to look the same way and actually smile- not to mention get the lighting right so nobody has to squint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pXnMA15hgaw/Tg5zFVlqbGI/AAAAAAAAEPo/clmpnB7mE2Q/s1600/IMG_0594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pXnMA15hgaw/Tg5zFVlqbGI/AAAAAAAAEPo/clmpnB7mE2Q/s320/IMG_0594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624559520163982434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried my hand at taking some photos of Cal while we were at the park one morning.  He was a trooper and a cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jRTBpj6XXEk/Tg5zFOi0xuI/AAAAAAAAEPg/bZfbDyALviU/s1600/IMG_0518.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/-jRTBpj6XXEk/Tg5zFOi0xuI/AAAAAAAAEPg/bZfbDyALviU/s320/IMG_0518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624559518273029858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's getting increasingly hard to figure out what to feed all these guys and the grown-ups.  I can't imagine what it will be like in 5 years.  Hopefully some of them will be doing the cooking and cleaning up by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_zFJIF7-9g/Tg5zE4XwN9I/AAAAAAAAEPY/5O2X1_8aV0o/s1600/IMG_0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_zFJIF7-9g/Tg5zE4XwN9I/AAAAAAAAEPY/5O2X1_8aV0o/s320/IMG_0551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624559512321013714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I baby sat all the kids one morning while my sister had a doctor's appointment.  I ( or I should say Charlotte, Peter, Nathan, Emma and then finally myself) got to feed Cal his first bottle.  He took it like a champ no matter who was holding it or if they were paying attention to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xw1_2fWyUHg/Tg52A97prMI/AAAAAAAAEQI/T6d_aglxX7k/s1600/IMG_0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xw1_2fWyUHg/Tg52A97prMI/AAAAAAAAEQI/T6d_aglxX7k/s320/IMG_0660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624562743629163714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This time away reminded my that relationships matter.  It's not always easy to travel, to sleep in somebody else's bed, to manage a house with 11 people in it but it's worth it.  I'm so thankful that my kids are growing up to know their cousins deeply and that we are taking time to invest in each others' lives.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PEZKZVUOZs8/Tg52AlrMqhI/AAAAAAAAEQA/Irf8pmMuZ08/s1600/IMG_0654.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/-PEZKZVUOZs8/Tg52AlrMqhI/AAAAAAAAEQA/Irf8pmMuZ08/s320/IMG_0654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624562737117702674" 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/8371064070000742777-3867506624083530426?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3867506624083530426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=3867506624083530426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/3867506624083530426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/3867506624083530426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/07/west-virginia.html' title='West Virginia'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DgQyI0BuFjk/Tg52BOMGj8I/AAAAAAAAEQQ/VbaDMIGXQjw/s72-c/IMG_0525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-5795920815032118372</id><published>2011-06-20T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T18:58:03.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball</title><content type='html'>Peter finished up his first season of baseball.  We had a wonderful experience with the Parks and Rec dept.  We enjoyed the evenings at the ball park, the popcorn, the snow cones, the bleachers.  Well maybe not the bleachers...&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_rtyTljSe0Q" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;He did enjoy his stint at baseball but isn't so sure that he wants to sign up next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-5795920815032118372?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5795920815032118372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=5795920815032118372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/5795920815032118372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/5795920815032118372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/06/baseball.html' title='Baseball'/><author><name>Philip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vXnGJRRbhj4/Tezei8wbTlI/AAAAAAAACHE/TD_pI7LjsCU/s220/DSC01080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_rtyTljSe0Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-1581907053722148225</id><published>2011-06-20T16:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T16:57:22.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday afternoon</title><content type='html'>We spent Father's Day afternoon with friends at a friend's lake house.  Swimming in the lake is one of Philip's favorite things to do so I'm glad it worked out.  One of our friends made this great video summarizing the fun.  &lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pk1z2jVLSXk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;  Nathan wasn't too keen on the lake so I opted to stay clothed and play with him on the sidelines. I am so thankful that our kids are growing up with a Daddy as wonderful, loving, caring, nurturing and fun as he is.  I know they will be better Christians and adults because of the father they have.  I love you Philip.  You're a great dad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-1581907053722148225?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1581907053722148225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=1581907053722148225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/1581907053722148225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/1581907053722148225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/06/sunday-afternoon.html' title='Sunday afternoon'/><author><name>Philip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vXnGJRRbhj4/Tezei8wbTlI/AAAAAAAACHE/TD_pI7LjsCU/s220/DSC01080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pk1z2jVLSXk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-3191026424673410082</id><published>2011-06-14T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T03:33:40.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more birthday</title><content type='html'>We actually got Nathan this for his birthday but it's rather hard to hide a big wheel for a month.  &lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FK_h41lJ4MA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He was rather anxious to get his candles blown out so that we could do it "again".&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dqPSJX8zzoM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-3191026424673410082?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3191026424673410082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=3191026424673410082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/3191026424673410082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/3191026424673410082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/06/more-birthday.html' title='more birthday'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FK_h41lJ4MA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-5451395100440136081</id><published>2011-06-13T17:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T18:07:18.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nathan's 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qvBwuqQU3fE/TfaxfE6g4-I/AAAAAAAAEOc/SHW5aREDQKY/s1600/IMG_0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rD0QwYrOZXg/TfaxeNpiS7I/AAAAAAAAEOM/mTcjQPuYtM4/s1600/IMG_0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rD0QwYrOZXg/TfaxeNpiS7I/AAAAAAAAEOM/mTcjQPuYtM4/s320/IMG_0295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617872717809339314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so hard to believe that two years have gone by and my baby is now 2.  After he arrived in our arms two years ago, we were torn between the names Daniel and Nathan.  Nathan means "a gift from God".  I knew that his presence in our life had already been a gift so it just made sense; he would be Nathan.  After two years, he continues to live up to his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nZfxytARm_w/Tfaxd0pj_MI/AAAAAAAAEOE/Y8gRTv14kDY/s1600/IMG_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nZfxytARm_w/Tfaxd0pj_MI/AAAAAAAAEOE/Y8gRTv14kDY/s320/IMG_0288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617872711098563778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loves life.  He claps like crazy when he's happy.  His entire body moves as he claps.  He is a sweet boy.  He loves babies and wants to hold everyone he sees whether we know them or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1VfAdVyYxyw/Tfaxe3sBOvI/AAAAAAAAEOU/Yw7j6WzbROU/s1600/IMG_0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1VfAdVyYxyw/Tfaxe3sBOvI/AAAAAAAAEOU/Yw7j6WzbROU/s320/IMG_0300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617872729094044402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although the independence and opinions are beginning to be vocalized, I continue to speak into his little being that he is a gift!  Although he doesn't speak with full sentences, he has mastered using the potty!  Although he can't quite keep up, he never tires of playing with his siblings.  Remarkably they have yet to tire of him either- mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qvBwuqQU3fE/TfaxfE6g4-I/AAAAAAAAEOc/SHW5aREDQKY/s1600/IMG_0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qvBwuqQU3fE/TfaxfE6g4-I/AAAAAAAAEOc/SHW5aREDQKY/s320/IMG_0312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617872732644500450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We drink a lot of water  at this house. Although Nathan had his own camelbak sippy cup, he much preferred grazing off his siblings camelbaks.  So I felt it was time for him to run with the big dogs and have his own.  A good friend of mine said recently, "If I was guaranteed to have a boy as sweet as Nathan, I would have another in a heart beat.".  I have to say, I couldn't agree with her more.  He is a gift and keeper in my book.  Happy birthday sweet boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-5451395100440136081?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5451395100440136081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=5451395100440136081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/5451395100440136081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/5451395100440136081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/06/nathans-2.html' title='Nathan&apos;s 2'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rD0QwYrOZXg/TfaxeNpiS7I/AAAAAAAAEOM/mTcjQPuYtM4/s72-c/IMG_0295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-392091398321914663</id><published>2011-06-12T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T11:07:09.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear cub</title><content type='html'>Peter has yet again successfully completed another year in cub scouts.  The Blue and Gold awards ceremony was last week.  Peter was awarded with his Bear cub badge along with several other elective awards.  Peter and his Cub Master were explaining to the audience what some of the requirements were for the Bear cub badge and what some of the other patches were that Peter had earned.  With his dad's help and support, Peter accomplished many things this year.  We are very proud of him.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5oIN8TiFNg/TfT_Z_oFd_I/AAAAAAAAEN0/s_71P0Dkc7M/s1600/IMG_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5oIN8TiFNg/TfT_Z_oFd_I/AAAAAAAAEN0/s_71P0Dkc7M/s320/IMG_0275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617395457279227890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U6_TDMkEnyM/TfT_ZSJr9rI/AAAAAAAAENs/7eSLOApWBlI/s1600/IMG_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U6_TDMkEnyM/TfT_ZSJr9rI/AAAAAAAAENs/7eSLOApWBlI/s320/IMG_0261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617395445072131762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For the record, Peter landed this nasty forehead injury after running into a tree playing flashlight tag!  Sometimes it tough being a kid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-392091398321914663?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/392091398321914663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=392091398321914663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/392091398321914663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/392091398321914663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/06/bear-cub.html' title='Bear cub'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5oIN8TiFNg/TfT_Z_oFd_I/AAAAAAAAEN0/s_71P0Dkc7M/s72-c/IMG_0275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-9110628357778998435</id><published>2011-05-26T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T17:32:59.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beach week in review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ARbLQ2SCwGs/Td7w6rwWt9I/AAAAAAAAENg/bqYvL1MjFDM/s1600/IMG_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ARbLQ2SCwGs/Td7w6rwWt9I/AAAAAAAAENg/bqYvL1MjFDM/s320/IMG_0223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611187076718835666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a most enjoyable week at the beach last week. It's hard to know where to begin.   We had an all around great time!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PoevJmn4AkA/Td7uSLCrpmI/AAAAAAAAEM4/6r3hhQ8UVLI/s1600/IMG_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PoevJmn4AkA/Td7uSLCrpmI/AAAAAAAAEM4/6r3hhQ8UVLI/s320/IMG_0182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611184181719311970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We fished; we spent hours at the beach.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wS5HVgvK3Kk/Td7uRqKr-VI/AAAAAAAAEMw/6armn8lkh-k/s1600/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wS5HVgvK3Kk/Td7uRqKr-VI/AAAAAAAAEMw/6armn8lkh-k/s320/IMG_0167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611184172894517586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate out at some of our favorite beach joints; we ate foods with no nutritional value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Bm7VBsTrlo/Td7uRm4x98I/AAAAAAAAEMo/y902HHbnVEM/s1600/IMG_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Bm7VBsTrlo/Td7uRm4x98I/AAAAAAAAEMo/y902HHbnVEM/s320/IMG_0135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611184172014106562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent time with friends; we enjoyed time with cousins and grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nmq0rMNN3ME/Td7uRE_zRAI/AAAAAAAAEMg/DZ4Rs8biYxk/s1600/IMG_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nmq0rMNN3ME/Td7uRE_zRAI/AAAAAAAAEMg/DZ4Rs8biYxk/s320/IMG_0102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611184162916746242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stayed at the beach longer than we ever have- long enough for the kids to actually ask if we could go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gkvVGDTSy6M/Td7uQwgVcFI/AAAAAAAAEMY/xkwr9-ARzM8/s1600/IMG_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gkvVGDTSy6M/Td7uQwgVcFI/AAAAAAAAEMY/xkwr9-ARzM8/s320/IMG_0092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611184157416058962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We played with the puppy; we took bike rides and walks on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9pxtpLTzf34/Td7vin00raI/AAAAAAAAENI/_AQvgv2O_gs/s1600/IMG_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9pxtpLTzf34/Td7vin00raI/AAAAAAAAENI/_AQvgv2O_gs/s320/IMG_0195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611185563835346338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We even talked Philip's cousin into babysitting 7 kids so we could go to my cousin's wedding.  We came back and they were all wearing tatoos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GmKxbXv8lG8/Td7viBt20DI/AAAAAAAAENA/qKhTuQq5zUE/s1600/IMG_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GmKxbXv8lG8/Td7viBt20DI/AAAAAAAAENA/qKhTuQq5zUE/s320/IMG_0194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611185553605578802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We wrapped vacation up with icees from Burger King. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7aAFzHDUGt0/Td7vjCkvfiI/AAAAAAAAENY/mN-b6Cd3e_c/s1600/IMG_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7aAFzHDUGt0/Td7vjCkvfiI/AAAAAAAAENY/mN-b6Cd3e_c/s320/IMG_0226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611185571015654946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know it was what we call, "vacation, vacation" when Nathan gets his very own icee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fWQM_egNDME/Td7vi_qQZ1I/AAAAAAAAENQ/Q-i5XuQjYik/s1600/IMG_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fWQM_egNDME/Td7vi_qQZ1I/AAAAAAAAENQ/Q-i5XuQjYik/s320/IMG_0225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611185570233476946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh and did I mention that I got an Ultra Flip camera for my birthday!  So if all these photos weren't enough for you get ready for some videos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-9110628357778998435?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/9110628357778998435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=9110628357778998435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/9110628357778998435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/9110628357778998435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/05/beach-week-in-review.html' title='beach week in review'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ARbLQ2SCwGs/Td7w6rwWt9I/AAAAAAAAENg/bqYvL1MjFDM/s72-c/IMG_0223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-6600740846817941918</id><published>2011-05-26T16:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T16:54:28.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Emma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Js3GLuupefA/Td7k7-AY6bI/AAAAAAAAEMA/T9Odt3__w2Q/s1600/IMG_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Js3GLuupefA/Td7k7-AY6bI/AAAAAAAAEMA/T9Odt3__w2Q/s320/IMG_0164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611173904658262450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe that my one and only baby girl is turning 7 tomorrow.  It has been a fun year watching Emma grow and mature.  She's had her first year of gymnastics and her first sleep overs.  She has become a great reader and one who enjoys to learn, draw, paint and write.  She continues to be a great helper who enjoys being with others.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-64eN2c9Qd-s/Td7k8YMWeZI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/urKjuW3Q2u4/s1600/IMG_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-64eN2c9Qd-s/Td7k8YMWeZI/AAAAAAAAEMQ/urKjuW3Q2u4/s320/IMG_0165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611173911687756178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've heard her tell others that she wants to be a nurse when she grows up. Not too long ago, we shared a beautiful conversation around the kitchen table about boyfriends.  She told me doesn't even want to have a boyfriend until she knows that is what God wants for her.  She has grown in her understanding of God and how he lives within her.  She has cared for, fought with, read to, played with and loved her brothers in such beautiful ways. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pMOppzJrIGw/Td7k8GSpleI/AAAAAAAAEMI/-SNV3XyksiA/s1600/IMG_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pMOppzJrIGw/Td7k8GSpleI/AAAAAAAAEMI/-SNV3XyksiA/s320/IMG_0197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611173906882336226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is a blessing to us and we are proud to call her daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-6600740846817941918?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6600740846817941918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=6600740846817941918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6600740846817941918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6600740846817941918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-birthday-emma.html' title='Happy birthday Emma'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Js3GLuupefA/Td7k7-AY6bI/AAAAAAAAEMA/T9Odt3__w2Q/s72-c/IMG_0164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-5376452171829014711</id><published>2011-05-11T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T05:02:58.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The zoo</title><content type='html'>It's been two years since we took the kids to the Zoo.  We joined up with a bunch of Philip's family and took advantage of the free passes due to our homeschool.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xy_PQF72Xnw/Tcp5iANUmGI/AAAAAAAAELo/3a-xoZ-GnR0/s1600/IMG_9938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xy_PQF72Xnw/Tcp5iANUmGI/AAAAAAAAELo/3a-xoZ-GnR0/s320/IMG_9938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605426311294392418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As way of introduction, this adorable little fellow on Peter's lap is Ethan Russell Chryst.  He is in the process of officially becoming part of the Chryst family by way of adoption but he has already made into our hearts and into the home of Peter and Nantasha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LPLqRRPZEbI/Tcp5ik3IfHI/AAAAAAAAEL4/JUh9Fq5EyqA/s1600/IMG_9934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LPLqRRPZEbI/Tcp5ik3IfHI/AAAAAAAAEL4/JUh9Fq5EyqA/s320/IMG_9934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605426321133436018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was great to have additional hands and arms as Nathan spent most of his time out of the stroller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-khN_7Sr5WSE/Tcp5iHPS--I/AAAAAAAAELw/_gPPOp4a658/s1600/IMG_9932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-khN_7Sr5WSE/Tcp5iHPS--I/AAAAAAAAELw/_gPPOp4a658/s320/IMG_9932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605426313181723618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although the temperature couldn't have been any cooler, it's hard to resist the mist fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KYQ9dVYPGzk/Tcp5h6tt58I/AAAAAAAAELg/b0kMse4lkac/s1600/IMG_9948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KYQ9dVYPGzk/Tcp5h6tt58I/AAAAAAAAELg/b0kMse4lkac/s320/IMG_9948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605426309819656130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-97fVBXx41io/Tcp5hr03X8I/AAAAAAAAELY/vDunl2XrFCY/s1600/IMG_9945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-97fVBXx41io/Tcp5hr03X8I/AAAAAAAAELY/vDunl2XrFCY/s320/IMG_9945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605426305823104962" 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/8371064070000742777-5376452171829014711?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5376452171829014711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=5376452171829014711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/5376452171829014711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/5376452171829014711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/05/zoo.html' title='The zoo'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xy_PQF72Xnw/Tcp5iANUmGI/AAAAAAAAELo/3a-xoZ-GnR0/s72-c/IMG_9938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-5364851568068873709</id><published>2011-05-11T04:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T04:46:43.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irresistible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's hard to decide which one is more irresistible this juicy fresh picked strawberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9A1Om6PEMgE/Tcp2CmrClvI/AAAAAAAAELQ/DJaTW2bdmjM/s1600/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9A1Om6PEMgE/Tcp2CmrClvI/AAAAAAAAELQ/DJaTW2bdmjM/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605422473328891634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or this face?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N8v-92nDnI0/Tcp2CQxpC9I/AAAAAAAAELI/B_XlRwjOghM/s1600/IMG_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N8v-92nDnI0/Tcp2CQxpC9I/AAAAAAAAELI/B_XlRwjOghM/s320/IMG_0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605422467450997714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We met some friends at the strawberry patch on Mother's Day to pick some yummy strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J4FMOYupflM/Tcp2CHN62gI/AAAAAAAAELA/ERoXKGB7YVw/s1600/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J4FMOYupflM/Tcp2CHN62gI/AAAAAAAAELA/ERoXKGB7YVw/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605422464885250562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As if Nathan's face wasn't a confession enough, Philip did confess that we ate a "few" strawberries when we paid.  They assured us that it's included in the price!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-opZmyOc0b5A/Tcp2B5EGxeI/AAAAAAAAEK4/BfkMVO1tKHE/s1600/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-opZmyOc0b5A/Tcp2B5EGxeI/AAAAAAAAEK4/BfkMVO1tKHE/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605422461085992418" 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/8371064070000742777-5364851568068873709?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5364851568068873709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=5364851568068873709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/5364851568068873709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/5364851568068873709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/05/irresistible.html' title='Irresistible'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9A1Om6PEMgE/Tcp2CmrClvI/AAAAAAAAELQ/DJaTW2bdmjM/s72-c/IMG_0044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-7744032449647016428</id><published>2011-05-03T12:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T12:18:02.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Fever</title><content type='html'>I am no longer able to deny that I truly have spring fever.  The weather  has been just too beautiful to stay inside.  I've tried opening the  windows but the outdoors continues to draw us.  Some days we bring our  notebooks with us allowing me to feel at least slightly productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4UxUq_axUfo/TcBTw95HveI/AAAAAAAAEKg/R_99pMaLklk/s1600/IMG_9905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4UxUq_axUfo/TcBTw95HveI/AAAAAAAAEKg/R_99pMaLklk/s320/IMG_9905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602570037161868770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We wrote about the things we saw, heard and smelled.  We drew pictures of the things around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q0IBQlB_xjw/TcBTwhnWaQI/AAAAAAAAEKY/r08ew5R9M5I/s1600/IMG_9908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q0IBQlB_xjw/TcBTwhnWaQI/AAAAAAAAEKY/r08ew5R9M5I/s320/IMG_9908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602570029571139842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Other days, like today, we just played.  There's definitely more on my school agenda to complete before we call it a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ2JNmCVVcw/TcBTxYpXNJI/AAAAAAAAEKw/wiupjCysNHk/s1600/IMG_9913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LJ2JNmCVVcw/TcBTxYpXNJI/AAAAAAAAEKw/wiupjCysNHk/s320/IMG_9913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602570044343530642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just know these refreshingly cool and bug free days won't last much longer and I hate to spend them indoors.  Besides, there is so much to learn from playing.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jnxuorb4Ap4/TcBTxFtG_gI/AAAAAAAAEKo/5lcJ_SZhpPU/s1600/IMG_9911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jnxuorb4Ap4/TcBTxFtG_gI/AAAAAAAAEKo/5lcJ_SZhpPU/s320/IMG_9911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602570039258971650" 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/8371064070000742777-7744032449647016428?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7744032449647016428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=7744032449647016428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7744032449647016428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7744032449647016428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/05/spring-fever.html' title='Spring Fever'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4UxUq_axUfo/TcBTw95HveI/AAAAAAAAEKg/R_99pMaLklk/s72-c/IMG_9905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-852896048684818588</id><published>2011-04-21T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T12:42:34.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>byebye blonde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v6NrPeP02E4/TbCIFjpmROI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/s2oFz7d3jXk/s1600/IMG_9889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v6NrPeP02E4/TbCIFjpmROI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/s2oFz7d3jXk/s320/IMG_9889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598123965871965410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I knew it was time.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the heart to have his Daddy's buzz cut- just yet.&lt;br /&gt;So a friend graciously gave Nathan his first real hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;These will be the last photos of that baby blonde with hair long enough for a pony tail or a&lt;br /&gt;bath time mohawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-spaNbK0dhEk/TbCIFW_cw2I/AAAAAAAAEKI/XH5KEFT5tpw/s1600/IMG_9899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-spaNbK0dhEk/TbCIFW_cw2I/AAAAAAAAEKI/XH5KEFT5tpw/s320/IMG_9899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598123962473956194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He does look "all grown up" but he's still as cute as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3QSUQZNvu2Y/TbCIFFUws0I/AAAAAAAAEKA/0Su17rpmojE/s1600/IMG_9903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3QSUQZNvu2Y/TbCIFFUws0I/AAAAAAAAEKA/0Su17rpmojE/s320/IMG_9903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598123957731504962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At least that's what I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-852896048684818588?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/852896048684818588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=852896048684818588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/852896048684818588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/852896048684818588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/04/byebye-blonde.html' title='byebye blonde'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v6NrPeP02E4/TbCIFjpmROI/AAAAAAAAEKQ/s2oFz7d3jXk/s72-c/IMG_9889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-1412931193267380895</id><published>2011-04-18T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T11:53:57.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma's turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XJqQGexUaOE/TayHSp2zM5I/AAAAAAAAEJg/wjrY9HTsqGs/s1600/IMG_9780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XJqQGexUaOE/TayHSp2zM5I/AAAAAAAAEJg/wjrY9HTsqGs/s320/IMG_9780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596997191457780626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luckily for me, Emma chose a fairly easy project for her turn.  We patiently waited for Nathan to take his nap and Peter to go for his Cub Scout trip.   She chose to make potato stamps.  Although we worked diligently, we still weren't finished when Nathan awoke.  Since I was in the 'yes' mood, I thought, "he'll enjoy painting; it can't be that bad".&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VQp3Xsmp8FE/TayHTFqdJzI/AAAAAAAAEJo/XM6EYBQ3RZA/s1600/IMG_9781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VQp3Xsmp8FE/TayHTFqdJzI/AAAAAAAAEJo/XM6EYBQ3RZA/s320/IMG_9781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596997198922196786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emma had a lot fun teaching Nathan how to use the stamps.  It didn't take him long to catch on to the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UezpWVvfbck/TayHTXd_CZI/AAAAAAAAEJw/lWKEfnc05_8/s1600/IMG_9783.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/-UezpWVvfbck/TayHTXd_CZI/AAAAAAAAEJw/lWKEfnc05_8/s320/IMG_9783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596997203701729682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He looks like a little professional doesn't he?  Oh and yes he is wearing his pjs and yes it is around 2 in the afternoon.  He did have on clothes but after discovering his fishy pjs in the pile of clean clothes he really wanted them on.  After listening to him cry, say change- fishy, and follow me around for a good 15 minutes, I gave in to his desire!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-evE9wFlWNTw/TayHUYLvc_I/AAAAAAAAEJ4/D8TncDm6bAE/s1600/IMG_9785.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/-evE9wFlWNTw/TayHUYLvc_I/AAAAAAAAEJ4/D8TncDm6bAE/s320/IMG_9785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596997221073515506" 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/8371064070000742777-1412931193267380895?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1412931193267380895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=1412931193267380895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/1412931193267380895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/1412931193267380895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/04/emmas-turn.html' title='Emma&apos;s turn'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XJqQGexUaOE/TayHSp2zM5I/AAAAAAAAEJg/wjrY9HTsqGs/s72-c/IMG_9780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-2808230925942085308</id><published>2011-04-18T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T04:17:41.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oOHiGGrv2cQ/Tawb-TaCXjI/AAAAAAAAEJY/eO5HON2Cqkc/s1600/IMG_9802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oOHiGGrv2cQ/Tawb-TaCXjI/AAAAAAAAEJY/eO5HON2Cqkc/s320/IMG_9802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596879194090004018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I awoke Saturday morning with a clearly overcast and obviously rainy day ahead of us.  Soccer practice was canceled; baseball practice was canceled and even I wasn't going to send the kids outside.  Something within in me was prompting me that I needed to say, "yes" today.  I must admit that I am not great at saying "yes" to things that will probably make a mess, cause a disruption, require me to help or well you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;So when Peter asked me before he had even had breakfast, "Can I build a castle out of cardboard?" I was prepared.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even tell him to eat breakfast! When he acquired all the cardboard he could find from the recycling, I could tell that it was either him or I that was going to have to be using the utility knife all morning.  In the spirit of "yes", I found myself teaching Peter how to use the knife and then praying that that wasn't a mistake and wondering do other moms let their 8 year olds use these things?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ChwsFccqxsk/Tawa4McxP7I/AAAAAAAAEIw/akFkhgxK74I/s1600/IMG_9786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ChwsFccqxsk/Tawa4McxP7I/AAAAAAAAEIw/akFkhgxK74I/s320/IMG_9786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596877989631573938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not long after he had quickly mastered the knife, I realized that Elmer's school glue just wasn't going to cut it.  If this project was going to be successful, I would have to supply the hot glue.  I was busy enough keeping my other 3 kids at bay from this  very interesting and large kitchen table project that I didn't want to be the one hot gluing all afternoon.  So before I thought too much about it, I taught Peter how to use the hot glue and then thought, again, do other 3rd graders use hot glue guns.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iv3QlsenmqQ/Tawa4bxD0TI/AAAAAAAAEI4/cMczsI35fQM/s1600/IMG_9787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iv3QlsenmqQ/Tawa4bxD0TI/AAAAAAAAEI4/cMczsI35fQM/s320/IMG_9787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596877993743208754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm really glad I said, "yes" this morning because I was truly amazed by what he created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0a7aaVWIyog/Tawa5Bw_FZI/AAAAAAAAEJI/Ed8_yl-m7b0/s1600/IMG_9790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0a7aaVWIyog/Tawa5Bw_FZI/AAAAAAAAEJI/Ed8_yl-m7b0/s320/IMG_9790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596878003943445906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He has grand plans of painting the castle.  Well he may let his sister do that for him!  As the teacher in me, I was thrilled to see the attention to detail he paid.  I loved that he had out &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/products/catalog?q=Ms.+Frizzles+Medieval+Castle&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;cid=10139882753565552504&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=gR2sTbvqNsTr0gG4xpjSDA&amp;amp;ved=0CE0Q8wIwAA#"&gt;Ms. Frizzle's Medieval Castle&lt;/a&gt; book out the entire time.   I was pleased to hear the vocabulary words stumble out of his mouth like portcullis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GpBgCnBLdi0/Tawa5UcYEXI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/I-3yoniH-rM/s1600/IMG_9797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GpBgCnBLdi0/Tawa5UcYEXI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/I-3yoniH-rM/s320/IMG_9797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596878008957276530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stayed tuned.....I said yes to other children in the house too.  I even gave Emma our &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/products/catalog?q=the+great+big+book+of+art&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;hs=DbS&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;prmd=ivns&amp;amp;resnum=4&amp;amp;biw=1024&amp;amp;bih=578&amp;amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;cid=2134590080969135118&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;ei=yBysTarAIYTdgQfm0IH0BQ&amp;amp;ved=0CF8Q8wIwAA#"&gt;Great Big book of Art &lt;/a&gt;book to browse through for ideas.  I did declare that it was a one project per person at a time and that did make it much more manageable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0QgBV-sMa0M/Tawa4pzKypI/AAAAAAAAEJA/sHNiLvr-fds/s1600/IMG_9789.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iv3QlsenmqQ/Tawa4bxD0TI/AAAAAAAAEI4/cMczsI35fQM/s1600/IMG_9787.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ChwsFccqxsk/Tawa4McxP7I/AAAAAAAAEIw/akFkhgxK74I/s1600/IMG_9786.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-2808230925942085308?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2808230925942085308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=2808230925942085308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/2808230925942085308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/2808230925942085308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/04/yes.html' title='yes'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oOHiGGrv2cQ/Tawb-TaCXjI/AAAAAAAAEJY/eO5HON2Cqkc/s72-c/IMG_9802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-3937555764921724681</id><published>2011-04-14T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T18:21:09.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Field trips</title><content type='html'>Thanks again to a good friend who is still creative, ambitious and organized after having two kids, &lt;a href="http://anestintherocks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;, we had a fun morning with Mr. Fuller.  Mr. Fuller owns one of the Taekowndo schools in town.  He spent an hour with the kids teaching them about "stranger danger", respect, how to love your parents and then finally some self-protection moves.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eND3kqQRzS8/TaebHBilxTI/AAAAAAAAEIg/8FVPNwQ8wSg/s1600/IMG_9762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eND3kqQRzS8/TaebHBilxTI/AAAAAAAAEIg/8FVPNwQ8wSg/s320/IMG_9762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595611607006037298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This would be the beginning "STOP" position!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rh1QETKtSZo/TaebG89Ww7I/AAAAAAAAEIY/KjIZisLfuNE/s1600/IMG_9768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rh1QETKtSZo/TaebG89Ww7I/AAAAAAAAEIY/KjIZisLfuNE/s320/IMG_9768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595611605776122802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This would be when you jump to avoid a kick while yelling STOP at the same time.  Needless to say this group of all boys but Emma were really good at yelling stop.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iM_4jI-0i-0/TaebGVrZXiI/AAAAAAAAEII/7ewK4Q1vFwY/s1600/IMG_9762.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This would be Nathan who spent the majority of the time hanging out or trying to play the part of the "attacker"!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qTm41EqJW8U/TaeckCYUydI/AAAAAAAAEIo/to2FkoWTZzY/s1600/IMG_9774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qTm41EqJW8U/TaeckCYUydI/AAAAAAAAEIo/to2FkoWTZzY/s320/IMG_9774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595613204959250898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although Mr. Fuller, clearly explained that the moves he taught should only be used in his classroom or if you are in danger, they have been reenacted in my living room.  It was decided that the moves could be practiced outside as long as they didn't come crying to me if they got hurt!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-3937555764921724681?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3937555764921724681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=3937555764921724681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/3937555764921724681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/3937555764921724681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/04/field-trips.html' title='Field trips'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eND3kqQRzS8/TaebHBilxTI/AAAAAAAAEIg/8FVPNwQ8wSg/s72-c/IMG_9762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-2938088814480122245</id><published>2011-04-12T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T18:00:16.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alligator</title><content type='html'>We haven't been our usual faithful story time participants this year.  Unfortunately, it just hasn't worked out.  However, the last few weeks we made it a point to go.  At the end of the stories, Ms. Christy and the kids sing this song.  Apparently, Nathan had been listening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g89o3nGsUEA?hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g89o3nGsUEA?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;They sing the song through twice and then do a "big ending"!  That would be Nathan's favorite part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh- Nathan is fairly good at saying alligator but has yet to say "Peter".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-2938088814480122245?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2938088814480122245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=2938088814480122245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/2938088814480122245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/2938088814480122245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/04/alligator.html' title='Alligator'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-6371514106808762362</id><published>2011-04-12T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T10:16:46.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little Shout out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gLa8SIYjZqM/TaSI8io7-CI/AAAAAAAACC4/klVRbnXJdQc/s1600/IMG_9635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gLa8SIYjZqM/TaSI8io7-CI/AAAAAAAACC4/klVRbnXJdQc/s320/IMG_9635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594747210773035042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just wanted to give a little shout out to the best wife ever.  She is my best friend, and I thought this picture really portrayed her well.  She is fun and energetic.  She does such an awesome job keeping up with the blog.  I could not make it with out her.  We make a good team!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-6371514106808762362?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6371514106808762362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=6371514106808762362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6371514106808762362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6371514106808762362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-little-shout-out.html' title='Just a little Shout out...'/><author><name>Philip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vXnGJRRbhj4/Tezei8wbTlI/AAAAAAAACHE/TD_pI7LjsCU/s220/DSC01080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gLa8SIYjZqM/TaSI8io7-CI/AAAAAAAACC4/klVRbnXJdQc/s72-c/IMG_9635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-4331531177421385763</id><published>2011-04-09T10:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T11:09:28.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First born</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hy2oH-fD4/TaCeC6vTtyI/AAAAAAAAEH4/uxilKySL5iQ/s1600/IMG_9135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hy2oH-fD4/TaCeC6vTtyI/AAAAAAAAEH4/uxilKySL5iQ/s320/IMG_9135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593644510158763810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The house is relatively quiet and I'm resisting the urge to take a nap.  I have been thinking for some time that I haven't actually recorded any of my thoughts about the kids or life lately.  My time and mind has been on other things.  Peter has been growing and maturing this winter like no other.  Practically speaking he weighed in at his allergy check up at 4'5 and 70.2lbs.  It's no wonder that I can hardly keep this boy full!  His hopes and dreams right now are to play basketball for Duke and become an archeologist. I don't mind so much that he dreams of going to Duke because he knows full well that he has to make some amazing grades to get there!  When he's not talking about basketball, his conversations usually fall to some other sport or perhaps a book he's read recently.  I am thrilled that he has learned to wash dishes.  His love for his baby brother has yet to wane.  I love to see the care and interest he show Nathan.  Admittingly, there are times when I have to declare Nathan "off limits" in order to keep him focused or to just give Nathan some space!  He is bright, loving and respectful and I'm thankful that he's ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPP36ybN61o/TaCggUdnaVI/AAAAAAAAEIA/nOY-0BDZtUA/s1600/IMG_9344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YPP36ybN61o/TaCggUdnaVI/AAAAAAAAEIA/nOY-0BDZtUA/s320/IMG_9344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593647214303340882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-4331531177421385763?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4331531177421385763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=4331531177421385763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/4331531177421385763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/4331531177421385763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-born.html' title='First born'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t8hy2oH-fD4/TaCeC6vTtyI/AAAAAAAAEH4/uxilKySL5iQ/s72-c/IMG_9135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-1942308773132542720</id><published>2011-04-08T13:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T18:44:17.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach trip</title><content type='html'>We stole away to the coast while Philip was with the youth group.  The air was crisp; the wind was brisk but it was still the beach.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3990PoUb7zU/TZ-5PqDBxfI/AAAAAAAAEHg/OMcGKXlrRPk/s1600/IMG_9612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3990PoUb7zU/TZ-5PqDBxfI/AAAAAAAAEHg/OMcGKXlrRPk/s320/IMG_9612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593392940853609970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YjVBsjJX2Ko/TZ9q8wO-pSI/AAAAAAAAEHY/EHxUeUH1S0M/s1600/IMG_9634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YjVBsjJX2Ko/TZ9q8wO-pSI/AAAAAAAAEHY/EHxUeUH1S0M/s320/IMG_9634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593306854189868322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-arD8gIEjuYk/TZ9qxtCNHLI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/0uolIANQCYg/s1600/IMG_9633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-arD8gIEjuYk/TZ9qxtCNHLI/AAAAAAAAEHQ/0uolIANQCYg/s320/IMG_9633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593306664352423090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DWIfGt2J15w/TZ9qiBiiiwI/AAAAAAAAEHI/isOJqJUFNy8/s1600/IMG_9641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DWIfGt2J15w/TZ9qiBiiiwI/AAAAAAAAEHI/isOJqJUFNy8/s320/IMG_9641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593306394978847490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6TPDqJ3fGI/TZ9qPdr_9AI/AAAAAAAAEHA/cciadTyc-hs/s1600/IMG_9620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O6TPDqJ3fGI/TZ9qPdr_9AI/AAAAAAAAEHA/cciadTyc-hs/s320/IMG_9620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593306076117201922" 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/8371064070000742777-1942308773132542720?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1942308773132542720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=1942308773132542720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/1942308773132542720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/1942308773132542720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/04/beach-trip.html' title='Beach trip'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3990PoUb7zU/TZ-5PqDBxfI/AAAAAAAAEHg/OMcGKXlrRPk/s72-c/IMG_9612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-2860217739420204899</id><published>2011-04-06T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T13:06:09.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight of Honor</title><content type='html'>My grandfather had the opportunity to participate in the Flight of Honor.  He actually was interviewed by WRAL- TV5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="_8085243" data="http://wwwcache.wral.com/presentation/v2/flash/video/vp-wral.swf?v=20100913a" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="324" width="576"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://wwwcache.wral.com/presentation/v2/flash/video/vp-wral.swf?v=20100913a"&gt;&lt;param name="index" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="config={'plugins':{},'url':'http://www.wral.com/news/local/video/9394577/?version=fpconfig'}"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-2860217739420204899?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2860217739420204899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=2860217739420204899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/2860217739420204899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/2860217739420204899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/04/flight-of-honor_06.html' title='Flight of Honor'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-7364789176410118363</id><published>2011-03-27T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T10:47:02.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>It's a little past the date but I thought I would go ahead and post our fun times at a friend's home.  She hosted us for a St. Patrick's Day party.  The weather was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W2xSkyS13DY/TY91wuo4ENI/AAAAAAAAEFI/fIko1u8wV-A/s1600/IMG_9375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W2xSkyS13DY/TY91wuo4ENI/AAAAAAAAEFI/fIko1u8wV-A/s320/IMG_9375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588815142603722962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids painted murals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i3M12AwVVU0/TY91wTK_YdI/AAAAAAAAEFA/5xg8IjeF-SA/s1600/IMG_9377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i3M12AwVVU0/TY91wTK_YdI/AAAAAAAAEFA/5xg8IjeF-SA/s320/IMG_9377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588815135230616018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate and drank foods that were green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BS31FreyzDk/TY91vtsJHsI/AAAAAAAAEE4/5dGkCdZR_gI/s1600/IMG_9378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BS31FreyzDk/TY91vtsJHsI/AAAAAAAAEE4/5dGkCdZR_gI/s320/IMG_9378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588815125169118914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was even a contest to see who could wear the most green.  The boys seemed to turn this hammock into a boat.&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/-yiIAb9OpGck/TY91vT_JJUI/AAAAAAAAEEw/PQqP50kWKHM/s1600/IMG_9381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yiIAb9OpGck/TY91vT_JJUI/AAAAAAAAEEw/PQqP50kWKHM/s320/IMG_9381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588815118269490498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Needless to say there was a lot of shooting going on!  Nathan was trying to figure out how to blend in with the big boys.  He's getting the shooting noises down pat but aiming is another subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PNPsJB_PVp0/TY91u45ec2I/AAAAAAAAEEo/1xXybp6PdUI/s1600/IMG_9385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PNPsJB_PVp0/TY91u45ec2I/AAAAAAAAEEo/1xXybp6PdUI/s320/IMG_9385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588815110997963618" 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/8371064070000742777-7364789176410118363?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7364789176410118363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=7364789176410118363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7364789176410118363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7364789176410118363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/03/st-patricks-day.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W2xSkyS13DY/TY91wuo4ENI/AAAAAAAAEFI/fIko1u8wV-A/s72-c/IMG_9375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-657533959019069241</id><published>2011-03-19T18:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T18:54:22.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CNwtEp33T50/TYVchBKH6NI/AAAAAAAAEEM/skFh80R-7NY/s1600/IMG_9395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CNwtEp33T50/TYVchBKH6NI/AAAAAAAAEEM/skFh80R-7NY/s320/IMG_9395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585972635139303634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan shares his birthday with my grandfather.  As he enters his 5th year my grandfather begins is 91st year.  It's such a blessing that we get to celebrate the day together!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uq_NMJprSOs/TYVcf7RWZdI/AAAAAAAAED8/SPR-jJQUyeY/s1600/IMG_9408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uq_NMJprSOs/TYVcf7RWZdI/AAAAAAAAED8/SPR-jJQUyeY/s320/IMG_9408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585972616379131346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan is a cowboy at heart; he's been one for a while but just hasn't ha the outfit to prove it.  Well, he's all decked out and ready to fight the outlaws.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RuKPhiOCTqY/TYVcfEQgIPI/AAAAAAAAEDs/ll4mtvbWXA0/s1600/IMG_9406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RuKPhiOCTqY/TYVcfEQgIPI/AAAAAAAAEDs/ll4mtvbWXA0/s320/IMG_9406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585972601611624690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to admit that in my 8 1/2 years of motherhood these are the first two toy guns that have entered our possession.  Sure we have light sabers and a clone trooper gun thing- but these are the first click and shoot guns.  I'm afraid to admit but I will be buying a few more for a certain 1 year old that loves to have possession of the weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cXWBMBqyREg/TYVcgTD5hJI/AAAAAAAAEEE/SWg_Ox6sdSQ/s1600/IMG_9391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cXWBMBqyREg/TYVcgTD5hJI/AAAAAAAAEEE/SWg_Ox6sdSQ/s320/IMG_9391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585972622765163666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm glad my grandparents have good stable hearts because when we show up to visit we certainly cause a little bit of a disturbance from their normal quiet routine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lBkqMbBilPY/TYVcfYisWAI/AAAAAAAAED0/m0UbTvPlmBM/s1600/IMG_9403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lBkqMbBilPY/TYVcfYisWAI/AAAAAAAAED0/m0UbTvPlmBM/s320/IMG_9403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585972607056631810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope that we have will have many more birthdays to share together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RuKPhiOCTqY/TYVcfEQgIPI/AAAAAAAAEDs/ll4mtvbWXA0/s1600/IMG_9406.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-657533959019069241?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/657533959019069241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=657533959019069241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/657533959019069241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/657533959019069241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/03/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday boy'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CNwtEp33T50/TYVchBKH6NI/AAAAAAAAEEM/skFh80R-7NY/s72-c/IMG_9395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-1532576034840013889</id><published>2011-03-10T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T12:06:13.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oreo Olympics</title><content type='html'>The kids participated in an Oreo Olympics this morning! It was lots of fun.  They built towers;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-paD7AD2ufkc/TXkufFz49xI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/sqwGptEslx0/s1600/IMG_9344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-paD7AD2ufkc/TXkufFz49xI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/sqwGptEslx0/s320/IMG_9344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582544324773082898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they measured distances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kt8nFyVWhvY/TXkueoZpCzI/AAAAAAAAEDI/ujSKl4McvsA/s1600/IMG_9349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kt8nFyVWhvY/TXkueoZpCzI/AAAAAAAAEDI/ujSKl4McvsA/s320/IMG_9349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582544316878359346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and tried hard not to eat all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jJIm8XUUar0/TXkuecq8LoI/AAAAAAAAEDA/1sVTos91itc/s1600/IMG_9353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jJIm8XUUar0/TXkuecq8LoI/AAAAAAAAEDA/1sVTos91itc/s320/IMG_9353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582544313729691266" 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/8371064070000742777-1532576034840013889?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1532576034840013889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=1532576034840013889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/1532576034840013889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/1532576034840013889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/03/oreo-olympics.html' title='Oreo Olympics'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-paD7AD2ufkc/TXkufFz49xI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/sqwGptEslx0/s72-c/IMG_9344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-6902865668344958037</id><published>2011-03-04T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T18:16:55.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Room to breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJvJ1TZEgYs/TXGZpW2KzKI/AAAAAAAAECY/IbaNYusiUFM/s1600/IMG_9312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJvJ1TZEgYs/TXGZpW2KzKI/AAAAAAAAECY/IbaNYusiUFM/s320/IMG_9312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580410349075221666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to say that I have had a great week.  In many ways it felt like a 'staycation'.  My parents graciously offered to take Peter and Emma for the week.  While the older two were away writing books for this year's PBS Kids writing contest, I had room to breathe.  I didn't really know that I needed room to breathe until it was given to me.  When strangers or friends comment to me about 4 kids being a lot of work my token response is, "If you can handle two you can handle 4".  Though I still believe that, I was pleasantly reminded that there is a huge difference between 2 and 4 kids.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E--F0AywdwI/TXGZp-sOhFI/AAAAAAAAECo/1lkMtvDnbdU/s1600/IMG_9206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E--F0AywdwI/TXGZp-sOhFI/AAAAAAAAECo/1lkMtvDnbdU/s320/IMG_9206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580410359770940498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all had room to breathe.  Ryan had room to be the big man on campus.  He had room to climb to new heights and shoulder the responsibility of being a big brother.  We had tea parties, baked cookies, went the the park, made it to story time and read lots of books.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tt7VWYPbu-A/TXGZpiOPIRI/AAAAAAAAECg/8jM1t5VFTrY/s1600/IMG_9228.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although, there was some sibling conflict&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lbSwCrB1dnQ/TXGZpNONQ7I/AAAAAAAAECQ/oJm3DCLxRzc/s1600/IMG_9330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lbSwCrB1dnQ/TXGZpNONQ7I/AAAAAAAAECQ/oJm3DCLxRzc/s320/IMG_9330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580410346491691954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there just didn't seem to be quite as much!  I am looking forward to returning to a family of 6.  I hope to find a way to keep the peace, fun and room to breathe that we found this week.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5YmkpkdRbQ/TXGcst_1CuI/AAAAAAAAEC4/w_rGEBnN7dc/s1600/IMG_9225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5YmkpkdRbQ/TXGcst_1CuI/AAAAAAAAEC4/w_rGEBnN7dc/s320/IMG_9225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580413705364245218" 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/8371064070000742777-6902865668344958037?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6902865668344958037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=6902865668344958037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6902865668344958037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6902865668344958037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/03/room-to-breathe.html' title='Room to breathe'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJvJ1TZEgYs/TXGZpW2KzKI/AAAAAAAAECY/IbaNYusiUFM/s72-c/IMG_9312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-7033919480163756695</id><published>2011-03-03T16:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T16:31:51.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair</title><content type='html'>There's a certain fellow in my home that either needs&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ihn9kqtDMrs/TXAy0pRDuvI/AAAAAAAAECI/VApwDD4MPCo/s1600/IMG_9201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ihn9kqtDMrs/TXAy0pRDuvI/AAAAAAAAECI/VApwDD4MPCo/s320/IMG_9201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580015818324032242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a bath or a hair cut or both!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-7033919480163756695?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7033919480163756695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=7033919480163756695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7033919480163756695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7033919480163756695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/03/hair.html' title='Hair'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ihn9kqtDMrs/TXAy0pRDuvI/AAAAAAAAECI/VApwDD4MPCo/s72-c/IMG_9201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-6000900974467404931</id><published>2011-02-28T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T17:27:25.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we're safe!</title><content type='html'>Our woods are safe!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-StahNIa6pwI/TWxJcdJi4hI/AAAAAAAAECA/hrPzGpszv5U/s1600/IMG_9181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-StahNIa6pwI/TWxJcdJi4hI/AAAAAAAAECA/hrPzGpszv5U/s320/IMG_9181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578914791615029778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the Adventures of Robin Hood!  I never anticipated that Peter would be able to read the book.  It was only $1.04 and I couldn't pass it by.  I thought maybe over the summer or next year he'll pick it up.  I was wrong.  In a matter of about 4 days our life has begun to revolve around Sheerwood forest.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3wpiqAF-t9U/TWxJcCD3DRI/AAAAAAAAEB4/h4sqI3PREQE/s1600/IMG_9172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3wpiqAF-t9U/TWxJcCD3DRI/AAAAAAAAEB4/h4sqI3PREQE/s320/IMG_9172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578914784343428370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter and Emma are spending the week with my parents.  They are at "Writing camp"!  My mom is helping them write their books for the PBS kids writing contest.  This evening while talking to Peter on the phone he couldn't tell me enough how quiet it was there.  He kept looking around for Nathan.  He really missed him and Ryan too!I tried to encourage him to enjoy the quiet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-6000900974467404931?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6000900974467404931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=6000900974467404931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6000900974467404931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6000900974467404931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/02/were-safe.html' title='we&apos;re safe!'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-StahNIa6pwI/TWxJcdJi4hI/AAAAAAAAECA/hrPzGpszv5U/s72-c/IMG_9181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-4031308563911141580</id><published>2011-02-15T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T17:47:46.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tubes....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qsg13kFBM7A/TVsruCpU8AI/AAAAAAAAD-o/RHgxWrvaFBs/s1600/IMG_9156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qsg13kFBM7A/TVsruCpU8AI/AAAAAAAAD-o/RHgxWrvaFBs/s320/IMG_9156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574097033785307138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Nathan to the hospital last Wednesday for him to have tubes placed in his ears.  The ENT and surgery staff were unbelievably fast.  Thirty- five minutes after we said "good bye"  he was back in the recovery room.  He took a much needed early and long morning nap.  He seemed to have slept off much of the grogginess that the surgery caused.  Unfortunately, he seems to have had a virus going into surgery so he's yet to be back to 100%.  At least in my opinion, Nathan's vocabulary has skyrocketed since surgery.  He will now attempt to repeat words that are said to him and can put two words together.  I'm thankful we decided to go ahead with the tubes.  I look forward to staying out of the doctor's office for a good long while!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-4031308563911141580?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4031308563911141580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=4031308563911141580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/4031308563911141580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/4031308563911141580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/02/tubes.html' title='Tubes....'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qsg13kFBM7A/TVsruCpU8AI/AAAAAAAAD-o/RHgxWrvaFBs/s72-c/IMG_9156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-659115245086362197</id><published>2011-02-15T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T03:48:05.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>building</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm9-qgrMurc/TVpnssRINqI/AAAAAAAAD-g/hu2Zx1cl2KA/s1600/IMG_9162.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGVS8eAfzWA/TVpnsZyI4ZI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/IKV2mJhEZtM/s1600/IMG_9161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGVS8eAfzWA/TVpnsZyI4ZI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/IKV2mJhEZtM/s320/IMG_9161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573881501357498770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While my mother-in law was busy recovering &lt;a href="http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/02/tattered-and-torn.html"&gt;my couch&lt;/a&gt;.  My handy father -in- law was transforming the copy room at the church.  It went from a copy room- where your store things you don't know where to put- to an office!  It was an amazing transformation.  Bob was patient enough to let the older kids "help" him over the 3 days he worked in the room. &lt;br /&gt;It was a weekend of transformation here in Roxboro!  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm9-qgrMurc/TVpnssRINqI/AAAAAAAAD-g/hu2Zx1cl2KA/s1600/IMG_9162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm9-qgrMurc/TVpnssRINqI/AAAAAAAAD-g/hu2Zx1cl2KA/s320/IMG_9162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573881506319316642" 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/8371064070000742777-659115245086362197?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/659115245086362197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=659115245086362197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/659115245086362197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/659115245086362197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/02/building.html' title='building'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DGVS8eAfzWA/TVpnsZyI4ZI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/IKV2mJhEZtM/s72-c/IMG_9161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-7428412444183421361</id><published>2011-02-15T03:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T03:43:33.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tattered and torn</title><content type='html'>After being in our living room for 12 and 1/2 years, bearing the brunt of 4 kids and countless people who have sat upon or even slept upon, our couch has torn.Its' not just any couch, to me it holds precious memories.  It is a visual reminder of how God provides even the smallest of details to those whom He loves. I bought this couch just a few months before Philip and I were married.  I bought my first piece of adult furniture with money my grandparents had given to me upon graduation from college.  I bought this couch at the first place I stopped to look for couches. When I walked into the doors of the furniture store that was literally a few doors down from Philip's house, the owner said to me, "Today's your lucky day.  Anything you want is 50% off".  Seriously- I asked.  I knew I needed to take advantage of this and was determined to find a couch.  So, I'm attached!  Emotionally attached to this couch.  When I looked down a few weeks ago and saw that it was torn, not just in one place but in 3 places, it was crisis mode.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tX7dg2u2xXM/TVpmj__MxuI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/YmNMBYYUlXE/s1600/IMG_9151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tX7dg2u2xXM/TVpmj__MxuI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/YmNMBYYUlXE/s320/IMG_9151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573880257482376930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wasn't ready for a new couch. This one holds way too many memories.  It's just right.  It's the couch I sleep on when we have guests join us.  It's the couch that ever so often I get to take a nap on.  I wasn't ready to throw it to the curb.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mgiCUOvgUVc/TVpke61JpHI/AAAAAAAAD-I/Df5-wLt7I1Q/s1600/IMG_9152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mgiCUOvgUVc/TVpke61JpHI/AAAAAAAAD-I/Df5-wLt7I1Q/s320/IMG_9152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573877971175449714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thankfully, Philip's mother came to my rescue.  She saved my couch and extended it's life.  Silly, I know, it's just a couch.  But I do love this couch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-7428412444183421361?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7428412444183421361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=7428412444183421361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7428412444183421361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7428412444183421361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/02/tattered-and-torn.html' title='tattered and torn'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tX7dg2u2xXM/TVpmj__MxuI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/YmNMBYYUlXE/s72-c/IMG_9151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-2912921558895608252</id><published>2011-01-25T17:46:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T17:49:48.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>My grandmother celebrated her 90th birthday last week. The kids and I were able to share in the celebration with many of my aunts and uncles.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TT99ZaMx5rI/AAAAAAAAD9w/88L_-BKozl0/s1600/IMG_9035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TT99ZaMx5rI/AAAAAAAAD9w/88L_-BKozl0/s320/IMG_9035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566305539936347826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TT99Y0kCrKI/AAAAAAAAD9o/jDyzYS6vBg4/s1600/IMG_9034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TT99Y0kCrKI/AAAAAAAAD9o/jDyzYS6vBg4/s320/IMG_9034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566305529833368738" 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/8371064070000742777-2912921558895608252?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2912921558895608252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=2912921558895608252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/2912921558895608252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/2912921558895608252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TT99ZaMx5rI/AAAAAAAAD9w/88L_-BKozl0/s72-c/IMG_9035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-1791771802501762265</id><published>2011-01-25T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T17:46:17.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>49.6</title><content type='html'>That was what my indoor thermometer read when I happened to look at it around 2pm this afternoon.  Everybody, put your shoes on your going outside.  Surprisingly, there were not complaints.  I think they may have actually missed the outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TT971uh3ppI/AAAAAAAAD9g/_uW3VkymYv0/s1600/IMG_9065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TT971uh3ppI/AAAAAAAAD9g/_uW3VkymYv0/s320/IMG_9065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566303827406595730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TT971Tw_PAI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/TVFKhUyhM2E/s1600/IMG_9063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TT971Tw_PAI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/TVFKhUyhM2E/s320/IMG_9063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566303820222249986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TT971b7xbiI/AAAAAAAAD9Q/bssI-rFlXn0/s1600/IMG_9069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TT971b7xbiI/AAAAAAAAD9Q/bssI-rFlXn0/s320/IMG_9069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566303822414966306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TT971DqoZOI/AAAAAAAAD9I/vCbGNii_mN4/s1600/IMG_9050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TT971DqoZOI/AAAAAAAAD9I/vCbGNii_mN4/s320/IMG_9050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566303815900620002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peter was in a tree (literally) so I wasn't able to capture him!  It was such a nice change of pace to actually spend some time outdoors.  We definitely all needed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-1791771802501762265?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1791771802501762265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=1791771802501762265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/1791771802501762265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/1791771802501762265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/01/496.html' title='49.6'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TT971uh3ppI/AAAAAAAAD9g/_uW3VkymYv0/s72-c/IMG_9065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-8315889566916089293</id><published>2011-01-17T12:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T12:24:17.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TTSkkGis6vI/AAAAAAAAD8U/58hLK3G0QAg/s1600/IMG_9026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TTSkkGis6vI/AAAAAAAAD8U/58hLK3G0QAg/s320/IMG_9026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563252379847813874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I'm on a roll...oh wait I hear Nathan waking up from his nap.  &lt;br /&gt;So for those of you who haven't seen this picture of Emma on facebook- this summarizes our trip to Boone.  This would be Day 3- sledding down the hill at the back of our "Boone house" as Ryan understands it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TTSkkdGUy4I/AAAAAAAAD8c/9-NFpIbnh4o/s1600/IMG_8985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TTSkkdGUy4I/AAAAAAAAD8c/9-NFpIbnh4o/s320/IMG_8985.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563252385902807938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be Day 4 - after a few hours of sledding in what is now a foot and a half of snow.  It's amazing how much snow can accumulate in 24 hours.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TTSk0xqQnuI/AAAAAAAAD8k/U2kEQltlLg0/s1600/IMG_9005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TTSk0xqQnuI/AAAAAAAAD8k/U2kEQltlLg0/s320/IMG_9005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563252666300145378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-8315889566916089293?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8315889566916089293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=8315889566916089293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/8315889566916089293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/8315889566916089293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/01/coming-soon.html' title='Coming soon...'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TTSkkGis6vI/AAAAAAAAD8U/58hLK3G0QAg/s72-c/IMG_9026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-7219884729527256143</id><published>2011-01-17T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T12:12:20.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The</title><content type='html'>I am so far behind with my updates it almost seems silly to begin posting.  However, God has given me a sweet simple gift this afternoon and I have to record it before I forget. According to Peter we haven't "done school since like Thanksgiving".  He is little off but that is probably what it feels like.  Today is the first day that we got back to a full day of work.  A full day is what my kids think of as a school day- you know, chores are done, language arts books are used, handwriting is checked, math is done...In a quiet moment, Ryan had the opportunity to have my attention so we could do his school work and when my gift arrived.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TTSgvtF4UGI/AAAAAAAAD8M/4nWDSvWWIh8/s1600/IMG_9038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TTSgvtF4UGI/AAAAAAAAD8M/4nWDSvWWIh8/s320/IMG_9038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563248181127958626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  His writing is the highlighter.  It's his story I recorded but he wrote the word "the" (in every sentence).  Most days, I hope this little fellow will read by the age of 10.  Today, I have renewed hope that even though he is the third child and has no where near the amount of one on one teaching time that Peter had as a 4 and 1/2 year old, he is learning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-7219884729527256143?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7219884729527256143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=7219884729527256143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7219884729527256143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7219884729527256143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='The'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TTSgvtF4UGI/AAAAAAAAD8M/4nWDSvWWIh8/s72-c/IMG_9038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-47998030753042635</id><published>2011-01-14T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T11:18:26.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arctic/Antarctic Animal Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TTChYQJDgDI/AAAAAAAAD8E/_C8u9lYWM6s/s1600/Arctic%2BAntarctic%2BAnimals.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TTChYQJDgDI/AAAAAAAAD8E/_C8u9lYWM6s/s320/Arctic%2BAntarctic%2BAnimals.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562122977824440370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-47998030753042635?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/47998030753042635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=47998030753042635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/47998030753042635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/47998030753042635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/01/arcticantarctic-animal-survey.html' title='Arctic/Antarctic Animal Survey'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TTChYQJDgDI/AAAAAAAAD8E/_C8u9lYWM6s/s72-c/Arctic%2BAntarctic%2BAnimals.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-1517234707887094019</id><published>2011-01-02T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T18:07:44.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>year end</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TSEryLNGOqI/AAAAAAAAD74/Ujydk2O89HU/s1600/IMG_8897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TSEryLNGOqI/AAAAAAAAD74/Ujydk2O89HU/s320/IMG_8897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557771556153080482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the last of 2010 with a morning at the museum.  It was a nice day to burn some energy and explore new things.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TSErxy7p0ZI/AAAAAAAAD7w/idhOiXaE0dc/s1600/IMG_8903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TSErxy7p0ZI/AAAAAAAAD7w/idhOiXaE0dc/s320/IMG_8903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557771549637464466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are making preparations for our annual Boone trip.  We are all looking forward to getting away.  The kids are so excited about skiing.  I'm really excited because I don't think it will be quite as frigid as years past.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2011!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-1517234707887094019?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1517234707887094019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=1517234707887094019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/1517234707887094019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/1517234707887094019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2011/01/year-end.html' title='year end'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TSEryLNGOqI/AAAAAAAAD74/Ujydk2O89HU/s72-c/IMG_8897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-6731661129544882711</id><published>2010-12-30T05:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T05:43:21.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ouoNo7ses0k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ouoNo7ses0k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-6731661129544882711?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6731661129544882711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=6731661129544882711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6731661129544882711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6731661129544882711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Philip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vXnGJRRbhj4/Tezei8wbTlI/AAAAAAAACHE/TD_pI7LjsCU/s220/DSC01080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-5534441851500859165</id><published>2010-12-26T12:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T12:23:17.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White after Christmas</title><content type='html'>It has been a beautiful day to enjoy the snow. The kids are really getting the hang of snow man building and snow ball fighting!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TRejloJ2JKI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/_4qZQJq_FRw/s1600/IMG_8824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TRejloJ2JKI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/_4qZQJq_FRw/s320/IMG_8824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555088532213998754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although you can't tell, Emma is leaning against the "body" of a snowman they kids and their daddy built!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TRejlBHMk-I/AAAAAAAAD7A/y8933zpX7ys/s1600/IMG_8812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TRejlBHMk-I/AAAAAAAAD7A/y8933zpX7ys/s320/IMG_8812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555088521733903330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TRejk0pvWYI/AAAAAAAAD64/tBKYy9-o9uQ/s1600/IMG_8805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TRejk0pvWYI/AAAAAAAAD64/tBKYy9-o9uQ/s320/IMG_8805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555088518389127554" 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/8371064070000742777-5534441851500859165?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5534441851500859165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=5534441851500859165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/5534441851500859165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/5534441851500859165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/12/white-after-christmas.html' title='White after Christmas'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TRejloJ2JKI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/_4qZQJq_FRw/s72-c/IMG_8824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-6925467247165417246</id><published>2010-12-07T04:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T04:12:44.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>joy</title><content type='html'>My family (except for Nathan and myself) have been singing this song for at least a week straight.  I'm glad that it finally made it's debut so hopefully we can put it to rest!  Sometimes, I wonder where do my kids get their creativity from and why do they often burst out in some made up song.  This seems to be the reason!  Enjoy....&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FbANqz1ZgtE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FbANqz1ZgtE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I estimate we'll continue to hear this song sung around our house for atleast 8 more weeks then it should die out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-6925467247165417246?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6925467247165417246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=6925467247165417246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6925467247165417246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6925467247165417246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/12/joy.html' title='joy'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-624900676055140698</id><published>2010-12-06T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T11:50:42.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snow!</title><content type='html'>I was nestled in on the couch reading my book for Sunday school when I noticed the snow out the back window.  Needless to say, our afternoon plans were altered.  The winter  coats were officially dusted off and outside the kids went.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TP08-4pLj-I/AAAAAAAAD6M/K55E1HZ79aE/s1600/IMG_8738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TP08-4pLj-I/AAAAAAAAD6M/K55E1HZ79aE/s320/IMG_8738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547657367044984802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Emma told me that she prayed that God would make the snow stick so they would have something to play in.  She got what she prayed for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TP08-fQDXdI/AAAAAAAAD6E/Dc1ndzDlkQQ/s1600/IMG_8741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TP08-fQDXdI/AAAAAAAAD6E/Dc1ndzDlkQQ/s320/IMG_8741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547657360228703698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to a Peebles 60% off sale and my 20% off coupon, Nathan was able to break in his 2 day old new winter coat!  I got this sucker for $15.00!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TP08-JnRZqI/AAAAAAAAD58/3ISegF1tDp8/s1600/IMG_8734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TP08-JnRZqI/AAAAAAAAD58/3ISegF1tDp8/s320/IMG_8734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547657354420512418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you tell what Peter is attempting here?  That would be older brother teaching little brother to throw snow balls at me!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TP0893bnTlI/AAAAAAAAD50/i5XfsDkMNLg/s1600/IMG_8734.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TP09hFhOp-I/AAAAAAAAD6U/MDAl1CHbPl8/s1600/IMG_8739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TP09hFhOp-I/AAAAAAAAD6U/MDAl1CHbPl8/s320/IMG_8739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547657954616846306" 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/8371064070000742777-624900676055140698?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/624900676055140698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=624900676055140698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/624900676055140698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/624900676055140698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/12/snow.html' title='snow!'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TP08-4pLj-I/AAAAAAAAD6M/K55E1HZ79aE/s72-c/IMG_8738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-6971234518730764339</id><published>2010-12-06T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T11:40:27.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>puppies</title><content type='html'>Not a day goes by without at least one of our children asking for a dog.   Their desire for a dog is just about to do me in.  They would like to  have a do so bad that it's not unusual to see one (if not more) of them  crawling on their hands and knees with some type of leash around them  and the other pretending to be their owner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TP07gZIheII/AAAAAAAAD5k/u-YSBY-A4P8/s1600/IMG_8724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TP07gZIheII/AAAAAAAAD5k/u-YSBY-A4P8/s320/IMG_8724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547655743678806146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really don't know where this desire has come from.  Unfortunately, for them this is as close to a puppy as they are going to get in any foreseeable future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TP07f6YynOI/AAAAAAAAD5c/5-2P54ok0tc/s1600/IMG_8730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TP07f6YynOI/AAAAAAAAD5c/5-2P54ok0tc/s320/IMG_8730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547655735425539298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perhaps when they are all old enough to earn their own keep....we might be open for discussion.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TP07ghVLATI/AAAAAAAAD5s/c5IL19eHj8M/s1600/IMG_8714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TP07ghVLATI/AAAAAAAAD5s/c5IL19eHj8M/s320/IMG_8714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547655745879343410" 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/8371064070000742777-6971234518730764339?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6971234518730764339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=6971234518730764339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6971234518730764339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6971234518730764339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/12/puppies.html' title='puppies'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TP07gZIheII/AAAAAAAAD5k/u-YSBY-A4P8/s72-c/IMG_8724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-8892557108286551150</id><published>2010-11-29T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T12:11:30.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>We had a great time celebrating Thanksgiving at my parents house. My sister and her family came in from West Virginia. The weather cooperated beautifully and we hardly had to kick the children outside. They were eager to enjoy the sunshine and the wide open spaces on their own.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TPQIR6leHCI/AAAAAAAAD4s/UJc6-DexDfY/s1600/IMG_8704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TPQIR6leHCI/AAAAAAAAD4s/UJc6-DexDfY/s320/IMG_8704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545066145077140514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nathan is still playing peek a boo from the previous "funny face" photo opportunity!  The kids stair step their way from 4th grade to PreK and then Nathan.  My sister is pregnant so next Thanksgiving their will be another baby in the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TPQIRkF3OBI/AAAAAAAAD4k/Rvfqxsza3Es/s1600/IMG_8660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TPQIRkF3OBI/AAAAAAAAD4k/Rvfqxsza3Es/s320/IMG_8660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545066139038988306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TPQIRFaUwwI/AAAAAAAAD4c/G8BN917DFhA/s1600/IMG_8676.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-8892557108286551150?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8892557108286551150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=8892557108286551150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/8892557108286551150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/8892557108286551150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TPQIR6leHCI/AAAAAAAAD4s/UJc6-DexDfY/s72-c/IMG_8704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-1569861502080732692</id><published>2010-11-20T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T18:25:36.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a moment to remember</title><content type='html'>I can't really remember now exactly how it happened.  Somehow under my feet, Emma and Peter and then eventually Ryan decided that they wanted to use their allowance to buy food for the Christian Help Center's food pantry.  They had overheard me talking about how the food pantry's shelves were bare.  Somewhere in their minds, they decided that they should give.  They looked through the grocery store coupons on Thursday and realized that they had enough money to buy food. &lt;br /&gt;It was set; Friday we had a date to go grocery shopping and I would match whatever they bought. &lt;br /&gt;Ryan spent $0.65 on a can of tomato soup.  Then another $0.25 on bubble gum for himself!&lt;br /&gt;Emma told me, "I would rather spend my money of food for those who don't have any than buy myself a toy. ".  She spent $4.50.&lt;br /&gt;Peter spent $2.00.&lt;br /&gt;My heart was full.  My children got it.  It didn't come from a lecture and it didn't really even come from an example.  They internalized the need that they overheard.  They determined that they had the means to help.  They didn't even dismiss the idea because they only had a few dollars and what could a few dollars to help.  They gave and gave generously; they gave til it hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-1569861502080732692?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1569861502080732692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=1569861502080732692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/1569861502080732692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/1569861502080732692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/11/moment-to-remember.html' title='a moment to remember'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-990569750755121187</id><published>2010-11-18T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T12:49:26.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaves</title><content type='html'>I have been neglecting my "blog" these days. My memory card has lots of pictures that haven't found their way here yet. I'm not sure what's happened. It might have something to do with the time away from home that Philip has had recently.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TOWQALszuGI/AAAAAAAAD3k/-6vQz1DrEug/s1600/IMG_8535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TOWQALszuGI/AAAAAAAAD3k/-6vQz1DrEug/s320/IMG_8535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540993249364392034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I grabbed my camera as we ventured outside yesterday and was determined to post what I captured.  Nathan- the little cuttie that he is- was also determined to rake like his older brothers even if it meant finding a canoe paddle when all the rakes were taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TOWP_fA4AFI/AAAAAAAAD3c/yafecRMr4xA/s1600/IMG_8538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TOWP_fA4AFI/AAAAAAAAD3c/yafecRMr4xA/s320/IMG_8538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540993237368963154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My heart is full with the blessings that God has bestowed upon me.  How could I not be when I have the privilege of seeing this precious smile from sun up to sun down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TOWPrpOJklI/AAAAAAAAD3U/JfPvUq8seq4/s1600/IMG_8537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TOWPrpOJklI/AAAAAAAAD3U/JfPvUq8seq4/s320/IMG_8537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540992896511611474" 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/8371064070000742777-990569750755121187?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/990569750755121187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=990569750755121187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/990569750755121187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/990569750755121187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/11/leaves.html' title='Leaves'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TOWQALszuGI/AAAAAAAAD3k/-6vQz1DrEug/s72-c/IMG_8535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-6164584939837592093</id><published>2010-11-07T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T17:06:26.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thinker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TNbzB8ouAbI/AAAAAAAAD3E/I80avujWz20/s1600/IMG_5576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TNbzB8ouAbI/AAAAAAAAD3E/I80avujWz20/s320/IMG_5576.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536880006680936882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are day 4.5 into our 8 long days with Philip being away.  Last night,  I was eavesdropping on Peter's conversation with Philip (on  the phone).&lt;br /&gt;Peter:  "Daddy why can't you use the computer in  Jamaica?"  (He meant specifically why can't you check your email.  Peter  and I had this conversation a few days ago.  I did a horrible job  explaining why Philip doesn't have wireless internet access in Jamaica. )&lt;br /&gt;I  couldn't hear Philip's response but Peter repeated his question a few  times as I'm guessing Philip was trying to figure out what he was really  asking.&lt;br /&gt;Peter responds: " I guess it's because you're just too close to that imaginary line that divides the world in half."&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TNbzCLRjkEI/AAAAAAAAD3M/8GbiFFfUSxA/s1600/IMG_7888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TNbzCLRjkEI/AAAAAAAAD3M/8GbiFFfUSxA/s320/IMG_7888.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536880010610315330" 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/8371064070000742777-6164584939837592093?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6164584939837592093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=6164584939837592093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6164584939837592093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6164584939837592093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/11/thinker.html' title='The thinker'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TNbzB8ouAbI/AAAAAAAAD3E/I80avujWz20/s72-c/IMG_5576.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-8414216101623766116</id><published>2010-11-02T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T04:26:30.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outtakes</title><content type='html'>We have a great time last Saturday in Duke Gardens! We met some great friends for a family photo swap morning. They took our pictures; we took theirs. It's much easier to find the outtakes than to find my favorites. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TM_0RmW6KTI/AAAAAAAAD2s/aDPL0ynp8Vw/s1600/IMG_8181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TM_0RmW6KTI/AAAAAAAAD2s/aDPL0ynp8Vw/s320/IMG_8181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534911050253216050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TM_0Ra-cjYI/AAAAAAAAD2k/exzs65ef7UA/s1600/IMG_7789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TM_0Ra-cjYI/AAAAAAAAD2k/exzs65ef7UA/s320/IMG_7789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534911047197822338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe how many pictures Nathan's belly is showing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TM_0RMErIEI/AAAAAAAAD2c/0Foacy3c34w/s1600/IMG_8147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TM_0RMErIEI/AAAAAAAAD2c/0Foacy3c34w/s320/IMG_8147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534911043197411394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I admit even I was getting a bit tired of all this picture taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TM_0QxAE3MI/AAAAAAAAD2U/pT0InrrbNEY/s1600/IMG_8201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TM_0QxAE3MI/AAAAAAAAD2U/pT0InrrbNEY/s320/IMG_8201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534911035930369218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't have asked for a more beautiful day and more cooperative children!  We finished the photo shoot with a great picnic in the gardens.   I have even more respect for photographers after this experience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-8414216101623766116?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8414216101623766116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=8414216101623766116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/8414216101623766116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/8414216101623766116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/11/outtakes.html' title='Outtakes'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TM_0RmW6KTI/AAAAAAAAD2s/aDPL0ynp8Vw/s72-c/IMG_8181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-6267422280948903267</id><published>2010-10-26T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T16:44:41.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down under</title><content type='html'>Our history studies brought us to the land "Down under" this week.  Oh wait, it's just Tuesday. Typically we study history on Monday and Tuesday; so we're done for the week.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TMdnFiK4F2I/AAAAAAAAD1I/ev2gBe8vs6Q/s1600/IMG_5457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TMdnFiK4F2I/AAAAAAAAD1I/ev2gBe8vs6Q/s320/IMG_5457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532504012017375074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made "Moth mix" for our lunch today.  It was basically homemade cracker jacks! I enjoyed reading and learning about the early days of Australia and New Zealand.  They are definitely places that I just don't think about very often.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TMdnGASUjxI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/iNLKEj0YH44/s1600/IMG_5463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TMdnGASUjxI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/iNLKEj0YH44/s320/IMG_5463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532504020101664530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, we had to finish the day with a boomerang- none of which actually returned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-6267422280948903267?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6267422280948903267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=6267422280948903267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6267422280948903267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6267422280948903267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/10/down-under.html' title='Down under'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TMdnFiK4F2I/AAAAAAAAD1I/ev2gBe8vs6Q/s72-c/IMG_5457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-728344820468861914</id><published>2010-10-25T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T13:52:50.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>and Mums...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TMXtu0ZVF6I/AAAAAAAAD1A/AO_1ck8YcTE/s1600/IMG_5444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TMXtu0ZVF6I/AAAAAAAAD1A/AO_1ck8YcTE/s320/IMG_5444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532089105889171362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not sure how time slipped away so quickly.  It did and we are  6 days from Halloween and just now getting our pumpkins! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TMXttldQn5I/AAAAAAAAD04/NT0YesZNWQA/s1600/IMG_5427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TMXttldQn5I/AAAAAAAAD04/NT0YesZNWQA/s320/IMG_5427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532089084699254674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TMXttGvL6II/AAAAAAAAD0w/-X1UCFZdkKY/s1600/IMG_5449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TMXttGvL6II/AAAAAAAAD0w/-X1UCFZdkKY/s320/IMG_5449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532089076452944002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We head to Durham Friday morning to meet a friend of ours who graciously  agreed to snap family pictures for us.  After this brief episode of  picture taking, I hope our friend can shoot quickly!  I'm doubtful that  this will be Nathan's most cooperative year for family photos!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TMXtsw5sS8I/AAAAAAAAD0o/YMZrlUQd1PY/s1600/IMG_5454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TMXtsw5sS8I/AAAAAAAAD0o/YMZrlUQd1PY/s320/IMG_5454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532089070591429570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good thing we're aiming for casual photos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-728344820468861914?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/728344820468861914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=728344820468861914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/728344820468861914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/728344820468861914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkins.html' title='Pumpkins'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TMXtu0ZVF6I/AAAAAAAAD1A/AO_1ck8YcTE/s72-c/IMG_5444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-5038321100969122238</id><published>2010-10-19T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T04:14:18.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fair</title><content type='html'>We made our traditional treck to the State fair last Friday.  This year  we were able to recruit even more grown-ups to join us so the adults  outnumbered the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TL15ZaBPlnI/AAAAAAAADzo/fDPcSUthY4I/s1600/IMG_5353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TL15ZaBPlnI/AAAAAAAADzo/fDPcSUthY4I/s320/IMG_5353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529709394869065330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nathan's favorite part of the fair was all the animals!  As you can see, he spotted the cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TL15Z3zAEYI/AAAAAAAADzw/wcVRDfFJzhA/s1600/IMG_5357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TL15Z3zAEYI/AAAAAAAADzw/wcVRDfFJzhA/s320/IMG_5357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529709402862391682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not positive but I think one of Philip's favorites of the fair are the corn dogs!  So they indulged in one for breakfast.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TL15aDtCNTI/AAAAAAAAD0A/6TLrntNrVE8/s1600/IMG_5359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TL15aDtCNTI/AAAAAAAAD0A/6TLrntNrVE8/s320/IMG_5359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529709406058591538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somehow, the ferris wheel was the big event for the kids.  For weeks leading up to the fair, that was the topic of conversation!  They were very excited to finally get way up in the sky.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TL15acUsc7I/AAAAAAAAD0I/_VsdVs8NS9U/s1600/IMG_5367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TL15acUsc7I/AAAAAAAAD0I/_VsdVs8NS9U/s320/IMG_5367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529709412667388850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nathan definitely gets the best trooper award.  Thursday morning, I had a slight suspicion that he might have an ear infection.  So I made an appt with the Dr.  Low and behold, not only did he have an ear infection in both ears but also the early stages of pneumonia.  The Pediatrician agreed that he was well enough (and not contagious) to go to the fair!  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TL184ULM8JI/AAAAAAAAD0g/DVnrhojZfWs/s1600/IMG_5380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TL184ULM8JI/AAAAAAAAD0g/DVnrhojZfWs/s320/IMG_5380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529713224411050130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were glad that we spent only the morning because it gets pretty tricky to navigate the double stroller once the crowds arrive.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TL184HypAYI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/BwHb1OD9VCk/s1600/IMG_5373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TL184HypAYI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/BwHb1OD9VCk/s320/IMG_5373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529713221086806402" 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/8371064070000742777-5038321100969122238?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5038321100969122238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=5038321100969122238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/5038321100969122238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/5038321100969122238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/10/fair.html' title='The fair'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TL15ZaBPlnI/AAAAAAAADzo/fDPcSUthY4I/s72-c/IMG_5353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-3079487756609586806</id><published>2010-10-13T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T04:35:27.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revived</title><content type='html'>We're in the midst of Revival at our church.  I must say it's tough to say if I'm feeling Revived or exhausted!  Our kids have been troopers and thanks to some good refreshments after wards and at least one other family from the church.&lt;br /&gt;Unrelated but will bid some time for me until I can post something current, here are the rest of the camping videos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WrvQZh3OA5A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WrvQZh3OA5A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3_mCHSKqLO8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3_mCHSKqLO8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; Again, unrelated, most folks think the boys look just like their Dad.  Well, this is their Uncle Pete.  I think they (especially Ryan) have a strong resemblance to their Uncle.  This man was the glue that tied the trip together. With a Marine and Army back ground, he was the reason I wasn't terribly nervous for the 5 days they were gone and I didn't hear a peep from them!&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YZ8C9ScGBQA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YZ8C9ScGBQA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-3079487756609586806?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3079487756609586806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=3079487756609586806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/3079487756609586806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/3079487756609586806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/10/revived.html' title='Revived'/><author><name>Philip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vXnGJRRbhj4/Tezei8wbTlI/AAAAAAAACHE/TD_pI7LjsCU/s220/DSC01080.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-3945000154311638221</id><published>2010-10-06T18:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T18:33:54.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping videos</title><content type='html'>Well, the stories are continuing to trickle out.  Peter spent all day Tuesday in his pjs and on the couch.  He was just plain wore out.  Interestingly, Emma spent most of all day today in her pjs and on the couch.  So I'm guessing there bodies had some catching up to do.  Here though are some videos that I discovered on the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nqhDkEW6F7s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nqhDkEW6F7s?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0VTuKp9A4D8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0VTuKp9A4D8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more where this came from so get ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-3945000154311638221?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3945000154311638221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=3945000154311638221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/3945000154311638221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/3945000154311638221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/10/camping-videos.html' title='Camping videos'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-2942928038608176289</id><published>2010-10-06T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T18:29:07.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan Sayings...</title><content type='html'>I've been inspired my friend Michelle to get better at recording some of the too cute things that the kids say!  &lt;br /&gt;Background: &lt;a href="http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/09/fellows.html"&gt;Two weeks&lt;/a&gt; ago a dear saint of the church passed away, Mr. Joe.  The funeral was at our church at 2pm.  When the time came, I decided it just wasn't going to work out for the kids and I to attend.  Somehow though, Emma, Ryan and I ended up on the front porch shortly before two.  We respectfully observed the family receive visitors as they entered for the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan said:  Mommy, when I get old like Daddy's age, and he dies don't worry because I will marry you.&lt;br /&gt;I reply:  Ryan, you would make a great husband- when you get old like Daddy- but I will still be your mommy and you can't marry anyone in your family.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan:  Well, then I will just have to marry Ms. Earnestine because she needs a new husband since Mr. Joe died.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-2942928038608176289?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2942928038608176289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=2942928038608176289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/2942928038608176289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/2942928038608176289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/10/ryan-sayings.html' title='Ryan Sayings...'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-4645484384364689220</id><published>2010-10-04T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T13:25:49.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After.....</title><content type='html'>Check out &lt;a href="http://wikiworship.blogspot.com/2010/10/hiking-trip.html"&gt;Philip's blog&lt;/a&gt; for his after thoughts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-4645484384364689220?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4645484384364689220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=4645484384364689220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/4645484384364689220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/4645484384364689220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/10/after.html' title='After.....'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-7154196288621846021</id><published>2010-09-28T17:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T18:02:56.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>resemblance??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People often comment that Nathan is looking just like Ryan....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3gVi2pceSA/TKKPqNLSNHI/AAAAAAAAB40/SRGi_5JJWNs/s1600/IMG_5318.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/_P3gVi2pceSA/TKKPqNLSNHI/AAAAAAAAB40/SRGi_5JJWNs/s320/IMG_5318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522134048363918450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nathan and Ryan at 16 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3gVi2pceSA/TKKPp-cdEdI/AAAAAAAAB4s/QSihNyW2BqU/s1600/DSC00082.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/_P3gVi2pceSA/TKKPp-cdEdI/AAAAAAAAB4s/QSihNyW2BqU/s320/DSC00082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522134044409401810" 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/8371064070000742777-7154196288621846021?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7154196288621846021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=7154196288621846021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7154196288621846021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7154196288621846021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/09/resemblance.html' title='resemblance??'/><author><name>Philip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vXnGJRRbhj4/Tezei8wbTlI/AAAAAAAACHE/TD_pI7LjsCU/s220/DSC01080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3gVi2pceSA/TKKPqNLSNHI/AAAAAAAAB40/SRGi_5JJWNs/s72-c/IMG_5318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-5333035200206039434</id><published>2010-09-28T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T17:46:46.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3gVi2pceSA/TKKKbNxYg4I/AAAAAAAAB38/mQqZikxHVoc/s1600/IMG_5311.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/_P3gVi2pceSA/TKKKbNxYg4I/AAAAAAAAB38/mQqZikxHVoc/s320/IMG_5311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522128293267538818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twas the night before the 2 Chryst men, 1 Philips (brother- in- law) and 4 children under the age of 8 ventured out into the Great Smokey Mnts for 4 nights and 19 miles.  This trip has been talked about - dreamed about - planned for and long anticipated!  The count down chain has been completed.  Now all that's left is for the little campers to be aroused from their slumber at 5am so the adventure of their lives can play itself out.  I hope the men will remember to take pictures and maybe even a movie or two.  In case they don't, I had to at least snap a few before pictures!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P3gVi2pceSA/TKKKdBmCNZI/AAAAAAAAB4c/bsPkx_KRS-Y/s1600/IMG_5317.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/_P3gVi2pceSA/TKKKdBmCNZI/AAAAAAAAB4c/bsPkx_KRS-Y/s320/IMG_5317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522128324358452626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan's expression tells it all.  His first camping experience and he already knows it all.    He has told many this week that his Uncle Pete is going to fight off all the bears except for the one he will be bringing home for a pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3gVi2pceSA/TKKKccILNZI/AAAAAAAAB4U/EiSZ4eIQauY/s1600/IMG_5316.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/_P3gVi2pceSA/TKKKccILNZI/AAAAAAAAB4U/EiSZ4eIQauY/s320/IMG_5316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522128314301101458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peter's backpack is filled to the absolute brim.  He must rise to the occasion and pray for strong shoulders!  He is truly anxious for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3gVi2pceSA/TKKKb57BZLI/AAAAAAAAB4M/L6ptv4vppOg/s1600/IMG_5315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3gVi2pceSA/TKKKb57BZLI/AAAAAAAAB4M/L6ptv4vppOg/s320/IMG_5315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522128305119126706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A ray of sunshine in the midst of 3 boys and 3 men.  I wouldn't want to be in her place for an instant.  I can't even begin to imagine what this little girl will be like when she grows into a young lady.  Being able to handle herself with poise and dignity,  yet endure with all this testosterone.  She's a brave little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3gVi2pceSA/TKKKbTJSpiI/AAAAAAAAB4E/MVAVTFpD6VM/s1600/IMG_5312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P3gVi2pceSA/TKKKbTJSpiI/AAAAAAAAB4E/MVAVTFpD6VM/s320/IMG_5312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522128294709995042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are truly stronger than I!  I can't wait for them to be back home under my wings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-5333035200206039434?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5333035200206039434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=5333035200206039434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/5333035200206039434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/5333035200206039434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/09/before.html' title='Before'/><author><name>Philip</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vXnGJRRbhj4/Tezei8wbTlI/AAAAAAAACHE/TD_pI7LjsCU/s220/DSC01080.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P3gVi2pceSA/TKKKbNxYg4I/AAAAAAAAB38/mQqZikxHVoc/s72-c/IMG_5311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-3989191518289640883</id><published>2010-09-21T19:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T03:57:19.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fellas</title><content type='html'>I had some time this morning with just me and the boys. We did our best to get our school work done when Nathan was napping. Then like clock work; he wakes up and we head outside. It's been a while since I've taken my camera with us outside so here's some shots of us just chillin'&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TJlkvaALaMI/AAAAAAAADzE/mYprdbrfPvM/s1600/IMG_5202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TJlkvaALaMI/AAAAAAAADzE/mYprdbrfPvM/s320/IMG_5202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519553583915952322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TJlkvjkS_TI/AAAAAAAADzM/abz_HesFAgc/s1600/IMG_5203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TJlkvjkS_TI/AAAAAAAADzM/abz_HesFAgc/s320/IMG_5203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519553586483363122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Philip joined us briefly before he headed to a funeral of a dear man who past from our congregation this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TJlkwIs4l0I/AAAAAAAADzU/964MmTN_Sb8/s1600/IMG_5207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TJlkwIs4l0I/AAAAAAAADzU/964MmTN_Sb8/s320/IMG_5207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519553596451493698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was told by this handsome 4 year old that, "When I grow up to be Daddy's age and he dies, I will marry you.".  This isn't the first time Ryan has told me that he wants to marry me so I think he really loves me!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TJlkt43eR7I/AAAAAAAADy8/fknIYdiLHw0/s1600/IMG_5193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TJlkt43eR7I/AAAAAAAADy8/fknIYdiLHw0/s320/IMG_5193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519553557841201074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan has really turned into a bike riding machine!  He loves being on two wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TJlmOqjGwCI/AAAAAAAADzc/wwZvBphNJUY/s1600/IMG_5196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TJlmOqjGwCI/AAAAAAAADzc/wwZvBphNJUY/s320/IMG_5196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519555220444987426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TJlktSjBgNI/AAAAAAAADy0/SOaNVlWHCVE/s1600/IMG_5181.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-3989191518289640883?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3989191518289640883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=3989191518289640883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/3989191518289640883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/3989191518289640883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/09/fellows.html' title='The fellas'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TJlkvaALaMI/AAAAAAAADzE/mYprdbrfPvM/s72-c/IMG_5202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-3254455919431251295</id><published>2010-09-14T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T17:52:09.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PBS kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TJAYk-5rnJI/AAAAAAAADys/baGHJyVrlM8/s1600/IMG_5143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TJAYk-5rnJI/AAAAAAAADys/baGHJyVrlM8/s320/IMG_5143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516936567168146578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last winter, Peter and Emma submitted a book to the PBS Kids Young Illustrator and Writers contest.  The awards ceremony was held at the Great Wolfe Lodge in Concord.  After the 2 hour ceremony, our family was able to use the facilities as part of the awards day.  This was quite an offer.  Normally, it would cost $45 per person to have a day pass to the Great Wolfe Lodge.  Needless, we all had a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-3254455919431251295?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3254455919431251295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=3254455919431251295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/3254455919431251295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/3254455919431251295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/09/pbs-kids.html' title='PBS kids'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TJAYk-5rnJI/AAAAAAAADys/baGHJyVrlM8/s72-c/IMG_5143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-7338839695854936344</id><published>2010-09-14T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T17:48:00.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reed's Gold Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TJAWKv-qiqI/AAAAAAAADyE/l99-RkMggGY/s1600/IMG_5124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TJAWKv-qiqI/AAAAAAAADyE/l99-RkMggGY/s320/IMG_5124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516933917462661794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been hearing about "Reed's Gold Mine" for quite some time so I was looking forward to the trip.  The mine was about 30 minutes from where Philip's parents live.  We had a great tour guide.  I learned a lot!  Did you know that the first piece of gold discovered in USA was found at the Reed's farm? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TJAWK0VKo_I/AAAAAAAADyM/SoI2fju6M2A/s1600/IMG_5132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TJAWK0VKo_I/AAAAAAAADyM/SoI2fju6M2A/s320/IMG_5132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516933918630781938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was discovered by one of John Reed's sons.  He brought it home from one of his fishing excursions in the creek.  They didn't know it was gold; only that it was a pretty rock.  It remained a door stop for 3 years until Mr. Reed brought it to Fayeteville.  He sold it to a jeweler for $3.60 - a week's pay.  The jeweler in turn sold it for $3,500 and there starts the gold rush.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TJAWLaCH9YI/AAAAAAAADyU/b_GI1Wo0Oa0/s1600/IMG_5135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TJAWLaCH9YI/AAAAAAAADyU/b_GI1Wo0Oa0/s320/IMG_5135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516933928751461762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After touring the mine and watching the Stamp press, we were able to pan for gold!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TJAWMFUVFEI/AAAAAAAADyk/6isVeePyBSI/s1600/IMG_5136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TJAWMFUVFEI/AAAAAAAADyk/6isVeePyBSI/s320/IMG_5136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516933940370543682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was quite a success for our family.Ryan found a flake in his pan.  Please don't ask him about it because I have no idea where his vile is! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TJAWLpYg51I/AAAAAAAADyc/gUg4xHl4OVc/s1600/IMG_5140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TJAWLpYg51I/AAAAAAAADyc/gUg4xHl4OVc/s320/IMG_5140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516933932871903058" 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/8371064070000742777-7338839695854936344?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7338839695854936344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=7338839695854936344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7338839695854936344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7338839695854936344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/09/reeds-gold-mine.html' title='Reed&apos;s Gold Mine'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TJAWKv-qiqI/AAAAAAAADyE/l99-RkMggGY/s72-c/IMG_5124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-772646547954862835</id><published>2010-09-08T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T18:41:31.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer</title><content type='html'>Soccer season has begun. Unbelievably, Peter scored 3 goals during the first game. He loves it. Although it's just the beginning, you can see a confidence about him. There are a few of the same boys on the team so it's been fun to see how they have all grown over the year.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TIg63JKNWgI/AAAAAAAADx0/gfP8EyhGFRc/s1600/IMG_5120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TIg63JKNWgI/AAAAAAAADx0/gfP8EyhGFRc/s320/IMG_5120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514722462741125634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I look forward to the season.  It's pretty neat to see how far 8 boys can come over the course of 10 weeks together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TIg62ZZJIPI/AAAAAAAADxs/6Ydnfa9iQ-E/s1600/IMG_5122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TIg62ZZJIPI/AAAAAAAADxs/6Ydnfa9iQ-E/s320/IMG_5122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514722449918861554" 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/8371064070000742777-772646547954862835?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/772646547954862835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=772646547954862835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/772646547954862835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/772646547954862835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/09/soccer.html' title='Soccer'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TIg63JKNWgI/AAAAAAAADx0/gfP8EyhGFRc/s72-c/IMG_5120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-8613841775843006258</id><published>2010-09-02T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T18:54:37.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The moment....</title><content type='html'>The kids and I were beginning our morning with our Bible reading and Devotion book.  Today's devotion was centered on the verse from James, "Faith without works is dead".  It was truly a timely lesson.  Shortly before we sat down to read together, I explained to Emma that I knew of a little girl who wears Emma's size that needed some clothes that were suitable for church.  I had just bought Emma 3 skirts for this fall.  I asked her to pick one out that she could give to this little girl.  Maturely, Emma picked one and explained, "I picked the one with the pink plaid because I think she would really like this one.  I didn't think she would like the blue plaid as much and I still have the purple plaid.  So I picked one thinking of her and not thinking which one did I not want."  It wasn't until we read our devotional story that I got chills.  The story was about giving clothes to those whom you know needs them.  She immediately responded by connecting what we read to what she just did.  Conversations continued and I read a little more.  And then The MOMENT....Emma said, "I know about God in my head and all that stuff.  But I want to really feel Him."&lt;br /&gt;As soon as she said that I knew this was important; I knew this required a response; I knew this was the moment that many parents hope for. &lt;br /&gt;So we prayed.  We joined hands and asked the God that we know about to show Himself to us in a way that we could not explain otherwise and allow us to feel His presence in a new way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-8613841775843006258?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8613841775843006258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=8613841775843006258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/8613841775843006258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/8613841775843006258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/09/moment.html' title='The moment....'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-3972110309194392683</id><published>2010-09-01T17:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T17:37:33.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atoms, molecules and fun...oh my</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TH7wkhrS6_I/AAAAAAAADxM/EITnc3dVscc/s1600/IMG_5114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TH7wkhrS6_I/AAAAAAAADxM/EITnc3dVscc/s320/IMG_5114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512107504253987826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I blindly ordered   &lt;a href="http://www.rainbowresource.com/product/Adventures+with+Atoms+%26amp%3B+Molecules+Book+1+Chemistry+Experiments/011656/1283387356-386361"&gt;Adventures with Atoms- C&lt;/a&gt;hemistry experiments for young people for this year's Chemistry studies.  I didn't know anybody who has used it but it was recommended in a book that I'm using as our curriculum guide.  It was cheap and all the materials were household things.  So I went for it. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TH7wl-4JWSI/AAAAAAAADxk/9mCn3nNwDAQ/s1600/IMG_5111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TH7wl-4JWSI/AAAAAAAADxk/9mCn3nNwDAQ/s320/IMG_5111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512107529272383778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I honestly am not very good at actually doing science experiments so I'm pretty proud of myself that we've done them two weeks in a row! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TH7wlYp-btI/AAAAAAAADxc/8s2a6jfyyOA/s1600/IMG_5112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TH7wlYp-btI/AAAAAAAADxc/8s2a6jfyyOA/s320/IMG_5112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512107519012400850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today we answered the question, "Do hot molecules move faster than cold molecules?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TH7wlMsuPnI/AAAAAAAADxU/BGEaU_j7alQ/s1600/IMG_5113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TH7wlMsuPnI/AAAAAAAADxU/BGEaU_j7alQ/s320/IMG_5113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512107515802697330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We answered that question with 4 different easy experiments using hot water, cold water, tea bags, ice and food coloring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-3972110309194392683?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3972110309194392683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=3972110309194392683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/3972110309194392683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/3972110309194392683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/09/atoms-molecules-and-funoh-my.html' title='Atoms, molecules and fun...oh my'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TH7wkhrS6_I/AAAAAAAADxM/EITnc3dVscc/s72-c/IMG_5114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-5428820106156158775</id><published>2010-08-31T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T09:48:16.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little gymnast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TH0xusRIW5I/AAAAAAAADxE/pYgF13_bU5o/s1600/IMG_5104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TH0xusRIW5I/AAAAAAAADxE/pYgF13_bU5o/s320/IMG_5104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511616197198109586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart strings were pulled in many directions as the day finally arrived.  August 30th - Emma's first day of gymnastics.  Philip and I decided to give Emma the choice to take gymnastics or participate in the Parks and Rec soccer team. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TH0xt0GJNqI/AAAAAAAADw8/KdKdSJ6fAZ8/s1600/IMG_5109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TH0xt0GJNqI/AAAAAAAADw8/KdKdSJ6fAZ8/s320/IMG_5109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511616182119642786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was flooded with memories as we arrived at the gym.  Gymnastics was a huge part of my growing up years.  My parents sacrificed tons for me and gymnastics.  Am I ready for this?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TH0xtcpdwXI/AAAAAAAADw0/Nn5Ovxz-bQg/s1600/IMG_5108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TH0xtcpdwXI/AAAAAAAADw0/Nn5Ovxz-bQg/s320/IMG_5108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511616175825338738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It appears that she is in a joint class of Level 1 and 2.  I think she can rise to the challenge the other girls have unintentionally set for her.  Perhaps, we need to do some of our own practicing in the back yard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-5428820106156158775?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5428820106156158775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=5428820106156158775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/5428820106156158775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/5428820106156158775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-little-gymnast.html' title='My little gymnast'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TH0xusRIW5I/AAAAAAAADxE/pYgF13_bU5o/s72-c/IMG_5104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-7639624332009107411</id><published>2010-08-25T11:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T11:51:02.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 of 180</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/THVlc7I-YrI/AAAAAAAADwk/ICJQ7cqIr84/s1600/IMG_5063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/THVlc7I-YrI/AAAAAAAADwk/ICJQ7cqIr84/s320/IMG_5063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509421266743747250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2:45pm.  Not including our evening read-aloud and a 30 minute quiet reading time, we are finished with school for the day.  Although NC homeschoolers aren't required to log a certain number of days, traditionally we aim for 180!  If the first two days are any indication of the remainder of our year, we are going to have a great year.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/THVldu6fuuI/AAAAAAAADws/DwchPUCjVa0/s1600/IMG_5066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/THVldu6fuuI/AAAAAAAADws/DwchPUCjVa0/s320/IMG_5066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509421280641661666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think Nathan will even come to learn to love the gate!  He actually only cries for the first 30 seconds and then does enjoy the rest of the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-7639624332009107411?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7639624332009107411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=7639624332009107411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7639624332009107411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7639624332009107411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-2-of-180.html' title='Day 2 of 180'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/THVlc7I-YrI/AAAAAAAADwk/ICJQ7cqIr84/s72-c/IMG_5063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-5563507199951679230</id><published>2010-08-24T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T03:28:30.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in action</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a wonderful week of vacation, we are heading to school. It's been a long time since our family was away for the week. As we finished up our "vacation, vacation" last night at our kitchen table eating pizza. We talked about the things we enjoyed. The list goes something like this: fishing,  hermit crab island, Meredith and Colin's wedding,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/THOddwa4FKI/AAAAAAAADwc/hoWAMKuvsnU/s1600/IMG_5014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/THOddwa4FKI/AAAAAAAADwc/hoWAMKuvsnU/s320/IMG_5014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508919903743644834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  seeing the ponies, eating at Max's Pizza, swimming in the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/THOddv-dSzI/AAAAAAAADwU/n08guqJndcc/s1600/IMG_5042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/THOddv-dSzI/AAAAAAAADwU/n08guqJndcc/s320/IMG_5042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508919903624448818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;going to the Ocracoke, canoeing, getting a Jr. Ranger badge,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/THOddHcJi7I/AAAAAAAADwM/dm3SKSZYoq8/s1600/IMG_5028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/THOddHcJi7I/AAAAAAAADwM/dm3SKSZYoq8/s320/IMG_5028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508919892743130034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the ferry ride, spending time with everyone, and swimming in the sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/THOdcr_JnfI/AAAAAAAADwE/aOJEUC5VQGA/s1600/IMG_4898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/THOdcr_JnfI/AAAAAAAADwE/aOJEUC5VQGA/s320/IMG_4898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508919885373742578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are back and back in action!  The school bell rings at our house this morning.  I can't believe that we now have a 3rd grader, a 1st grader, a Pre-schooler and a toddler.  It's very daunting to think about what this school has in store for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-5563507199951679230?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5563507199951679230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=5563507199951679230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/5563507199951679230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/5563507199951679230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-in-action.html' title='Back in action'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/THOddwa4FKI/AAAAAAAADwc/hoWAMKuvsnU/s72-c/IMG_5014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-6893667935214809537</id><published>2010-08-18T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T13:47:26.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on the move</title><content type='html'>Nathan is full speed ahead these days.  I think he really is enjoying his abilty to walk.  His knees are definitely appreciating the break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TGxGBmwBapI/AAAAAAAADv8/8aW8GMn2fZs/s1600/Practice+picture+for+Deanne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506853437763054226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TGxGBmwBapI/AAAAAAAADv8/8aW8GMn2fZs/s320/Practice+picture+for+Deanne.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-6893667935214809537?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6893667935214809537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=6893667935214809537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6893667935214809537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/6893667935214809537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='on the move'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TGxGBmwBapI/AAAAAAAADv8/8aW8GMn2fZs/s72-c/Practice+picture+for+Deanne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-7174800715628614003</id><published>2010-08-11T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T13:51:14.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passionate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TGM0FHYNP2I/AAAAAAAADv0/hym7Kgkkg7A/s1600/IMG_4830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504300432061448034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TGM0FHYNP2I/AAAAAAAADv0/hym7Kgkkg7A/s320/IMG_4830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an 8 year old,it only makes sense that you would find something new to invest your time and money and energy into....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-7174800715628614003?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7174800715628614003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=7174800715628614003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7174800715628614003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7174800715628614003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/08/obbession.html' title='Passionate'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TGM0FHYNP2I/AAAAAAAADv0/hym7Kgkkg7A/s72-c/IMG_4830.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-7600732779235078985</id><published>2010-08-06T11:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T11:36:41.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's 8</title><content type='html'>I keep telling Peter that I'm not old enough to have an 8 year old.....I can't believe it!  The Star Wars marathon sleep over was a success!  &lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fdeannechryst%2Falbumid%2F5502360994793245089%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  They had such a good time and were so well behaved that I think Philip might do it again....sometime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-7600732779235078985?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7600732779235078985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=7600732779235078985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7600732779235078985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/7600732779235078985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/08/hes-8.html' title='He&apos;s 8'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8371064070000742777.post-1838383814511208665</id><published>2010-08-05T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T12:13:25.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the party begin</title><content type='html'>Two years ago, Peter's Aunt Tasha and Uncle Pete gave him a light saber for his birthday.  It was a brand new toy for him.  He knew very little about Star Wars.  It wasn't too long before a few of his friends caught onto to the Star Wars phenomenon and it seemed as if everything going on here was related to Star Wars.  However, Philip decided that Peter needed to be 8 before he watched the actual movies.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TFsMixIuhcI/AAAAAAAADtA/2MSFO5tJw6E/s1600/IMG_4774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TFsMixIuhcI/AAAAAAAADtA/2MSFO5tJw6E/s320/IMG_4774.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502005161208219074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the big day.  Peter along with 5 of his good friends are headed to the Lake to have a Star Wars marathon slumber party along with some swimming and hanging out.  I can't believe that Peter will be 8 tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;Emma is having her first slumber party as well.  She is spending the day and night with her dear friend Aubrey. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TFsMjQX5GGI/AAAAAAAADtI/9F-EesGLjo0/s1600/IMG_4775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TFsMjQX5GGI/AAAAAAAADtI/9F-EesGLjo0/s320/IMG_4775.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502005169593325666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they are both going to have lots of fun but I have a feeling their time with their friends will be very different!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8371064070000742777-1838383814511208665?l=chrystchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1838383814511208665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8371064070000742777&amp;postID=1838383814511208665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/1838383814511208665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8371064070000742777/posts/default/1838383814511208665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrystchronicles.blogspot.com/2010/08/let-party-begin.html' title='Let the party begin'/><author><name>DeAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960672795263240774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0Gf8PtDQTY/TFsMixIuhcI/AAAAAAAADtA/2MSFO5tJw6E/s72-c/IMG_4774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
