<?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-20910216</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:07:04.696-07:00</updated><category term='shower'/><category term='.'/><title type='text'>My Birdbrain Life!</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a small journey through the confused world of the Birdbrain Grandma, my animals, who think they are human, and the humans who put up with us.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just a few of the 26 pictures of Christian taken during a pro photo shoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is just too cute for words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think these pics are great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/ScmhQ1POvUI/AAAAAAAAAlM/kzoj0BQI3t4/s1600-h/m_76427cb1bf184bb2ac2eb86834d73cc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316958145628519746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/ScmhQ1POvUI/AAAAAAAAAlM/kzoj0BQI3t4/s320/m_76427cb1bf184bb2ac2eb86834d73cc3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/ScmhQ70b6AI/AAAAAAAAAlE/bYdUG1EDfI8/s1600-h/m_b6f911099da5422db2e3fdbe3acd7f5f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316958147395184642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; 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she got a pedicure, I got my nails done.&lt;br /&gt;When we were finished, she treated me to Starbucks and gave me a sweet book&lt;br /&gt;called, "What I like about you, Mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked Jayden up at the sitters and when we got home...&lt;br /&gt;Jerry had more surprises waiting for me...&lt;br /&gt;There was a brand new, rocker/recliner sitting in my living room,&lt;br /&gt;for me to sit in and rock my two, sweet little guys.&lt;br /&gt;There was a new, and might I say, very pretty, light fixture&lt;br /&gt;installed over the dining table.&lt;br /&gt;And... my wonderful guy didn't want me to have to cook,&lt;br /&gt;so he ordered dinner delivered, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I sat in my new chair, watched t.v. and enjoyed a meal,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;Being spoiled is so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex got a new cage, this week.&lt;br /&gt;A really cool one, that is safe for the boys to be near and we don't&lt;br /&gt;have to worry about them getting bitten.&lt;br /&gt;The whole front of it is a solid, clear plastic.&lt;br /&gt;Almost like a window.&lt;br /&gt;Alex loves it and Christian is fascinated by the little green monster.&lt;br /&gt;There is a play gym on the top of the cage, which is&lt;br /&gt;out of the reach of little fingers, so Alex is safe up there and can&lt;br /&gt;people watch while he snacks on his favorite treats and plays with his toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling very appreciated this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has blessed me with a wonderful and thoughtful family.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord, for my blessed life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-6931969642633974089?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6931969642633974089/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-3944224216433184181</id><published>2009-01-18T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:04:23.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian's First Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292750916315384322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SXOg6ouaCgI/AAAAAAAAAko/h-66CqevStI/s320/m_eef3993fc7754eea9c247d0f1c8e0a3d.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Happy Birthday, Christian! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a houseful of people, all Christian's little friends came to party with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids ranged in age from 4 months to 4 years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had about 14 adults and 9 kids in all, in my very small living room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, we had a great time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SXOg6JdYgDI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/UC90ZJroxRA/s1600-h/m_62c9a3076c1f425ea7e6f8a8f51f78cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292750907922481202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SXOg6JdYgDI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/UC90ZJroxRA/s320/m_62c9a3076c1f425ea7e6f8a8f51f78cf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The birthday cakes were a huge hit. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SXOg6DvQI9I/AAAAAAAAAkI/us4fTJAg0_U/s1600-h/m_68a3a1d60b484da2a3929e9a4f180727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292750906386818002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SXOg6DvQI9I/AAAAAAAAAkI/us4fTJAg0_U/s320/m_68a3a1d60b484da2a3929e9a4f180727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christian got lots of great gifts and had a lot of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first major event of the new year is now past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SXOg6d7Nd1I/AAAAAAAAAkY/hrvv4lxf6Wk/s1600-h/m_1a821835d0fb4ef7bdea6e35b47e14ca.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SXOg6d7Nd1I/AAAAAAAAAkY/hrvv4lxf6Wk/s1600-h/m_1a821835d0fb4ef7bdea6e35b47e14ca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292750913416296274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SXOg6d7Nd1I/AAAAAAAAAkY/hrvv4lxf6Wk/s320/m_1a821835d0fb4ef7bdea6e35b47e14ca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday, Little Angel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; We love you and are blessed to have you and your little cousin, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jayden, in our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SXOg6RiqGlI/AAAAAAAAAkg/BJn9o_qviGc/s1600-h/m_e194886110ac49db906d89f2b6083a7c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292750910092089938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SXOg6RiqGlI/AAAAAAAAAkg/BJn9o_qviGc/s320/m_e194886110ac49db906d89f2b6083a7c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SXOg6DvQI9I/AAAAAAAAAkI/us4fTJAg0_U/s1600-h/m_68a3a1d60b484da2a3929e9a4f180727.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-3944224216433184181?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3944224216433184181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=3944224216433184181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/3944224216433184181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/3944224216433184181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/christians-first-birthday.html' title='Christian&apos;s First Birthday!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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/_vyvf43HYH3E/SXOg6ouaCgI/AAAAAAAAAko/h-66CqevStI/s72-c/m_eef3993fc7754eea9c247d0f1c8e0a3d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-5063564871543973689</id><published>2008-12-18T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:27:12.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>32 Years!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is the 32nd Anniversary of the day that I married the greatest guy in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I knew, the day I met him, that he was going to be the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;The first time, I saw those blue eyes and that mischievious smile, my heart just flew.&lt;br /&gt;I know that God meant him to be mine and after all these years, I can't imagine anyone else in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry, you have always been and will always be my SOULMATE, my LOVE and my BESTFRIEND. You are the one thing in my life that I can count on to be steadfast and true. As we grow older together, our love continues to grow stronger and more intertwined, to the point that I can no longer tell where your heart stops and my starts. You are in my heart and in my soul every minute of every day, every thought I have is complemented with your wisdom and your love for me. I think that when you meet and marry that one person who was meant to be with you, it is a blessing, beyond compare. I feel very sad for those who have not yet met their special someone. I feel bad for those who don't realize what TRUE love is all about.&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad I have you. I thank the Lord every day for the gift He gave me when He gave me you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-5063564871543973689?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5063564871543973689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=5063564871543973689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/5063564871543973689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/5063564871543973689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/32-years.html' title='32 Years!!!!!!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-8764396982755912920</id><published>2008-11-30T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:35:19.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Holiday Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/STNZfhDbioI/AAAAAAAAAjE/roZeukY2X7Q/s1600-h/m_1f40358c71354a62bc756886becd21c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274657986564557442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/STNZfhDbioI/AAAAAAAAAjE/roZeukY2X7Q/s320/m_1f40358c71354a62bc756886becd21c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving was a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geri's oldest friend came to town and spent a couple of days with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We really enjoyed her visit. She was a huge help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While Geri and I prepared our feast, Adrienne kept "The Peanut" (Jayden) entertained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/STNZfcOOevI/AAAAAAAAAi8/zuTSKwkG5BU/s1600-h/m_b57156cdd29949a0b09280a289895fab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274657985267661554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/STNZfcOOevI/AAAAAAAAAi8/zuTSKwkG5BU/s320/m_b57156cdd29949a0b09280a289895fab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/STNZfSgFiII/AAAAAAAAAi0/cI4d0zS7lZo/s1600-h/m_680573d86f1c461e86eb843c1600ef37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274657982658218114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/STNZfSgFiII/AAAAAAAAAi0/cI4d0zS7lZo/s320/m_680573d86f1c461e86eb843c1600ef37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dinner, Geri and Tish got the boys ready for some Christmas pics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Saturday evening, we put up the Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;Mocha helped a lot. Christian spent some quality time in Grandpa's lap.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Grandpa and Grandma are BOTH currently named, "YA-YA".&lt;br /&gt;He say's Mama for his mommy, Ba-Ba for his bottle, and said bye-bye to his Grandpa yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;But when he wants to play, he goes to YaYa (his Grandpa), when he wants to snuggle he wants his YaYa (me). I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/STNZfhIXO3I/AAAAAAAAAjU/UdvsIB0wYoY/s1600-h/m_e228d243173849dbaef2e80bbc741379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274657986585246578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/STNZfhIXO3I/AAAAAAAAAjU/UdvsIB0wYoY/s320/m_e228d243173849dbaef2e80bbc741379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/STNZfivOb8I/AAAAAAAAAjM/EuMH3SdxZZs/s1600-h/m_8b1495fbc94245f59ebb8331f2798965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274657987016683458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/STNZfivOb8I/AAAAAAAAAjM/EuMH3SdxZZs/s320/m_8b1495fbc94245f59ebb8331f2798965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian joined in the fun. And before you knew it we had a really cute, baby safe,&lt;br /&gt;Christmas tree. Specifically, plastic and paper ornaments on an inexpensive, light-weight, artficial tree (Christian and Geri both have allergies). I want the babies to be able to have a great Christmas and I want them to enjoy the tree. I don't want to have to tell them, "No, no" all the time!&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to pick my battles and the tree is not something to be obsessed with!&lt;br /&gt;Christian likes to touch it. His little face is priceless when he is watching and touching the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/STNbqhelGfI/AAAAAAAAAjc/jEIWIiu36uM/s1600-h/m_14e9f6e7f7e2479aa0f5f813619efc58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274660374680246770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/STNbqhelGfI/AAAAAAAAAjc/jEIWIiu36uM/s320/m_14e9f6e7f7e2479aa0f5f813619efc58.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/STNbqgWfjuI/AAAAAAAAAjk/26KnKzFo70M/s1600-h/m_91e53c37d6d942cfbc99ef62a99d128e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274660374377893602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/STNbqgWfjuI/AAAAAAAAAjk/26KnKzFo70M/s320/m_91e53c37d6d942cfbc99ef62a99d128e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/STNbq7g9zMI/AAAAAAAAAjs/YjqX9juPgl0/s1600-h/m_fe4f758d6a7b4745886880a997168d2c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274660381669575874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/STNbq7g9zMI/AAAAAAAAAjs/YjqX9juPgl0/s320/m_fe4f758d6a7b4745886880a997168d2c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden is still a little young to care about helping decorate or holding ornaments, but he is plenty old enough to give us an adorable smile. He is starting to make noises back at us when we talk to him and he coos and laughs at his Grandpa (and me, and his mommy, and his cousin Christian, and his Aunt Tish.) He is a very social baby and is a joy to have around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/STNfOlW70qI/AAAAAAAAAj0/IfEzEc3AqgM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274664292732097186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/STNfOlW70qI/AAAAAAAAAj0/IfEzEc3AqgM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/STNlxEaIOqI/AAAAAAAAAj8/FX-xqRNW3IA/s1600-h/m_7c22221865224ebfbd538b40b7a02b9c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274671482252311202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/STNlxEaIOqI/AAAAAAAAAj8/FX-xqRNW3IA/s320/m_7c22221865224ebfbd538b40b7a02b9c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until he and Christian get a little bigger. Grandpa wants to take them on outings, like fishing, the zoo, kayaking, etc. I can't wait to see how they will play together. Christian loves Jayden and gets quite concerned when Jayden cries. He gets a worried look on his face and looks around at us to see if we are worried too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-8764396982755912920?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8764396982755912920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=8764396982755912920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/8764396982755912920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/8764396982755912920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-holiday-fun.html' title='Family Holiday Fun!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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/_vyvf43HYH3E/STNZfhDbioI/AAAAAAAAAjE/roZeukY2X7Q/s72-c/m_1f40358c71354a62bc756886becd21c2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-4538723294225393310</id><published>2008-10-19T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:57:27.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Trip to the South Llano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SPwBdqrSawI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BICvHAWUVxc/s1600-h/Oktoberfisch+2008+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SPwBdqrSawI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BICvHAWUVxc/s320/Oktoberfisch+2008+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259080074045582082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SPwBd5VzGFI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Ih0VadIcmpw/s1600-h/Oktoberfisch+2008+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SPwBd5VzGFI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Ih0VadIcmpw/s320/Oktoberfisch+2008+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259080077981980754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SPv-APXVx8I/AAAAAAAAAZA/Rr9OoglXDs8/s1600-h/Oktoberfisch+2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SPv-APXVx8I/AAAAAAAAAZA/Rr9OoglXDs8/s320/Oktoberfisch+2008+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259076269963069378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SPv-AtBocCI/AAAAAAAAAZI/0ET7Ui0y-s4/s1600-h/Oktoberfisch+2008+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SPv-AtBocCI/AAAAAAAAAZI/0ET7Ui0y-s4/s320/Oktoberfisch+2008+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259076277925081122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SPv-BDNUZGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/quoeqOtLsjs/s1600-h/Oktoberfisch+2008+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SPv-BDNUZGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/quoeqOtLsjs/s320/Oktoberfisch+2008+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259076283879679074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SPv-BZncfpI/AAAAAAAAAZY/kiR4hCMo9o4/s1600-h/Oktoberfisch+2008+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SPv-BZncfpI/AAAAAAAAAZY/kiR4hCMo9o4/s320/Oktoberfisch+2008+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259076289894842002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SPv-Bpju1KI/AAAAAAAAAZg/3LgdLUG4cEI/s1600-h/Oktoberfisch+2008+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SPv-Bpju1KI/AAAAAAAAAZg/3LgdLUG4cEI/s320/Oktoberfisch+2008+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259076294174233762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SPv9HA5hVaI/AAAAAAAAAY4/sgdEAH-lnGo/s1600-h/Oktoberfisch+2008+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SPv9HA5hVaI/AAAAAAAAAY4/sgdEAH-lnGo/s320/Oktoberfisch+2008+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259075286827357602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few pics from our trip this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;We had such a good time.&lt;br /&gt;We met a lot of great people, we spent a little time on the river, we sat by a camp fire, ate some good food and some not so good food, we saw some really cool effects from the warm water in the early morning when the air temp was much colder than the water temp.&lt;br /&gt;Mocha got a new life jacket so she could go yakin' with me.&lt;br /&gt;We got to spend a lot of quality time together, just being together.&lt;br /&gt;It was a much needed break from a hurried and harried "every day of the week" lifestyle that really gets to you sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I don't fly fish, almost everyone else there does, but no one seems to care that I don't.&lt;br /&gt;Mocha was great! She was quiet and still in the yak. She really seemed to enjoy the ride. She was more social than I thought she would be. She spent every minute making people smile. It doesn't hurt that she is so cute and tiny.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, Jerry and I enjoyed ourselves immensely. I can't wait until next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-4538723294225393310?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4538723294225393310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=4538723294225393310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/4538723294225393310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/4538723294225393310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-trip-to-south-llano.html' title='Our Trip to the South Llano'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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/_vyvf43HYH3E/SPwBdqrSawI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BICvHAWUVxc/s72-c/Oktoberfisch+2008+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-5277508517223756896</id><published>2008-10-12T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:10:13.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The girls had to watch the Longhorns beat the Sooners</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SPK3XaOLKiI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/2-xrtCxFIts/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SPK3XaOLKiI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/2-xrtCxFIts/s320/Picture+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256465327898438178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SPK3Ioaj6mI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ojrL7Tiy294/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SPK3Ioaj6mI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ojrL7Tiy294/s320/Picture+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256465074010450530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SPK25vxZeHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1pvqUubw-O0/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SPK25vxZeHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1pvqUubw-O0/s320/Picture+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256464818287245426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SPK2pjto8wI/AAAAAAAAAX4/dPQO9bfrdZ8/s1600-h/m_b7838bd84f174261ac7b10fe79a5b947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SPK2pjto8wI/AAAAAAAAAX4/dPQO9bfrdZ8/s320/m_b7838bd84f174261ac7b10fe79a5b947.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256464540172350210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the Spirit of the event, the "boys" had to be properly attired.&lt;br /&gt;Not that either one of the little guys cared too much about the game. They did both seem quite interested in the antics of their mothers.&lt;br /&gt;And of course Alex joined in with the cheering and the protests.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, Christian is quite fond of his new little cousin and spends a lot of time trying to get close enough to kiss him.&lt;br /&gt;We have to be on our toes, because he also wants to play with him. Christian is still too little to understand the concept of "gentle". Although he does pretty well until he gets excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get much of anything done this weekend. I read some of my book, bought groceries, sat on my tail and played with the babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a really sweet card from my thoughtful husband, a "just because" card. Those are the best kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in the words of a great country song,&lt;br /&gt;"Life ain't always beautiful, but it's a beautiful ride."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-5277508517223756896?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5277508517223756896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=5277508517223756896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/5277508517223756896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/5277508517223756896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/girls-had-to-watch-longhorns-beat.html' title='The girls had to watch the Longhorns beat the Sooners'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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/_vyvf43HYH3E/SPK3XaOLKiI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/2-xrtCxFIts/s72-c/Picture+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-2353299812798610368</id><published>2008-10-10T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:33:26.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Alrighty, it's Friday!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am ready for a quiet day!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this weekend will be one of those "laid-back" sip a glass of wine or a hot cup of coffee, sleep late, read a good book, no worries, no hurries, weekends.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I have plenty to do, it would just be soooo nice to not have to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life.&lt;br /&gt;I love my job, my husband, my kids, my pets... etc., etc.&lt;br /&gt;I just sometimes wonder if the world would continue to turn if I took a vacation!&lt;br /&gt;Would someone else wash dishes, would someone else rock Christian to sleep, would someone else cook dinner, would someone else feed Alex, would someone else vacuum the living room, would someone else take out the trash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry helps when he is off. He will wash dishes for me. But, I really hate for him to do it. It makes me feel like I am falling behind or not performing my wifely duties appropriately.&lt;br /&gt;What I really wish is that some of the other ADULTS(?) who live there would pitch in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am talking about you, you know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough of that for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I will escape to my favorite coffee spot tonight for a little while. Just me and my new book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I am allowed to have my fantasies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-2353299812798610368?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2353299812798610368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=2353299812798610368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/2353299812798610368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/2353299812798610368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-alrighty-its-friday.html' title='Well, Alrighty, it&apos;s Friday!!!!!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-4007244036853353086</id><published>2008-10-04T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T08:31:11.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been waiting forever!</title><content type='html'>The new Christopher Paolini book finally arrived at the book store.&lt;br /&gt;It was due to come out this month.&lt;br /&gt;I have read the first two, "Eragon" and "Eldest" and enjoyed them thoroughly!&lt;br /&gt;The third book, "Brisingr" is promising to be just as exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to read and I love dragons.&lt;br /&gt;I especially love to read books about dragons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great book, a hot cup of coffee (with Mint Chocolate Truffle creamer), my favorite blanket and my favorite chair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a life!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-4007244036853353086?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4007244036853353086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=4007244036853353086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/4007244036853353086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/4007244036853353086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-been-waiting-forever.html' title='I have been waiting forever!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-7895108261854505298</id><published>2008-09-25T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:24:30.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to Mom</title><content type='html'>Hi Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you already! I went back to work today. Everyone wanted to know what happened so I told the story several times. I can tell it now without getting too emotional.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem real that you are gone.&lt;br /&gt;LuAnn gave me a picture of you. I put it in a frame and I have it sitting on my desk. It gives me comfort. You have that special smile on your face. The way you always smiled when someone pointed a camera at you. Like the Mona Lisa, it's hard to guess what you might be thinking. You could be thinking about how you hated to get your picture taken or how happy you are at the moment that it was taken. It is the same smile you used to tell a joke, give encouragement or give me a hard time. It is the same smile you used to show affection and anger. It is your own unique and special smile.&lt;br /&gt;When I look at the picture, I can almost hear your voice. I remember your laugh, I remember you telling me that you are proud of me, I remember you telling me, "It'll all work out." I remember you saying, "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;I love you too, Momma!&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful to have had an opportunity to bring you joy. I am thankful for the joy that you brought to me. I am thankful to LuAnn for giving me a picture that showed your wonderful personality in that silly, secret smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-7895108261854505298?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7895108261854505298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=7895108261854505298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/7895108261854505298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/7895108261854505298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/letter-to-mom.html' title='A letter to Mom'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-6558343881214929659</id><published>2008-09-21T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:49:32.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been thinking</title><content type='html'>I wanted to write about what has happened this week in my life and it's hard to put what I am feeling into words.&lt;br /&gt;The week started out with the blessing of a new grandson on Tuesday and ended with the loss of my Mom on Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;Such a roller coaster of emotions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom:&lt;br /&gt;She was a very special lady. I know everyone's Mom is special. Mine, no less than any one elses.&lt;br /&gt;She was the kind of person who never forgot to love.&lt;br /&gt;She taught me that forgiveness is something you just do, not something you have to think about.&lt;br /&gt;She never held a grudge and she never refused to help someone out.&lt;br /&gt;She was always ready to listen, without judgement.&lt;br /&gt;She was the lady with $2.00 in her pocket to last all week, but stops on the corner to give it to the man holding the "will work for food" sign because, "He needs it worse than I do."&lt;br /&gt;She is the woman who is a terrible hurry but stops to put change in the pot for the bell-ringer at Christmas, because, "It's cold out here and they work so hard."&lt;br /&gt;She is the one person who always understood that we were put on this earth to make someones elses life easier.&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, she lost hers.&lt;br /&gt;Mom had diabetes. She knew what she needed to do to take care of herself but she was too busy taking care of all those around her that she loved and never seemed to find the time or money to eat the right foods, get enough rest and take her medications right.&lt;br /&gt;She ended up in the hospital the same day that Jayden was born with fluid in her abdominal cavity. She was in renal and liver failure. She was in so much pain. She could not lay on her back because she couldn't breath.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, when I called her to see how she was feeling she would answer, "a little better" and ask about me, Geri and the new baby. She wanted to hear about Christian's latest antics and Alex's new word for the week. And never forgot to make sure I promised to tell Jerry that she loves him. She bragged about Aaron's hugs and how sweet and pretty Tish is and how sweet and precious Geri is.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, if Jerry told her I was fussing at him or being mean to him, she ALWAYS took his side.&lt;br /&gt;She teased him terribly and he loved it.&lt;br /&gt;Mom spent every moment of every day trying to keep peace in her world and make everyone happy. That was what made her happy.&lt;br /&gt;Now, with her gone, I find myself wondering, who am I going to call when Christian takes his first steps and Jayden eats ice cream for the first time?&lt;br /&gt;Who is going to laugh with me over Alex learning to say,"poo-poo"?&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I loved you so very much and I am going to miss you more than I can say. You were an inspiration and a real role model for selflessness, compassion and forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember the lessons you have taught me, the love you have shown to me and your funny, sometimes surprising, sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has called you home to give you the rest and the peace that you were never quite able to acheive in this old world and I am so thankful that He did not allow you to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;Rest Momma. You deserve it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-6558343881214929659?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6558343881214929659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=6558343881214929659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/6558343881214929659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/6558343881214929659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-been-thinking.html' title='I&apos;ve been thinking'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-3479942304357266914</id><published>2008-09-18T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:57:13.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Home, Tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SNMh0gvLSsI/AAAAAAAAAXo/PqudxBWXZrQ/s1600-h/jayden11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SNMh0gvLSsI/AAAAAAAAAXo/PqudxBWXZrQ/s320/jayden11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247575176841480898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't they sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geri and her new little boy, Jayden, will be coming home from the hospital tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geri is anxious to get home and show Jayden all the wonderful things that she made for him and to get into a regular routine (without all the expert advice from Pediatric nurses, telling her how to keep him swaddled and the Lactation Consultant, watching her feed him, and several people taking off his diaper to look at his circumcision, not to mention being asked if she has had a b.m. and getting woke up for vital signs and to have her tummy prodded and her incision peered at.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has really been a trooper throughout this whole ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised you the whole story, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the hospital at 4:30 a.m. on Tuesday morning. After checking in we were escorted to the Labor and Delivery. Geri was hooked up to the monitors and an I.V. was started.&lt;br /&gt;The I.V. was so painful, she almost passed out. Later she described to me that the RN putting in the I.V. was digging around for the vein in her wrist and finally gave up and inserted the I.V. in her hand. That IS Painful!!!!&lt;br /&gt;After the fluid was started and everything was in place, the baby's heart rate slowed down and Geri's blood pressure was not good, so we had to wait to start the oxytocin.&lt;br /&gt;Geri was given a little oxygen and all the vital signs stabilized.&lt;br /&gt;At approximately 8:30 a.m. they started the oxytocin to begin contractions.&lt;br /&gt;Around 2:00 p.m., the anesthesiologist came in and started her epidural. Then the doctor came in and broke her amniotic sac.&lt;br /&gt;We are thinking we will have a baby soon.&lt;br /&gt;Her contractions were good and strong.&lt;br /&gt;There was a problem, the baby wasn't moving.&lt;br /&gt;After several hours,(and a very sick Geri) he still wasn't moving.&lt;br /&gt;After a few more hours,( and more throwing up) he still didn't move.&lt;br /&gt;Geri was becoming exhausted and the contractions were causing the baby's heart rate to drop dramatically.&lt;br /&gt;His little head was becoming quite swollen, but he was not making any progress.&lt;br /&gt;At 7:30 p.m., the doctor decided there was something stopping him and Geri needed a c-section.&lt;br /&gt;We moved to the O.R. and Geri was prepped for surgery.&lt;br /&gt;After everything was set up, the doctor called me in.&lt;br /&gt;I stood by Geri, where she could see and talk to me during the procedure.&lt;br /&gt;I took a few pictures (nothing extreme).&lt;br /&gt;And at 8:08 p.m. We finally got our little one out into the world.&lt;br /&gt;And poor Geri, was promptly and violently sick again.&lt;br /&gt;I accompanied the baby to the nursery. Took a few more pictures&lt;br /&gt; and was totally amazed at how alert he was.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes wide open, and hungry little mouth searching for Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, he was happily nursing, like a little pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geri has been through so much during this pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;So many disappointments and heart aches.&lt;br /&gt;She has managed to keep her chin up and try to roll with the punches.&lt;br /&gt;It is finally all over and now her life begins anew with the birth of her precious son.&lt;br /&gt;I am very proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;She is a strong young woman and a very loving person.&lt;br /&gt;She has remained strong in her faith in God&lt;br /&gt;and kept on going when giving up would have been so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for giving her such a sweet and beautiful baby.&lt;br /&gt;I know with him, she will be able to forget the past and look to the future.&lt;br /&gt;With him, she has a reason to keep going, looking forward to every minute of her life.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord, for allowing me to be so involved with the miracle of this childs birth and his life.&lt;br /&gt;What a joy it has been. From the sewing and teaching and decorating to being a part of his coming into the world.&lt;br /&gt;I am truly a blessed woman.&lt;br /&gt;I have 5 beautiful grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 precious little boys in my home to help ease my pain at not getting to spend time with the other three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a song, "You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometime, you just might find, you get what you need."&lt;br /&gt;I have found, in MY life, I don't always get what I want, but You Lord, always make sure, I get what I need!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SNMsnXiTvBI/AAAAAAAAAXw/6lWOsBXEahQ/s1600-h/jayden10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SNMsnXiTvBI/AAAAAAAAAXw/6lWOsBXEahQ/s320/jayden10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247587045661195282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that he is beautiful? And perfect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-3479942304357266914?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3479942304357266914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=3479942304357266914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/3479942304357266914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/3479942304357266914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/coming-home-tomorrow.html' title='Coming Home, Tomorrow!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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/_vyvf43HYH3E/SNMh0gvLSsI/AAAAAAAAAXo/PqudxBWXZrQ/s72-c/jayden11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-5373877930637572786</id><published>2008-09-17T05:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T05:27:44.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Jayden!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SND2rNh4EcI/AAAAAAAAAXI/9ApFuTG8KlA/s1600-h/jayden+brian+duperry+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SND2rNh4EcI/AAAAAAAAAXI/9ApFuTG8KlA/s320/jayden+brian+duperry+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246964788113183170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SND2eqsoXNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Z5tFVeBrVRA/s1600-h/jayden+brian+duperry+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SND2eqsoXNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Z5tFVeBrVRA/s320/jayden+brian+duperry+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246964572604619986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell the whole story later, but for now, Jayden&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SND3Bjq_3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/3V_K6X3W_4M/s1600-h/jayden+brian+duperry+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SND3Bjq_3CI/AAAAAAAAAXY/3V_K6X3W_4M/s320/jayden+brian+duperry+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246965172014144546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is here.&lt;br /&gt;After an extremely long and somewhat difficult labor, the little guy finally arrived via c-section at 8:08 p.m. weighing 8 pounds and 2.3 ounces and 21" long.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SND3KktdMhI/AAAAAAAAAXg/kWVz28abTH4/s1600-h/jayden+brian+duperry+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SND3KktdMhI/AAAAAAAAAXg/kWVz28abTH4/s320/jayden+brian+duperry+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246965326911713810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has Mommy's blonde hair and Hamon blue eyes and his Daddy's chin.&lt;br /&gt;He was alert and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the world, Jayden.&lt;br /&gt;You are well-loved!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SND23OFdenI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/aK8dilsfQRA/s1600-h/jayden+brian+duperry+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SND23OFdenI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/aK8dilsfQRA/s320/jayden+brian+duperry+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246964994420865650" 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/20910216-5373877930637572786?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5373877930637572786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=5373877930637572786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/5373877930637572786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/5373877930637572786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='Introducing Jayden!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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/_vyvf43HYH3E/SND2rNh4EcI/AAAAAAAAAXI/9ApFuTG8KlA/s72-c/jayden+brian+duperry+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-7682086021687727783</id><published>2008-09-11T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:38:55.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunburns HURT!!!!!</title><content type='html'>My legs still hurt from my sunburn!&lt;br /&gt;I have been putting Silvadene on them.&lt;br /&gt;They feel a little better but I definately can now sympathize with anyone suffering from a severe sunburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geri is still hanging in there.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said if she doesn't go into labor before next Tuesday, he is going to go ahead and induce her.&lt;br /&gt;We will surely have a baby in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;She is totally miserable.&lt;br /&gt;She used up her burst of energy Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;She wore me and Tish out cleaning house.&lt;br /&gt;We did get it all done and now Geri is making sure it stays that way.&lt;br /&gt;She may be 9+ months pregnant but she is certainly becoming quite bossy.&lt;br /&gt;It is so weird for my little laid-back Geri to be such a "Queen Bee".&lt;br /&gt;It is really quite refreshing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian got a good report from the cardiologist.&lt;br /&gt;He is perfectly healthy.&lt;br /&gt;He does still have a murmur.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor called it an "innocent" murmur.&lt;br /&gt;He said he will have it all of his childhood but, it won't be a problem for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron is doing great.&lt;br /&gt;He and Tish washed dinner dishes for me last night.&lt;br /&gt;That was nice.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry "helped" me cook.&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice dinner together as a family with Christian as the resident entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;He is very vocal at the table.&lt;br /&gt;He really enjoys eating and wants to do everything himself.&lt;br /&gt;He still gets almost as much food on the highchair (and the table, and his Mommy and his lap and his hair and........) as he does in his mouth. It is fun to watch him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's the news for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Alligator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-7682086021687727783?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7682086021687727783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=7682086021687727783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/7682086021687727783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/7682086021687727783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunburns-hurt.html' title='Sunburns HURT!!!!!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-3150225053921035271</id><published>2008-09-07T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T17:50:55.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We made it!</title><content type='html'>Jerry and I went to the Brazos this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast and quite an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;Jerry blogged about our trip, so if your interested you can go to his blog.&lt;br /&gt;The link is to the right, and read all about it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any pictures to post because my camera is somewhere on the bottom of the river.&lt;br /&gt;We really did have a good time and it was super just getting away from it all for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geri is still pregnant, Jayden decided to play nice and turned into his proper position so there was no need to do the c-section. Geri was relieved on one hand and a little disappointed, too.&lt;br /&gt;Relieved that the baby is safe, but disappointed that we have to wait for him for a little while longer. All is now ready and waiting for the little one to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian goes back to the cardiologist tomorrow to get a check-up and to see if he has outgrown his heart murmur. We are hoping he has outgrown it. It has not been an issue for him at this point and it probably never will be a real issue. It would be great for it to be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else is doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;Except for my sunburned legs. THEY REALLY HURT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all the news for now and Christian wants his bottle and his Grandma, gotta go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-3150225053921035271?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3150225053921035271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=3150225053921035271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/3150225053921035271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/3150225053921035271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-made-it.html' title='We made it!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-1909829765182510403</id><published>2008-08-28T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T07:05:21.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of plans!</title><content type='html'>Geri went to the doctor on Tues.&lt;br /&gt;She is progressing along just fine.&lt;br /&gt;There is one little problem.&lt;br /&gt;Jayden is not in position correctly.&lt;br /&gt;He is laying sideways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor's remedy for this is a C-section, next Wed.&lt;br /&gt;Geri will go back to see him on this next Tues. and if Jayden has not turned, we will be having a baby on Wed.&lt;br /&gt;This was not how Geri wanted it, but, of course, she want her little boy to be born safely and his current position could be life threatening, if she were to go into labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry and I had a weekend camping trip planned for the 5th, 6th and 7th.&lt;br /&gt;We were both very disappointed, but we had to cancel.&lt;br /&gt;Geri will likely be coming home from the hospital Fri. afternoon with a brand new baby and not feeling very well.&lt;br /&gt;She needs us.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad to have to cancel our trip, and I hope that we can rescedule it for a weekend very soon. We are going to the Llano in October and I definately need to practice my paddling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are excited about the birth of our new grandson. It is going to busy around our house with two little boys.&lt;br /&gt;Christian is going to be a great cousin for Jayden.&lt;br /&gt;He is such a big boy now and I know he will keep us all on our toes very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh oh! late for my meeting. Gotta go!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-1909829765182510403?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1909829765182510403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=1909829765182510403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/1909829765182510403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/1909829765182510403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/change-of-plans.html' title='Change of plans!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-6639523555751670076</id><published>2008-08-24T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T09:23:20.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SLGHppAE8kI/AAAAAAAAAW4/8yZGP0BRpCg/s1600-h/Patty%27s+Yak+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SLGHppAE8kI/AAAAAAAAAW4/8yZGP0BRpCg/s320/Patty%27s+Yak+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238116991059161666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SLGHUO24TeI/AAAAAAAAAWw/HIryVKcKfIw/s1600-h/Patty%27s+Yak+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SLGHUO24TeI/AAAAAAAAAWw/HIryVKcKfIw/s320/Patty%27s+Yak+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238116623264009698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up very early. Before the sun came up.&lt;br /&gt;We loaded our matching kayaks in the back of the truck and headed to Waterloo.&lt;br /&gt;My first attempts at paddling were a little difficult, Jerry decided, I was getting too frustrated and traded paddles with me.&lt;br /&gt;The difference was amazing, I was making progress. I was moving along.&lt;br /&gt;I was really enjoying the experience.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I was getting the hang of it, I really enjoyed being out on the water, early in the morning, not another soul around.  Just me, Jerry and the great outdoors. It was so peaceful, the temperature was perfect, no noise except the birds and the ducks.&lt;br /&gt;We paddled around for a while, just loving the morning.&lt;br /&gt;We loaded back up and went for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;It was great spending some quiet time with my guy.&lt;br /&gt;I think, I could get used to this 'yakin' if we keep having days like today.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my sweet guy who made sure everything was perfect, down to the pink lifejacket!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-6639523555751670076?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6639523555751670076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=6639523555751670076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/6639523555751670076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/6639523555751670076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-first-trip.html' title='My first trip!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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/_vyvf43HYH3E/SLGHppAE8kI/AAAAAAAAAW4/8yZGP0BRpCg/s72-c/Patty%27s+Yak+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-8255731997713297863</id><published>2008-08-17T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:22:59.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creativity!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SKj10yfDkpI/AAAAAAAAAWg/GaNfZ0iWrTM/s1600-h/104_2145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SKj10yfDkpI/AAAAAAAAAWg/GaNfZ0iWrTM/s320/104_2145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235704854072234642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I posted pictures of the bed set&lt;br /&gt;and decorations that Tish and I designed for Christian.&lt;br /&gt;We worked hard and created a very nice area for our little man to come home to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SKj11e0Z3cI/AAAAAAAAAWo/h3Db1zFSr10/s1600-h/Geri+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SKj11e0Z3cI/AAAAAAAAAWo/h3Db1zFSr10/s320/Geri+03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235704865972936130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I get to post the pictures of the bed set and decorations that Geri and I designed and created for Jayden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a real sense of accomplishment for new Mom's when they are able to use their creative talents to make something beautiful for their new baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes everything just a little more special when you are able to put a little of your own heart into what you create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two very different rooms, designed and created by two very different new Mom's, for two very special little boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-8255731997713297863?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8255731997713297863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=8255731997713297863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/8255731997713297863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/8255731997713297863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/creativity.html' title='Creativity!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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/_vyvf43HYH3E/SKj10yfDkpI/AAAAAAAAAWg/GaNfZ0iWrTM/s72-c/104_2145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-853908459012390438</id><published>2008-08-17T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T13:08:37.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SKiEpvlZFGI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ljASzK57FLQ/s1600-h/Geri+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SKiEpvlZFGI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ljASzK57FLQ/s320/Geri+05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235580419501003874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden, "God has heard"&lt;br /&gt;One more project completed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-853908459012390438?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/853908459012390438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=853908459012390438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/853908459012390438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/853908459012390438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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/_vyvf43HYH3E/SKiEpvlZFGI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ljASzK57FLQ/s72-c/Geri+05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-6443611048533256089</id><published>2008-08-17T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:19:36.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few more weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SKhoTNytLsI/AAAAAAAAAWI/SMd2R_rcXzg/s1600-h/Geri%27s+Projects+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SKhoTNytLsI/AAAAAAAAAWI/SMd2R_rcXzg/s200/Geri%27s+Projects+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235549246147342018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SKhnpanb6NI/AAAAAAAAAVY/4dQvJQbIXxk/s1600-h/Geri%27s+Projects+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SKhnpanb6NI/AAAAAAAAAVY/4dQvJQbIXxk/s200/Geri%27s+Projects+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235548528035227858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SKhnpxXCJxI/AAAAAAAAAVg/pRtoRAavFFA/s1600-h/Geri%27s+Projects+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SKhnpxXCJxI/AAAAAAAAAVg/pRtoRAavFFA/s200/Geri%27s+Projects+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235548534140446482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SKhoS1-lo9I/AAAAAAAAAWA/lx5OpAZZpuQ/s1600-h/Geri%27s+Projects+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SKhoS1-lo9I/AAAAAAAAAWA/lx5OpAZZpuQ/s200/Geri%27s+Projects+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235549239754728402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SKhnqEj-poI/AAAAAAAAAVo/2ShBnBC-mbA/s1600-h/Geri%27s+Projects+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SKhnqEj-poI/AAAAAAAAAVo/2ShBnBC-mbA/s200/Geri%27s+Projects+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235548539295016578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SKhoTYJZ-8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/C4PyqV-Ci_w/s1600-h/Geri%27s+Projects+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SKhoTYJZ-8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/C4PyqV-Ci_w/s200/Geri%27s+Projects+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235549248926907330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SKhnqZ1CzoI/AAAAAAAAAVw/dmybpt-CAgg/s1600-h/Geri%27s+Projects+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SKhnqZ1CzoI/AAAAAAAAAVw/dmybpt-CAgg/s200/Geri%27s+Projects+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235548545003736706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SKhnqbrePdI/AAAAAAAAAV4/yjUpZYSYZ2Q/s1600-h/Geri%27s+Projects+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SKhnqbrePdI/AAAAAAAAAV4/yjUpZYSYZ2Q/s200/Geri%27s+Projects+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235548545500462546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SKhmyq08FAI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/RS5DZF9BH1c/s1600-h/Geri%27s+Projects+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SKhmyq08FAI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/RS5DZF9BH1c/s200/Geri%27s+Projects+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235547587494024194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til Jayden arrives and Geri has been busy.&lt;br /&gt;She has been designing, quilting, sewing cutting, tying and painting.&lt;br /&gt;Creating the perfect atmosphere to bring her little boy home to.&lt;br /&gt;Projects that are still in the works, include a handpainted, plaid piggy bank to match his theme and a hand crocheted baby afgan (after, I teach her how to crochet, that is).&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time she has completed a beautiful bed set, including a custom designed quilt and pillow sham, custom made bumper pads, a hand tied no-sew blanket, three large flannel recieving blankets, a special satin-lined, feather soft, coming home blanket and a wall hanging to match her Winnie-the-Pooh theme, spelling out the baby's name, in hand painted letters with hand painted accent characters.&lt;br /&gt;I think Jayden has a very creative Mom.&lt;br /&gt;What a lucky little man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-6443611048533256089?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6443611048533256089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=6443611048533256089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/6443611048533256089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/6443611048533256089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-few-more-weeks.html' title='Just a few more weeks!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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/_vyvf43HYH3E/SKhoTNytLsI/AAAAAAAAAWI/SMd2R_rcXzg/s72-c/Geri%27s+Projects+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-9075462703310744915</id><published>2008-08-13T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:07:38.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Cheese Puffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i175.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid175.photobucket.com/albums/w142/texascrappiefisherman/christianandrew339.flv" height="361" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-9075462703310744915?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9075462703310744915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=9075462703310744915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/9075462703310744915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/9075462703310744915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='Eating Cheese Puffs'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-768725053787142645</id><published>2008-08-13T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T15:21:56.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've been busy!</title><content type='html'>Geri is home for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;Her baby boy is due to come into the world in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;We spent the entire week-end, last week-end sewing and organizing everything she is going to need. We had a great time designing and creating a custom quilt and bedset. Winnie the Pooh, of course. Geri loves Pooh Bear and wanted him for her baby's theme.&lt;br /&gt;We are not quite finished yet but, if she happened to have her baby tomorrow, we are ready.&lt;br /&gt;She went to the doctor Tues. and he seems to think she will go late.&lt;br /&gt;That's okay because Great-grandma Margaret's birthday is the 14th and she wants a new great-grandson for her birthday. They are going to try to come to Texas again for Thanksgiving or Christmas. I hope it works out where they can. I would love to cook for a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished the room on the back before Brian left and got Aaron moved in. He really likes it. He has a LOT of privacy and per his request, no windows, so it is really dark in there. He says he could sleep forever and never realize it is daytime out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian had his first experience with cheese puffs yesterday. He was so funny. He was trying to eat them 2 or 3 at a time. The more we put on his tray, he more he tried to pick up at once. He usually enjoys eating but that was a party. Tish and I laughed so much at his antics and of course he joined in. He is such a happy little guy and anyone laughing makes him laugh, too.&lt;br /&gt;He is getting so independent. He tries to hold the spoon and feed himself and he tries to hold his sippy cup himself. It's getting harder to feed him baby food. He really likes things he can pick up and feed himself.What a monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tish has been trying to spend time with Chase while he is on leave. She is taking pictures of Christian with Chase's camera so he will have them when he goes back to Kuwait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, Jerry and I have been working hard to get things in order for a trip in October. Jerry is buying me a kayak. We are going to an event together. I am excited about spending time with my best buddy all alone. I know, he thinks he is a great fisherman and if you read his blog, you will agree with him. But that is only because I haven't been lately. I CAN outfish him and I plan on proving it in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's time to cook dinner for my crew and I don't want Jerry to catch me bragging so I'm outta here. Hope I got you all caught up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-768725053787142645?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/768725053787142645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=768725053787142645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/768725053787142645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/768725053787142645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/weve-been-busy.html' title='We&apos;ve been busy!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-4835403842673116219</id><published>2008-07-26T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:41:37.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Summary!</title><content type='html'>I am about to have a very full house!&lt;br /&gt; Geri is moving back home for a little while.&lt;br /&gt; We will also have another little boy in the house, in just a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Two grandsons to spoil and to love.&lt;br /&gt;Two daughters at home to dote on and sew for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A house full of people to cook for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I firmly and adamantly believe that God puts His children, where He needs them to be, when He needs them to be there. I further believe that He has a plan for our lives and He knows what to do ALL THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that God knew that Geri was going to need her Dad and me and that we needed her, I believe that He arranged certain circumstances in our lives in order for us to do what we need to do.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that He is always looking out for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for helping our family to begin to heal.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me back my zest for life.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me back my hope.&lt;br /&gt;I will always praise you! Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-4835403842673116219?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4835403842673116219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=4835403842673116219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/4835403842673116219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/4835403842673116219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/quick-summary.html' title='A Quick Summary!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-1218011314026426642</id><published>2008-07-18T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T18:33:08.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love this Pic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SIFDzKirr-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/YTAbgr060xc/s1600-h/texomayakin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SIFDzKirr-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/YTAbgr060xc/s400/texomayakin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224531589008699362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my "Yakin' Honey" in his new ride!&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture.&lt;br /&gt;He loves his new kayak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-1218011314026426642?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1218011314026426642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=1218011314026426642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/1218011314026426642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/1218011314026426642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-this-pic.html' title='Love this Pic!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SIFDzKirr-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/YTAbgr060xc/s72-c/texomayakin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-871344586098091162</id><published>2008-07-17T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:10:52.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SIAXLYIEnmI/AAAAAAAAAVA/oh_YWKg5XUA/s1600-h/s42627ca106824_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SIAXLYIEnmI/AAAAAAAAAVA/oh_YWKg5XUA/s320/s42627ca106824_14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224201051972083298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SIAW8G3JDPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/hasHcFGu-b8/s1600-h/s42627ca106824_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SIAW8G3JDPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/hasHcFGu-b8/s200/s42627ca106824_13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224200789639630066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SIAV2Uc_JNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/oyivvbDVcJQ/s1600-h/s42627ca106824_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SIAV2Uc_JNI/AAAAAAAAAUY/oyivvbDVcJQ/s320/s42627ca106824_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224199590697182418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a few really good ones!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get the prints on my desk at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SIAWCv44IhI/AAAAAAAAAUg/uaCCrBveQnE/s1600-h/s42627ca106824_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SIAWCv44IhI/AAAAAAAAAUg/uaCCrBveQnE/s320/s42627ca106824_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224199804220350994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SIAWqM6BsQI/AAAAAAAAAUw/pkGyhCd8j3A/s1600-h/s42627ca106824_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SIAWqM6BsQI/AAAAAAAAAUw/pkGyhCd8j3A/s200/s42627ca106824_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224200482024698114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SIAWOwzjZlI/AAAAAAAAAUo/pRAffb2v-_A/s1600-h/s42627ca106824_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SIAWOwzjZlI/AAAAAAAAAUo/pRAffb2v-_A/s320/s42627ca106824_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224200010624886354" 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/20910216-871344586098091162?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/871344586098091162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=871344586098091162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/871344586098091162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/871344586098091162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/beautiful-pictures.html' title='Beautiful Pictures'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SIAXLYIEnmI/AAAAAAAAAVA/oh_YWKg5XUA/s72-c/s42627ca106824_14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-5657685361283924368</id><published>2008-07-17T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:00:58.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Visit!</title><content type='html'>Geri and Brian came over this evening. We had a wonderful visit. We got a few wrinkles ironed out and we went to the little Mexican food restaurant in Anna and had dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Brian is still an outrageous clown. He kept us all laughing throughout dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Aaron also went, Tish had a meeting after work and went to dinner afterwards with some coworkers so she couldn't go with us. Christian was there however and managed to charm the waitress. She didn't even realize he was with us until she brought the check. He was so good. He always is.&lt;br /&gt;Of course he smiled and laughed for her, that always works. He is going to be such a charmer when he is older.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we came back to the house and visited a little more.&lt;br /&gt;It started getting late and we all have to get up early in the morning, so they didn't stay too long, but it was sure good to see them.&lt;br /&gt;Geri looks great.&lt;br /&gt;She is due to have her baby boy in September.&lt;br /&gt;We had to tease Brian a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad they came and we got to talk. I missed Geri a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord, for helping us to find our way back together. I love all my children and grandchildren and it has been a real burden on my heart. I know that You know my greatest desires and that You are always there to give me the strength and patience to make it through anything. Thank You for answered prayers. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-5657685361283924368?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5657685361283924368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=5657685361283924368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/5657685361283924368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/5657685361283924368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/great-visit.html' title='A Great Visit!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-3888564900302636235</id><published>2008-07-14T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T19:09:18.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because, it is sooo sweet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SHwGr3z_Y0I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/M4q0mLJKwok/s1600-h/ChristianAndrew272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SHwGr3z_Y0I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/M4q0mLJKwok/s320/ChristianAndrew272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223057018629088066" 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/20910216-3888564900302636235?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3888564900302636235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=3888564900302636235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/3888564900302636235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/3888564900302636235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-because-it-is-sooo-sweet.html' title='Just because, it is sooo sweet!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SHwGr3z_Y0I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/M4q0mLJKwok/s72-c/ChristianAndrew272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-5078265796048455108</id><published>2008-07-14T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T19:06:35.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stylin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SHwCgxgLfrI/AAAAAAAAAUI/TxUy3ybwXig/s1600-h/l_8675c909131875f5b7c3bc38b4142e06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SHwCgxgLfrI/AAAAAAAAAUI/TxUy3ybwXig/s320/l_8675c909131875f5b7c3bc38b4142e06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223052429910310578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stylin' in his shades, a few days ago. And today, he is sportin' a brand new tooth!&lt;br /&gt;Exactly 6 months old.&lt;br /&gt;What a little man, we have on our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had dinner this evening and we gave him a teething biscuit.&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't quite mastered putting something in his mouth, well, except for his fingers, but he did lean forward and put his little mouth  around the biscuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is a new experience, a new discovery, a new expression, a new joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-5078265796048455108?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5078265796048455108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=5078265796048455108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/5078265796048455108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/5078265796048455108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/stylin.html' title='Stylin&apos;'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SHwCgxgLfrI/AAAAAAAAAUI/TxUy3ybwXig/s72-c/l_8675c909131875f5b7c3bc38b4142e06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-380192426067517513</id><published>2008-07-12T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:16:56.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Day!</title><content type='html'>I got a lot accomplished today, at home.&lt;br /&gt;I still have a lot to do.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to rearrange the living/dining room areas in the house.&lt;br /&gt;"Little man" is getting bigger and needs room to play.&lt;br /&gt;He is not only outgrowing his clothes, he is outgrowing sharing a room with Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;Although his crib and clothes will stay in Mommy's room, we are trying to set up a day area for him to play. All of his toys and other baby essentials will be in that area.&lt;br /&gt;I am giving up my sewing/craft area, but that is okay.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the day to get that project rolling along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow evening, after Jerry leaves for work, I am going my office (I love saying,"My office") to get it set up and in order.&lt;br /&gt;I got a fridge and a microwave, they are black/stainless just like my stove and fridge at home, isn't that cool.&lt;br /&gt;I have a new partner at work. She does MCD and I do MCR. She is really very nice and so far we get along great. Her office is right next to mine.&lt;br /&gt;Our corporate consultant was in last week to give us some training, this week we are on our own. SCARY!&lt;br /&gt;I'm confidant that we will do just fine(???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Christian's first week at day care went by surprisingly well.&lt;br /&gt;I was a little worried that I had managed to spoil him beyond the point of no return, but his sitter thinks he is terrific and they spoil him just as bad as I did, so there.&lt;br /&gt;He seems to be really enjoying the interaction with other children and I think it is good for him to be around other children.&lt;br /&gt;Although we all would like to keep our babies, babies for a while, I think I may have been babying my grandson a little too much. Being around other kids will give him an opportunity to develop good social skills as well as learn to play on his own.&lt;br /&gt;Tish is also well satified with the choice we made. That is what really counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is going along so great now, I am so happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-380192426067517513?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/380192426067517513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=380192426067517513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/380192426067517513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/380192426067517513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy-day.html' title='Busy Day!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-6685246342189434125</id><published>2008-07-09T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:09:33.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is absolutely nothing sweeter,</title><content type='html'>than having the little cherub that lives in my house plant an unexpected, wet, sloppy, "I need a towel", open-mouthed, drool-drenched kiss on whatever part of your face he can reach.&lt;br /&gt;Then squeal with delight as you laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;What a joy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-6685246342189434125?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6685246342189434125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=6685246342189434125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/6685246342189434125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/6685246342189434125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/there-is-absolutely-nothing-sweeter.html' title='There is absolutely nothing sweeter,'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-3480596557955454161</id><published>2008-07-06T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:04:31.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think we are ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SHGOcFw-_CI/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEzOnmQm6j8/s1600-h/christian+andrew+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SHGOcFw-_CI/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEzOnmQm6j8/s320/christian+andrew+166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220110056334228514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We met with Christian's new sitter, today.&lt;br /&gt;Christian was his charming, little social self and soon had her totally in love.&lt;br /&gt;He managed to charm Trina, her husband and her 4 boys with his constant smiling, wiggling and jumping.&lt;br /&gt;Tish and I spent the evening getting all his stuff ready for tomorrow. We tried to make sure we didn't forget anything. Bottles, formula, diapers, wipes, clean clothes, burp cloths, bibs, blankets, toys, baby food, cereal, bowls, spoons, diaper cream, sun screen, lotion, his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jumperoo&lt;/span&gt;, socks.... I hope we got everything. I am sure Trina will let us know if there is something else she might need. We put together a list of emergency contacts, Tish made out a feeding schedule, and we told her everything we could think of, to make her day with Christian, go a little easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christian&lt;/span&gt; is very social and loves people, especially small children, so I am sure all will go well. He is not used to a quiet environment, noise will not bother him.&lt;br /&gt;I did tell her he is a bit spoiled. She totally understands that. After all, he has been cared for by his Grandpa and Grandma, during the day, for the last 3 1/2 months and his Mommy before that.&lt;br /&gt;Trina is an experienced child care provider and has a home based child care business, she has only two or three other children that she currently cares for. Christian is the only infant.&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid he will be even more spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am trying to decide what I want to take with me tomorrow, to start setting up my office.&lt;br /&gt;I think I will just take a few things this time and by Saturday, I hope to have everything in place.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I will be mainly, getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;acclimated to all the new people. We have a new Administrator and most of the Administrative staff has recently changed. Although I already know most of them, I have not worked with them in this atmosphere. I will be meeting the Administrator for the first time tomorrow and he is my immediate supervisor. I will not be involved with the clinical end of things anymore. I have not seen my office recently. Last time I was in there, Cindy was the occupant. How strange that feels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow begins a lot of major changes in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for all the blessings. Thank you for helping us find someone who is caring and trustworthy to care for Christian. Thank you for leading us to the right people to cover my vacancy on the night shift so I could start my new job. Thank you for always being there and always answering my prayers. I realize that even if the answer is "no" or "not yet" something good always follows. You are always faithful. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-3480596557955454161?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3480596557955454161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=3480596557955454161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/3480596557955454161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/3480596557955454161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-we-are-ready.html' title='I think we are ready'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SHGOcFw-_CI/AAAAAAAAAUA/tEzOnmQm6j8/s72-c/christian+andrew+166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-4630142786071773264</id><published>2008-07-06T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T04:47:35.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just got home</title><content type='html'>from working my last night shift.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, tomorrow, I will start my new position.&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;It is going to be an intense job, but it is a fufilling and interesting job.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get started.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-4630142786071773264?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4630142786071773264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=4630142786071773264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/4630142786071773264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/4630142786071773264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-just-got-home.html' title='I just got home'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-1084931529825849735</id><published>2008-07-04T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T11:18:14.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SG5nCYdWMaI/AAAAAAAAATw/BeZN1QAlbSQ/s1600-h/christian+andrew+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SG5nCYdWMaI/AAAAAAAAATw/BeZN1QAlbSQ/s320/christian+andrew+195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219222308791923106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That looking at stuff upside down in quite interesting, that you can turn yourself upside down by leaning backwards while sitting in Mommy's lap, that thumbs taste much better while you are upside down. Christian knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching him discover new things is so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Even little things are so exciting to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joys of hanging upside down is a new discovery, we almost couldn't get him to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great world this would be if we could all wake up from our nap with this look on our face and spend the day hanging upside down.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SG5otyf3BOI/AAAAAAAAAT4/qOloV22Kd4Y/s1600-h/christian+andrew+197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SG5otyf3BOI/AAAAAAAAAT4/qOloV22Kd4Y/s320/christian+andrew+197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219224154027787490" 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/20910216-1084931529825849735?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1084931529825849735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=1084931529825849735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/1084931529825849735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/1084931529825849735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know?'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SG5nCYdWMaI/AAAAAAAAATw/BeZN1QAlbSQ/s72-c/christian+andrew+195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-3448253936648412280</id><published>2008-06-29T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:24:57.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe it! But, it's true!</title><content type='html'>Recently, our MCR Coordinator turned in her notice, our MCD/MDS Coordinator also quit.&lt;br /&gt;I was in the MCD position until Christian was born. The day after his birth, I returned to the floor as a charge nurse. To make a long story short, it was not my idea and I was very confused and upset by the change. I loved my job and would have stayed there forever.&lt;br /&gt;After a few management changes, there was a position for ADON. I have all the right qualifications, the ability and the knowledge to take on that position. I applied for it. Someone else got it. Again, I was confused but not really upset this time.&lt;br /&gt;When the MCR and MCD positions became available, numerous coworkers encouraged me to apply for one of them. I adamantly refused to try for either one of these positions. I just didn't want to get my hopes up to be let down again. Even when the Administrator suggested that I put in my application, I declined. I really did not want to go through that anxiety of waiting and being passed over again. I explained that to her. I told her that I could be interested but I would not ask for it, if they wanted me for one of those positions, they could call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY CALLED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I got a phone call from the administrator and our corporate consultant, ASKING ME to come in and talk with them about the MCR Coordinator opening. Oh my gosh! I was absolutely stunned. I cannot explain the feelings. I was happy to be asked, I was confused about why they called me, I was concerned that this was "For real" and not just the politically correct thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;I asked the administrator, "Is this real or are you playing with me again?"&lt;br /&gt;This is real, the corporate consultant and I really want to talk to you about this job.&lt;br /&gt;I gather up Christian and got ready, we headed to Denison for Grandma to interview for her dream job.&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, Christian certainly did his best to make a good impression. He flirted with every one who looked at him. He was so adorable that when we sat down in the office the corporate nurse was so busy adoring Christian that she barely looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the entire interview hearing about what a great employee, I am. I was told that I have everything they are looking for to fill this spot. Organization, Focus, The ability to work without supervision, knowledge of the systems, knowledge of the regulations, knowledge of the computer programs, good communication skills, a positive work attitude, a great work ethic.&lt;br /&gt;Wait a  minute, I thought you were going to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; interview&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the interview, I was told that they were interviewing at least one other person. O.K.&lt;br /&gt;Friday afternoon, I got the phone call. I GOT THE POSITION!!!&lt;br /&gt;Monday through Friday, 8 a.m. to 5 p.m., All major holidays off with pay, my own office, with a door and an outside window. I am my own boss. I am responsible for a major portion of the income for the facility. The only person in the facility that is above me is the Administrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel vindicated. I feel a huge boost in my ego. People are tellling me that I look happy. One CNA told me that if I didn't quit smiling, she was going to quit looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;I just cannot explain what it means to me, to have this happen.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't ask for it, I waited, several other people have done the job since I was moved out of it. They didn't do it right. To have your supervisors admit to making a mistake and asking you to come back, not to your old position but to the position higher than yours. To tell you how great you are. It is just an incredible feeling. Plus it comes with almost $500.00 a month pay increase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, Lord for hearing me. I know that You look after and protect your children. Thank You for keeping my faith strong throughout this trial and for the reward for my faith.&lt;br /&gt;I am truly blessed. I AM TRULY BLESSED!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-3448253936648412280?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3448253936648412280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=3448253936648412280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/3448253936648412280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/3448253936648412280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-cant-believe-it-but-its-true.html' title='I can&apos;t believe it! But, it&apos;s true!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-6027676363415833724</id><published>2008-06-23T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:55:24.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Happy Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SGB5RwOKArI/AAAAAAAAATo/obpPN5-zxdA/s1600-h/christian+andrew+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SGB5RwOKArI/AAAAAAAAATo/obpPN5-zxdA/s320/christian+andrew+183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215301714404049586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SGB44iEy4SI/AAAAAAAAATg/fNW2PhIiNSE/s1600-h/christian+andrew+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SGB44iEy4SI/AAAAAAAAATg/fNW2PhIiNSE/s320/christian+andrew+176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215301281109958946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The everyday faces of Christian!&lt;br /&gt;Rarely, does our "Little Man" have anything other than a big smile on his face. He is such a joy to take care of and so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;He is as free with the hugs and kisses as he is with the smiles.&lt;br /&gt;He is developing quite a little personality and it is really easy to tell what he likes and doesn't like.&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa and I are totally and completely smitten with him.&lt;br /&gt;So is his Uncle Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;He is very talkative and loves to play with his toys, Grandpa, being his favorite bouncing toy.&lt;br /&gt;What a pretty little face.&lt;br /&gt;What a darling baby.&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid he is going to be so spoiled that Great-Grandma will be able to smell him in Shreveport, but as I explained to his Mommy, "What do you expect when he spends his whole day Monday through Friday, with Grandma and Grandpa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SGB4nRJmd7I/AAAAAAAAATY/7wjZlA3FYYc/s1600-h/christian+andrew+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SGB4nRJmd7I/AAAAAAAAATY/7wjZlA3FYYc/s320/christian+andrew+166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215300984508938162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Lord has blessed us in so many ways with this baby. I am thankful for each and every day I get to spend with him. I am thankful for Tish being so tolerate of my advice and maybe, sometimes, well meant but intrusive assistance.&lt;br /&gt;She is such a sweet girl and she knows how much we love this little cherub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord, for all of my blessings. I can never feel lonely or depressed with Jerry, Aaron, Tish and Christian in my life. I always have something joyful to come home to. I always feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Note the T-shirt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-6027676363415833724?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6027676363415833724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=6027676363415833724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/6027676363415833724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/6027676363415833724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-happy-boy.html' title='What a Happy Boy!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SGB5RwOKArI/AAAAAAAAATo/obpPN5-zxdA/s72-c/christian+andrew+183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-8455667220879204386</id><published>2008-06-15T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T13:47:26.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Grandpa!</title><content type='html'>Christian is a wonderful baby. He is always happy and really very easy to care for. Having said that, he is just a baby. At 5 months old, he requires a lot of interaction, love and attention. He gets it. That is why he is a happy baby.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I was exhausted. I had worked all night Thursday night and was up all day Friday with Christian. He wasn't fussy, he just didn't want to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;By the time, Grandpa got home. I was worn out. I still had an errand to run, so I left "Little Man" with Grandpa while I ran my errand.&lt;br /&gt;I had not slept all day. Christian had not slept all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SFV6_qQqfHI/AAAAAAAAATQ/QxjURe48nBc/s1600-h/100_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SFV6_qQqfHI/AAAAAAAAATQ/QxjURe48nBc/s320/100_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212207377845746802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I returned home to.&lt;br /&gt;What in the world did Grandpa do that I didn't do?&lt;br /&gt;Apparantly he took a bottle and fell fast asleep with Grandpa, no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but when I get home and move him to his bed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; very carefully,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; don't jiggle him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold my breath and ease him into the crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He doesn't wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still barely breathing,I move carefully over to the couch to take a nap.&lt;br /&gt; It's 4 p.m. and I have to go to work at 9 p.m.&lt;br /&gt; I lay down, put my head on the pillow, close my eyes and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; WAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa is laughing.&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't worry about it too much.&lt;br /&gt;I got up, picked the baby up, gave him kisses, handed him to Grandpa (who is still laughing), told Grandpa to wake me up at 8:30, went in my room, shut the door, curled up on my bed and promptly went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, for Grandpa. Who's laughing now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-8455667220879204386?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8455667220879204386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=8455667220879204386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/8455667220879204386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/8455667220879204386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/magic-grandpa.html' title='Magic Grandpa!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/SFV6_qQqfHI/AAAAAAAAATQ/QxjURe48nBc/s72-c/100_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-2575244827242466359</id><published>2008-06-11T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T06:08:46.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired!!!!</title><content type='html'>The last two days at work have been KILLER!&lt;br /&gt;So many things are changing. Our new DON is trying to make things better, but they are just getting more confusing.&lt;br /&gt;Combine that with new employees and people who don't know what they are doing and don't understand English and it makes for a really difficult day (or long night).&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gotten away from work on time in so long now, it's hard to remember that my shift is over at 6 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soap Box Time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) If you don't understand what is being said, DON'T SAY, "O.K."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just plan STUPID to pretend that you understand, if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;So many non-english speaking people will answer as if they know and understand you and then go on their merry way and promptly ignore what you just told them.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THAT. I am very patient explaining what I need to explain. Just let me know you didn't understand. We'll both be much happier. Especially when it is MY license you are messing around with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If you know someone has to wait until you relieve them before they can leave,&lt;br /&gt;     SHOW UP ON TIME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's disrespectful and extraordinarily rude to make someone who has put in their 9 hours, wait until you feel like getting to work.It's really not my fault you don't like to get up early, or your alarm clock doesn't work or your day care doesn't open before you're supposed to be at work.&lt;br /&gt;I work the shift,that I do in order to avoid those issues. I leave my house early enough to still get to work on time if I have a flat tire or have to detour around an accident.&lt;br /&gt;It takes me 30 minutes to  get to work, I give myself an hour. No one ever has to wait on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) If you're going to call in sick, do it early enough that your shift can be covered. Don't wait until it's time to show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really tired of having to stay 20, 30 45 minutes to an hour over (or longer) because of inconsiderate people. I am really raking in some cash putting in overtime hours that I didn't agree to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone out there with, what used to be called, "Work Ethic" anymore or have we all decided we are entitled to inconvenience other people because someone inconvenienced us at some point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a job, if you like to get paid, if you want to be respected at work, be respectable. Yes, I meant to say, RESPECTABLE!&lt;br /&gt;Do the right thing. Not just what feels good at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done, and "Little Man" has fallen asleep in my lap. Nap time for Grandma, until the next bottle, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all be nice to each other. It doesn't cost anything and it makes the world a much happier place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-2575244827242466359?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2575244827242466359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=2575244827242466359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/2575244827242466359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/2575244827242466359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/tired.html' title='Tired!!!!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-6713564511980655433</id><published>2008-06-09T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T07:11:16.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a great trip!</title><content type='html'>Aaron and I had a wonderful time on our trip together. It was so good to be able to spend some time with him, just the two of us. I don't think there was a topic of conversation that we didn't touch on during our 4 1/2 hour drive out there and 4 1/2 hour drive home. I got an opportunity to become re-aquainted with my terrific son. I am so very proud of him. He has become a really impressive young man.&lt;br /&gt;We left the house at about 7 a.m. We stopped in Lindale at Cracker Barrel for breakfast. We arrived at Mom's around 11:30. Not too bad for a morning drive. The traffic was good all the way there and we spent the morning laughing and talking about the "growing up years".&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, Aaron got to be reintroduced to the other side of the family. Frankie was in "top clown" mode and he showed off the whole time we were there. Aaron is convinced that he knows why his mother has mental defects. It's hereditary.&lt;br /&gt;He loved his Uncle Frankie, Aunt Beth, and his Grandparents and of course his Great Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;He and Beth talked for hours, he definitely impressed his Uncle, who thinks he is a, "fine young man".&lt;br /&gt;And his Grandma thinks he is just wonderful and wants him to come back for Mardi Gras.&lt;br /&gt;Frankie cooked taco burgers for us for dinner Saturday night and entertained us with jokes stories and card tricks.&lt;br /&gt;We visited a little with Great Grandma and she amazed Aaron with her ability to remember everyones birthday, including all four of my children and how many babies they each have.&lt;br /&gt;She showed him pictures of his great uncles. And she still had the birth announcement, I sent her, when Aaron was born.&lt;br /&gt;Beth showed him her computer system and impressed him with her genius IQ.&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Eddie amazed him with his independence.&lt;br /&gt;We left Sunday around noon to return home, leaving behind the 36" TV and a happy family and bringing with us a jar of homemade pear preserves from Great Grandma, a CD with, "It's hard to be humble" by Mac Davis and a heart full of fun memories and silly stories to tell.&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by the Boardwalk so Aaron could see it and we looked at "The Boats". Aaron plans on returning soon so he can, "Go to the Boats".&lt;br /&gt;We ate lunch at Hooters and then drove home. All in all, the trip was super relaxing and fun. I can't wait to do it again. Everyone in Shreveport makes me feel so special and loved, every time I go there. I always come come feeling happy and full.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-6713564511980655433?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6713564511980655433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=6713564511980655433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/6713564511980655433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/6713564511980655433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-great-trip.html' title='What a great trip!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-548072835466913093</id><published>2008-06-05T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:07:17.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week-end is Coming!</title><content type='html'>I am so excited!!! I am leaving early Saturday morning for Shreveport. I haven't seen Mom, Eddie and Beth since Thanksgiving. I can't wait to see how they are doing.&lt;br /&gt;Last week-end, I had an opportunity to get a new TV for my living room. I have been wanting a plasma TV for a very long time and just couldn't get ahead enough to spend the money on one. Last week, I finally got it. My old TV is still in very good condition. It is a 36" Magnavox. Mom had an old cabinet style TV. It would get hot and the picture would go out. They had to blow a fan on it so it would come back on. It finally died, for good, a couple of months ago. I had already decided to give her my old one, so when I found out about hers going out, it just made sense to make the trip out there and take her the Magnavox.&lt;br /&gt;I am off Friday, Saturday and Sunday. So, Aaron and I are going to pack up and leave early Saturday morning. That's right, son. E-A-R-L-Y!!!!  I would like to get past the mix-master before the traffic gets bad.&lt;br /&gt;We'll come home on Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry  and Tish will be all on their own. I am sure they will be okay. Christian will be here to keep them in line.&lt;br /&gt;I expect the coffee to be ready when I get there. Real Coffee, Frankie!!&lt;br /&gt;I'll think about stopping for donuts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-548072835466913093?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/548072835466913093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=548072835466913093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/548072835466913093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/548072835466913093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/week-end-is-coming.html' title='The Week-end is Coming!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-8832940058709694584</id><published>2008-05-29T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T06:17:09.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official!</title><content type='html'>Interview over. New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ADON&lt;/span&gt; announced. It's not me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I'm not a little disappointed. But, I am okay.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I was ready for Christian to go to a babysitter, just yet.&lt;br /&gt;I have grown quite fond of our little man.&lt;br /&gt;He is a delight. He smiles almost constantly. He laughs out loud at his Grandpa and at me.&lt;br /&gt;I sing to him and he sings along. Yes, he does sing along. Just ask Grandpa. He heard him singing with me.&lt;br /&gt;He also stays awake for longer periods of time. That is making my sleep time a lot less than I am used to and I really don't get enough most days. But, it is worth it to be able to spend time with him just hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa and Uncle Aaron are really good at helping out. I get to nap when they are home. They entertain Christian and keep him happy so Grandma can get in a nap. And Tish gets home from work and takes over the care of her little boy so I can rest for a while before I go back to work.&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had gotten the position that I applied for, I would have been working the same hours as Tish and we would have needed a sitter for Christian. There are wonderful babysitters out there but, no matter how wonderful they are, they just aren't going to do things the way Tish and I do them. Tish and I don't even do things the same way. We do agree on one very important point. Christian deserves our undivided attention all the time and a sitter, no matter how great, is not going to give that to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he ultimately chose someone else, I feel that I made a good impression on my supervisor and that good things will come of the interview. We shall see. I am not sorry that I applied and I am really glad to have gotten the opportunity to have a lengthy sit-down conversation with the new DON at our facility. I think we know each other a little better and that is always a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-8832940058709694584?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8832940058709694584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=8832940058709694584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/8832940058709694584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/8832940058709694584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-5599381119677724507</id><published>2008-05-23T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T21:55:41.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally have an interview!</title><content type='html'>I had a message from my Director of Nursing waiting for me when I arrived at work, last night. My interview for the new position is set for Tuesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;I am a little anxious and excited about the interview.&lt;br /&gt;I am not worried. I am very good at interviewing and know I will handle myself well. I just hope that I am the person they are looking for to fill the position.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I will be very good at the job. I just have to convince them of that.&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me. This job is an opportunity for growth in my career, a generous pay raise, and much better hours.&lt;br /&gt;My only regret is that it would become necessary for Tish to find a sitter for Christian or to find a job working different hours than she does now. I am sure it will all work out just fine, in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron has a new job. He starts on Tuesday. He laughed about the fact that he just got the job and his first day at work is a paid holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally broke down and got a home phone. I called Mom today to check in with her. It was so nice to be able to talk without worrying about the battery running down, losing signal or my ear getting hot from the cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;Alex, of course, had to join in the action. He climbed up onto my shoulder and grumbled away every time I would speak. It sounded as if he was participating in the conversation. I asked him if he wanted to talk to Grandma and he moved closer to the handset.&lt;br /&gt;I asked,"What do you want to say?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hello!", he answered.&lt;br /&gt;Then he said,"Good boy, good boy."&lt;br /&gt;"Alex IS a good boy.", Mom replied.&lt;br /&gt;Alex answered her with,"Alright".&lt;br /&gt;Then he was done talking on the phone, but he continued to sit on my shoulder and joined his own, "Ha ha ha!" with our laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had put him on his play gym earlier and since no one around here seems to be brave enough to assist me in clipping his wings, he has been doing a lot of flying around the dining room lately.&lt;br /&gt;At some point he flew off of his play gym. I was sitting at the computer, playing a game and I heard a soft whistle. I looked around and did not immediately see him, so I continued with my game. Then, a couple of more whistles, like the whistle you would use to get someones attention.&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and he was sitting on the back of the couch watching me. I asked him,&lt;br /&gt;"what do you want?" , "Come here!" he said. I picked him up and he sat on my arm making kissing noises while I played my game.&lt;br /&gt;In the mornings, when I come home from work, Alex greets me with, "Hello, Momma." Of course he will also say ,"Hello, Momma." to Jerry. Then he will start with,"Whatcha doin', whatcha doin', huh?" If that doesn't get the right response, he will add,"Come here, come here."&lt;br /&gt;At that point it is getting too funny to ignore, he wants out, he wants on his play gym. So we get him out. We are always rewarded with a big kiss, kiss noise.&lt;br /&gt;At night, when it gets dark, Alex likes to go to bed. If I don't go to him when he is ready, he will fly off his perch and make me come after him. He steps up for me willingly. I'll ask him if he wants to go to bed and he answers,"Go to bed, go to bed." I'll place him on the perch in his cage and he "helps" me shut the cage door, then he tells me, "Night,night".&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed daily at his ability to pick up new words and phrases and even more suprised that he uses them in the correct context.&lt;br /&gt;Only occasionally, will he ramble with no apparant purpose, going through every word and phrase and animal noise in his vast vocabulary. It is almost as if he is practicing his speech.&lt;br /&gt;He rarely screeches any more and usually only when he is distressed or frightened by something.&lt;br /&gt;But don't be fooled. As intellegient as he is, he will still bite the snot out of you if he doesn't want to be messed with. Yes, he has a real personality and a real temper to go along with it. He has his own ideas about what is appropriate behavior from humans and is extremely intolerate of what he considers rudeness.&lt;br /&gt;The problems come in when you don't know that he thinks you are being rude.&lt;br /&gt;The best advice I can give to my visitors, is, talk to him, give him treats and stay out of range of that beak. He can hurt you and he thinks it is funny to make you scream.&lt;br /&gt;Most everyone listens to me. Who is going to argue with even a small bird who can crack open brazil nuts with his beak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough about my little, green bird with the ego of  an eagle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New topic, next time. Don't forget to pray for me for this new job. Gad bless you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-5599381119677724507?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5599381119677724507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=5599381119677724507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/5599381119677724507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/5599381119677724507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-finally-have-interview.html' title='I finally have an interview!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-8698939651913966229</id><published>2008-05-13T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T05:39:12.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunity is knocking!</title><content type='html'>I am fairly nervous about opening the door.&lt;br /&gt;It means a huge responsibility for me in an extremely rewarding position, with a salary to match!&lt;br /&gt;It means a Monday through Friday job with occasional long hours thrown in.&lt;br /&gt;It means all major holidays off.&lt;br /&gt;It means more vacation days.&lt;br /&gt;It means that I have proven myself to be worthy of all the perks and difficulties that will arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it also means that Christian will have to be placed with a day care or private sitter. I was not really ready for us to do that at this point. But it is an extraordinary opportunity that will not be there for long and may not be offered again. I don't want to miss my chance to be something more than I am. I feel that I have knowledge and experience to be shared and this position will give me the ability to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am up for it.&lt;br /&gt;I am more than qualified.&lt;br /&gt;I have the knowledge and experience.&lt;br /&gt;I have the attitude.&lt;br /&gt;I have everything rolled up into one nice little package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't yet have the job.&lt;br /&gt;I put in my request for consideration last night.&lt;br /&gt;I was encouraged by my supervisor to try for it.&lt;br /&gt;I have been cajoled and begged and ordered by co-workers to try for it.&lt;br /&gt;So, I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wait.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I will recieve that all important phone call for the big "interview".&lt;br /&gt;I have already been interviewed once, very informally and informative.&lt;br /&gt;I was told that I am being seriously considered and that I have all the right stuff, but there are also other people being considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that I get the job. It will mean a substantial pay raise and the ability to do the things I love to do. I want it to be right, however, I am praying to get the job only if this is truly part of God's plan for my life. I will trust him completely with this. I did say I am nervous, but I am not obsessed or really worried about it. If they chose someone else who is qualified, I still have a full-time decent paying position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you please pray for me, if this is the right ting for me to do, if I made the right decision, your prayers will mean so much to me. If for some reason the job is not right or the timing is not right, I will need prayers of support. I really do want it. I just want it to be right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-8698939651913966229?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8698939651913966229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=8698939651913966229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/8698939651913966229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/8698939651913966229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/opportunity-is-knocking.html' title='Opportunity is knocking!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-135344439557226556</id><published>2008-05-08T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T09:27:23.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, busy, busy!</title><content type='html'>I don't seem to have time to complete any task!&lt;br /&gt;Every time I get started on something, something else needs my immediate attention.&lt;br /&gt;I start cleaning and the baby needs to be fed.&lt;br /&gt;I feed the baby and bottles need to be washed.&lt;br /&gt;I get laundry together and it's time to cook dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I gobble down my dinner because it's time to get ready for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I am not really, ready to live that life of leisure.&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is, that I am always worrying about what has not been done yet.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go buy groceries, I need to clean the house, I need to cook dinner, I need to wash clothes, I need to call my mom, I need to give the dogs a bath, I need to clean the bird cage, I need to put away the clean laundry, I need to clean out the fridge, I need to pay the water bill, I need to clip Alex's wings, I need to put away these boxes that I packed up for the storage building, I need to clear out the carport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off for three days this week. I don't see everything getting done before I go back to work.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Jerry is just as busy, mowing the lawn, fixing the A/C, feeding the dogs, rearranging the storage, and of course fishing in addition to working his regular hours, plus off-duty assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey World, we're getting older. Isn't life supposed to slow down? What happened to leisurely sipping a cup of coffee and reading that book that I started the other day. (I got interrupted and now, I can't remember where I sat it down, I have looked all over the house, in my bags, in the car....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to happier topics, AARON IS HOME. After 2400 miles and three days, he arrived safely at 4:oo in the morning on May 4th. Poor kid spent his entire 23rd birthday on the road. After a couple of close calls with gas money, he pulled in here and collapsed into his bed. He has unloaded his belongings and settled in to his room. Of course, he won't have much time to relax, he will be looking for a job soon.&lt;br /&gt;It is so good to have him home, I missed his silliness, he goofy jokes and funny faces. I missed his hugs and his voice. I missed having someone eat my cooking as if it is the best food he has ever tasted. It is really good to have him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, it is quiet in the house. Tish is working, Christian is sleeping, Aaron is sleeping and Jerry has gone fishing. I am blogging, but there is a load of laundry to get washed and a few dishes to wash, not to mention animals to care for and I really want to figure out where I put that book.........I looked there already......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-135344439557226556?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/135344439557226556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=135344439557226556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/135344439557226556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/135344439557226556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, busy, busy!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-2116902944690482970</id><published>2008-04-18T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T06:43:11.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum, Yum!</title><content type='html'>Hot! Fresh! Deno's Homemade, Fried Fruit Pies!&lt;br /&gt;I love the chocolate, and the lemon, and cherry, oh, and apple!&lt;br /&gt;Jerry's favorite is apricot.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad,  Eddy isn't here to share.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I could go to Deno's and get some more, if he wanted to come and eat them!&lt;br /&gt;They're even better than Homemade Oatmeal Raisin Cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Are ya hungry yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go have one now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;Cherry?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, lemon.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-2116902944690482970?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2116902944690482970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=2116902944690482970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/2116902944690482970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/2116902944690482970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/yum-yum.html' title='Yum, Yum!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-1091556377871129703</id><published>2008-04-17T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T16:44:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to catch up!</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a while. I have been a little depressed, I guess. I know you all are tired of hearing me lecture and moan about my problems. The truth is, I have so many things in my life to be grateful for and I know that. The thing is every time I start to feel like I am getting better something comes up to bring me down again. It usually involves one of my four children. I think maybe Jerry and I should fly to Africa and adopt a couple of children who need parents who love them. Most of mine obviously don't.&lt;br /&gt;You know, that is the nice thing about having pets. They always love you. No matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Alex is happy to give me kisses anytime I want one. He doles them out to Jerry freely. All he asks in return is a little attention once in a while. Of course, he gets a lot of attention daily. He is willing and ready to be picked up and put on his play gym. He sits in his cage in the morning and calls, "Hello, Hello, Hello Mama." until Jerry or I will open his door and let him step up. The whole time we are carrying him across the room, he lets us know repeatedly that he is a "Good Boy". We always agree with him. He rarely tries to bite anymore, so he really is a "Good Boy". He waits patiently on his gym for his treat. Jerry always gives him a little something so he is quickly becoming quite fond of Jerry. Jerry will point his finger at him and say, "Bang". Alex thinks that is hilarious, he will actually laugh for several minutes. Then Jerry gets tickled and that makes Alex laugh even more. He is such a funny bird and he loves to make us laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Sami is so sweet. He just wants to be close to you. No matter where Jerry sits, you can bet that Sami will be close by. Of course, he is such an old man and getting supremely spoiled. Jerry doesn't eat anything that he doesn't share with Sami. All of my scolding falls on deaf ears where Sami is concerned. Jerry loves that little dog. Sami doesn't ask for anything else.&lt;br /&gt;Junior and Mocha have turned into the "Terrible Twosome" They really know how to liven up a dull evening. Their antics are hilarious, albeit sometimes a bit destructive. They spend a bit of their time outside nowadays, at least until the puppy stage wears off somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;Saul is just "Old Faithful" always ready for a scratch behind the ears or a pat on the head. He doesn't need anything else to make him happy. He is just thrilled to be around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, maybe I'll just forget about Africa. I'll just stay here with my animals and my animal loving husband. I don't have to be afraid that they will stop loving me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-1091556377871129703?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1091556377871129703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=1091556377871129703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/1091556377871129703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/1091556377871129703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/time-to-catch-up.html' title='Time to catch up!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-6350868086214909469</id><published>2008-04-04T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T05:01:30.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal!</title><content type='html'>Things are getting back to normal around here. At least as normal as they are going to get in this house.&lt;br /&gt;My vacation ended and I was sure sad about that. It was nice while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;Chase is off today to fight for his country, he is going to Houston first and then to Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;Tish is pretty upset about it. I know she will be praying for his safety as will her Dad and I.&lt;br /&gt;Christian is growing by leaps and bounds and getting cuter and sweeter every day.&lt;br /&gt;Geri is in Houston right now. She is supposed to come in sometime next week for a doctors' appointment and a sonogram. We may find out at last that she is carrying a little girl (I hope).&lt;br /&gt;Aaron should be contacting us real soon about his expected date and time of arrival. I did get his room finished. It's painted and furnished, just waiting for him to take up residence.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry is working and loving his job. We are seeing a little light at the end of the tunnel. The off-duty jobs are helping to get us healthy again in the financial dept.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I would say life is pretty fine.&lt;br /&gt;We are being blessed every day.&lt;br /&gt;God is so good in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I could just win the lottery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-6350868086214909469?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6350868086214909469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=6350868086214909469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/6350868086214909469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/6350868086214909469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/normal.html' title='Normal!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-7224411040602643558</id><published>2008-03-25T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T07:44:59.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day!</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of my vacation. I did not get everything done that I had hoped to get done, these past ten days.&lt;br /&gt;I did accomplish a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I rested! I did not worry once about what time it is, where I need to be, what I need to do, or what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I watched TV. Sounds silly, but I don't usually have time to do that. By the time, my day winds down, I am too tired to watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I spent quality time with Christian. Between my work schedule and home life, I have not had time to just enjoy the little guy! Care for him, yes! But not just sit and enjoy his sweet company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, I spent quality time with my husband. Our work schedules are such that we have just seen each other in passing lately. It was so nice to get to spend the whole day with him on Saturday. Just being together, running errands and TALKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, I have read two books! It has been ages since I was able to finish one book. I have actually read two in just a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth, I painted Aaron's room. Three coats of paint on the walls and four coats on the door frames and window sills and I finally got all of the "baby poop tan" covered completely up. Today, I will put the furniture in there and rehang the curtains. After a few finishing touches, hanging pictures and making the bed, Aaron's room will be ready and waiting for him when he comes home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but the best of all, I spent time with my Lord. I have spent time in prayer, I have spent time healing from all the recent hurts in my life. I have spent time being thankful for the wondrous gifts and blessings. I have spent time praising the One who delivers me. I have spent time accepting that I do not really control anything and that things that happen are not MY FAULT. I have spent time just living in the Spirit and loving my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I think it has been a very productive vacation and I am ready to return to life with a renewed sense of self-worth and a lift in my spirit and a song in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, vacations do not have to be grand and exciting. You don't have to go anywhere, you don't have to take memorable photos of historical monuments and natural wonders. Sometimes on vacation, you just need to slow down and let yourself breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am refreshed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-7224411040602643558?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7224411040602643558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=7224411040602643558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/7224411040602643558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/7224411040602643558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-day.html' title='Last Day!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-3385760921512807125</id><published>2008-03-19T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T10:36:22.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Day Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>Tish and I took Christian to his pediatrician yesterday for his 2 month check-up and the first of his immunizations.&lt;br /&gt;He now weighs 12.2 pounds and is 22 1/2 inches long. He is eating well and the doctor was pleased with his growth.&lt;br /&gt;Our only concern is he still has his heart murmur. The doctor was not overly concerned about it but he does want Christian to see a specialist. So, they are making an appointment for him with a pediatric heart specialist and will call us with the date and time.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise he is in perfect health.&lt;br /&gt;We changed his formula to sensitive and it has really helped with the spitting up issues. He sleeps more soundly and for longer periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a sweet baby. He loves to be cuddled, of course. But he is happy to be put down so he can look around at his world. He is sleeping through the night and rarely cries. Mostly he cries when Mommy is messing with his little nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got two injections yesterday and one oral medication. I gave him some Tylenol when we got home. I expected him to be fussy after his shots. But, no, not Christian. He was just as sweet as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a joy he is to have in my home. Tish and I are closer all the time and Christian has three loving and indulgent adults to dote on him constantly. Tish doesn't seem to mind having us around to help out. She doesn't realize it but just having her and Christian here is a blessing to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase is leaving in a few weeks to go to Iraq. I pray for God to protect him and bring him home, safe and whole, to Tish and to his precious, little son. Tish is naturally worried about him and talks to me frequently about it. I pray for her also, I know, she will be able to make it through this time of separation with her love for Chase and her love for the child they created together to carry her through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-3385760921512807125?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3385760921512807125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=3385760921512807125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/3385760921512807125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/3385760921512807125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/big-day-tuesday.html' title='Big Day Tuesday!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-6481836742828477384</id><published>2008-03-17T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:25:41.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a darlin'!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R989JusfhkI/AAAAAAAAATI/wZJCfpHGcCE/s1600-h/Christian+%288wks%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R989JusfhkI/AAAAAAAAATI/wZJCfpHGcCE/s320/Christian+%288wks%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178925333862123074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am on vacation this week!&lt;br /&gt;I get to spend every day with this little angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, he sat on my lap, took his bottle (several of them), wet his diaper (numerous times), smiled for me (a lot), watched me wash dishes and cook dinner, while sitting in his bouncy seat, enjoyed the fresh Spring breeze, while sitting on the front porch, listening to the birds sing and napped a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a very busy day and now a tired little Christian has gone to bed for the night after one last bottle and snuggle with Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is really developing quite a personality. He smiles a lot and fusses very little. He watches everything that goes on around him. He recognizes his Mommy's voice, his Grandpa's voice and Grandma's voice. When he hears one of us, he will turn his head toward the sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, he is getting bigger and more alert and sweeter. He will entertain himself for a good little while, watching the lights on his soother or watching the lights and shadows on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;He likes Mocha and smiles when she tickles him by licking his toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, he goes to the doctor for his 2 month check-up and the first of his immunizations. I will update everyone on his growth progress. I personally think he is an exceptional baby and fully expect the doctor to tell us that he is smarter and cuter than the average baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-6481836742828477384?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6481836742828477384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=6481836742828477384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/6481836742828477384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/6481836742828477384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-darlin.html' title='What a darlin&apos;!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R989JusfhkI/AAAAAAAAATI/wZJCfpHGcCE/s72-c/Christian+%288wks%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-1684902660340956272</id><published>2008-03-15T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T16:48:24.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Night!</title><content type='html'>Then, I get to take my vacation.&lt;br /&gt;If everything goes according to plan, I will have 10 glorious days to spend at home!&lt;br /&gt;I can get some things finished up.&lt;br /&gt;Geri will be moving the rest of her belongings out, for her new life with Brian and "baby" who will be arriving sooner than she thinks.&lt;br /&gt;She goes to the doctor tomorrow, so we should have a more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definite&lt;/span&gt; idea about the due date of her little one.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry is on Spring Break next week, we were going to try to go away for a few days, but the cost of gas and bills kinda put the brakes on that one. That's okay, I am just happy that we will be able to spend some time together.&lt;br /&gt;Tish will be working, although I think they will be closed for Good Friday.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I will have 1o days to get my bedrooms re-arranged, everything put away and probably re-arranged a few other rooms as well. Spring Break/Spring Cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;Aaron is expected to come home in April, he is going to drive down. He is planning to go through California on his way, to visit with one of his best friends. I am excited for him. He has never really been anywhere, it will be a great trip for him to drive from Washington State to Texas via California. I hope he takes his time and lots of pictures. I know there are so many things to be seen. I will have his room ready by the time he arrives home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one more night. I don't have to go anywhere to enjoy my vacation, I love my home, I love my husband and family and going on a trip is not really relaxing to me. It is so much work to get ready, then there is getting the house ready before you leave, cleaning up when you get back home, and finally getting ready to go back to work. This way, I can lay around all I want to, watch TV, clean as I feel like it, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt;... ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-1684902660340956272?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1684902660340956272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=1684902660340956272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/1684902660340956272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/1684902660340956272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-more-night.html' title='One More Night!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-6085478007281725691</id><published>2008-03-10T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T17:22:13.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a little sad!</title><content type='html'>I went to the grocery store this evening, to pick up some trash bags and a couple of things I needed for the house.&lt;br /&gt;As I turned the corner at the back of the store, I spotted my granddaughter, dancing and twirling to the music she was making. Her dark hair flying around her sweet face. I watched her for just a moment and then turned away. I couldn't let her see me. I didn't know if it would cause a scene, so I moved on.&lt;br /&gt;The last time I saw her she clung to me, hugging me and showing me every toy, Santa had brought her.&lt;br /&gt;How could I explain to her that I am no longer welcome in her life? She would not understand, she only knows Grandma as someone who will play with her and listen to her chatter endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;How do you explain to a four year old, why they can't see you anymore?&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that her Daddy saw me there. I am also sure that he will deny it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, he thought there would be a scene. I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;It is just really a sad thing to have to pretend that I don't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not bitter, perhaps hurt, but not bitter.&lt;br /&gt;I still pray for my oldest daughter and her family. Not only because that is what Christ instructed us to do. But because, that is what I truly want for them. I want them to be happy. I want them to prosper. I want them to have a beautiful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of support and love from family and friends who, like me, do not understand this tradgedy. I certainly do not understand it and perhaps I never will.&lt;br /&gt;In any case, when I arrived back home, I kissed Christian. I truly believe that God sent him to fill my empty arms and heal my broken heart. I melt when he smiles at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-6085478007281725691?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6085478007281725691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=6085478007281725691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/6085478007281725691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/6085478007281725691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-little-sad.html' title='I&apos;m a little sad!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-3508275621534922047</id><published>2008-03-09T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T19:50:56.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>I start my new baby-sitting job!&lt;br /&gt;Tish goes back to work, after 8 weeks of recuperating and learning to be a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;She will be working Monday through Friday, 8 - 5.&lt;br /&gt;That means, I get to babysit the cutest little baby in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I am excited about spending so much quality time with Christian and excited about Tish being able to go back to work.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, My hours at work changed last week and I will be working nights from now on, I will be getting home in time for Tish to go to work. She will be home in time for me to take a nap before I have to go to work. It will work out perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;Then, of course, there is Grandpa to help out once in a while if we need him.&lt;br /&gt;No Daycare  for Christian. No waking him early in the morning and dragging him out into the weather to drop him off with total strangers. No worry about making it off work to pick him up and drive home in rush hour traffic. No concerns about how to pay all the bills plus the sitter.&lt;br /&gt;I think it is going to be great all the way around.&lt;br /&gt;Christian gets to stay home and Tish gets to work worry-free knowing that he is with the one person who will treat him like their own.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this means no more overtime for me. That's okay, too. Jerry doesn't like me working that much anyway!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it is all around a good plan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-3508275621534922047?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3508275621534922047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=3508275621534922047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/3508275621534922047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/3508275621534922047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-739350029012875136</id><published>2008-03-01T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T16:10:39.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prioritizing!</title><content type='html'>I have decided to re-prioritize my life. In the "not so distant" past, my priority in life was the well-being and happiness of my four children and my grand-children.&lt;br /&gt;I have learned that making their happpiness a priority has accomplished nothing but making me miserable.&lt;br /&gt;They don't want to listen to the voice of reason or experience. Of course, they are all grown and follow their own dreams as they should. But should I, as sad as it makes me, feel that I should be a part of their reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;One child has already made it perfectly clear to me that I am no longer a part of her life and should not expect to be any time in the future. I suffered dearly for that one. The others are sweet enough with their reponses to my ever increasing worry over their fates. But their reponses are mostly to quiet me and do not do much to ease my anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;They are grown! all of them. They are perfectly capable of making informed adult decisions over the events in their life. I guess it is time for me to retire from being a coach and a confidant.&lt;br /&gt;New Priority!&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jerry! My home that has been neglected for the comfort of others! My hobbies, my passions, my dreams! I know it may sound somewhat selfish, but I think it is time to be selfish.&lt;br /&gt;I have figured out that, no matter how much I want it, respect and love does not come with being a good Mom. At some point it will come when those that I sacrificed the most for, discover for themselves, what it means to sacrifice. When they figure out for themselves, just what their Dad and I have given up for them. When they make those same sacrfices.&lt;br /&gt;Before any one of my four children gets the idea that this blog is directed toward you, it is!&lt;br /&gt;But, it is directed toward all four of you! I love you all dearly with every thing that I have inside me capable of loving. All of you have managed in one way or another to let me know that you no longer require my love!&lt;br /&gt;I am just a doddering old-fashioned woman who prays, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Someday, you will know what it feels like to be me.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it doesn't hurt you as much as it hurts me and your Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I made a decision! I am cleaning my house. I am re-arranging my life. I am going to do more for myself, and living my life more completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be here for any of you who feel that you want to talk, but I will no longer offer advice that falls on deaf  ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all and pray that God keeps His hand on you and keeps you all safe and happy in your lives. I pray for you to prosper in everything that you do. I pray that you find peace and joy in your lives and that you never suffer a moment of regret for things that might have been.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for all of this and more for each and every one of you and for my grandchildren, those I love and those I will never meet. I hold no regrets in my life, I have completed my duties as a Mom, I raised my family right. Now you are all on your own. Just try to remember, your Dad and I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-739350029012875136?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/739350029012875136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=739350029012875136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/739350029012875136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/739350029012875136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/prioritizing.html' title='Prioritizing!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-9142246522657938559</id><published>2008-02-24T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T17:16:15.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a busy week-end!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I joined the ranks of the human race and opened my very own checking account! It's silly, I know, but it has not been easy without one and now I feel like finances are going to be much easier managed.&lt;br /&gt;I will be able to pay most of my bills on-line. That will cut out the mad, rat race every two weeks on Saturday morning, trying to get every thing done in one morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Christian this morning for his very first trip to the photographer. Needless to say, he was not very impressed. He has such an adorable personality but he was not in the mood to show off and he didn't like posing for his picture. in spite of him, we managed to get some cute pictures. We pick them up in about three weeks so I will be mailing them out to his extended family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry is still fighting off "The Crud". He is feeling better, then he feels bad, then better, then bad, then better........ Hopefully, the better will start lasting a little longer than the bad. Tish, me and the baby are all still fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Woodard is still in the hospital. She is doing better, not yet ready to come home.&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Beth are also still fighting off the same "Crud" but they are slowly recovering.&lt;br /&gt;I think, Eddy, like me, has managed to stay healthy, if not truly sane, through it all.&lt;br /&gt;Thet are trying to plan a visit out here around Easter. I will be so happy to have them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure when Aaron will be home, hopefully we will have a date set soon, so we can get ready for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geri has two more weeks before she and Brian leave for their new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is all the news for today. God bless you all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-9142246522657938559?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9142246522657938559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=9142246522657938559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/9142246522657938559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/9142246522657938559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-been-busy-week-end.html' title='It&apos;s been a busy week-end!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-3703808159933144206</id><published>2008-02-22T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T10:56:28.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.'/><title type='text'>It's been a little while</title><content type='html'>since I had a moment to sit down and write something so be prepared for a long one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry is well into his new job. He works pretty much opposite of me so we don't see much of each other during the week. We still have some time together on the weekends. He loves his new job and I am excited for him. I guess, once a cop, always a cop. I think it just gets into your blood and you never really leave it behind. I think Jerry has always been a police officer at heart, even before he really decided to do it. It takes a special kind of person to self-lessly risk his very life every day to protect and assist total strangers. Especially, when so many people don't appreciate you.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry has always been a selfless person for as long as I have known him.&lt;br /&gt;The very first time I met him over 35 years ago, he was gathering items for a benefit for an injured police officer.&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of our life together he has been an inspiration to me.&lt;br /&gt;He was a volunteer firefighter, a member of the park board (raising money for the improvement of our city parks), the driving force behind our youth ministry (where we helped numerous troubled teens), always willing to give a little something extra to help some one in need.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention his years of community service projects while we lived in Little Elm.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry was a well respected and well loved member of the community. Everybody knew him.&lt;br /&gt;Then he selflessly gave that up for me! We moved far away from everything we knew, uprooted our little family and set up our home in Van Alstyne. Even though our reason for initially doing that no longer exsists, Jerry is still very positive and supportive of me when I am feeling a little blue or depressed. We both miss our friends and our past life, but God has provided us with a new and peaceful life here. We have set down some new roots, a new church, new jobs and new friends. God is good to us ALL the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geri Alice will be staying in Texas, Hallelujah!!!!!!! Although she and Brian are still moving around the first of April, they are going to Austin instead of California! I think I can live with that. Austin is a bit of a drive, but it is not too far away if she needs me. I am quite a bit happier.&lt;br /&gt;She is growing a little bigger all the time. I can't wait to find out an actual due date and if there is more than one baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AARON IS COMING HOME!!! Praise the Lord with all my soul! He is being discharged from the Army. We are all ready to see him again. He will be moving back home for at least a while. The Lord only knows how much I have missed him these past two years. I am so thankful that he will not be going to Iraq. Again, God is good to us, ALL THE TIME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tish and Christian are doing well. Christian is now starting to outgrow a lot of his newborn clothes. We will soon be doing some more shopping. Tish is filling out applications so she can get a job. She is trying to get a job where she works opposite hours of me and her Dad. We don't want to send Christian to a daycare! Christian's daddy is leaving soon for California, then, I think, Germany and eventually to Iraq. I pray for God to keep this young man safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing well, I have managed to stay well through all the Flu's and viruses that are going around at work and at home. That again, is God's doing! I believe that He protects those of us who care for the ill, He needs us to do our work. And His work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of work, it's about that time. God bless each of you who take the time to read my thoughts. I will continue to pray for Him to watch over all those whose lives I touch&lt;br /&gt;every day and to keep His hand on all four of my children and their families. Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-3703808159933144206?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3703808159933144206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=3703808159933144206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/3703808159933144206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/3703808159933144206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-been-little-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a little while'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-5948903498868077467</id><published>2008-02-08T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T10:27:06.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every once in a while,</title><content type='html'>I have a few minutes to actually get on the internet, updatw my blog, and check my e-mails. I guess I should do it more often. I got an e-mail that literally made me physically ill. When I learned of it, I got so sick, I had to leave work.&lt;br /&gt;I am better now.&lt;br /&gt;Prayer and my faith in the Lord is what gets me through times like this and I feel as if I can function today, so I am going to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have wonderful things happening in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian is growing bigger every day. His little personality is so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;He smiles a lot now. He recognizes his grandparents voices.&lt;br /&gt;When Jerry or I arrive home from work and he hears us speaking, he turns his little head and tries to find us.&lt;br /&gt;I am so in love with this little guy.&lt;br /&gt;I am excited about tomorrow, I get to babysit him while Tish gets a well deserved "Mom's Day Out".&lt;br /&gt;She has not been out with friends for almost a year.&lt;br /&gt;I think she is going to have a blast. I know I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geri found out that Brian's Dad was a triplet! How Cool! Tish and I have been teasing her terribly about having twin boys! What about triplet boys! That is an exciting idea! Hopefully, she and Brian will be back in Texas before the baby is born. She is going to need our help getting into the swing of the "Momma" thing. Taking care of the baby is the easy part. Taking care of yourself is the hard part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry is loving his new job. It is quite a change for him, only working four days a week. It is so sad that he will have three days a week to go fishing. What a tradgedy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still not so excited about my new hours at work. The sleeping in in the mornings, is not too bad but I miss out on a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Ive got stuff to do and the little man is calling my name.&lt;br /&gt;Catch you all next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-5948903498868077467?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5948903498868077467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=5948903498868077467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/5948903498868077467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/5948903498868077467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/every-once-in-while.html' title='Every once in a while,'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-8076210776678187892</id><published>2008-02-02T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T20:13:59.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>First, my computer has been acting up. I haven't been able to get on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Jerry gets that fixed, and my keyboard has decided not to work.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a bit discouraging, so tonight I decided to borrow Jerry's computer.&lt;br /&gt;It's catch up time.&lt;br /&gt;Christian is growing and growing. He has started to grow into some of his newborn clothes.&lt;br /&gt;He is developing a personality.&lt;br /&gt;He is such a sweet baby. He rarely cries. Of course that is probably because every time he squeaks, somebody picks him up. New babies are fun to spoil.&lt;br /&gt;He is taking 4 ounces of formula every 3-4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;His little arms and legs are filling out.&lt;br /&gt;Tish is doing very well. She has lost all of her baby belly and is finding that her clothes that fit her prior to her pregnancy are just a little loose now.&lt;br /&gt;She is a great Mom and takes excellent care of her tiny son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry starts his new job Monday. His first love has always been law enforcement and now he is getting the chance to get back into it. I am excited for him. He has lost a lot of weight and has a real problem keeping his pants up lately. We will have to invest in some new clothes soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geri Alice is also a big news item. She is expecting her first child in August or September. She and Brian are leaving for California in March and are planning to get married in Vegas on their way out there. She is planning on returning to Texas before the baby is born and settling down somewhere near the rest of her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krysta and Cotton are having a bit of a rough time right now. He just had surgery on his shoulder and is recuperating at home.&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to them, Jerry and I know well the difficulties of raising small children on a limited income and the worry of trying to make ends meet. We are praying for them nightly. We would like to be able to help financially but we too are struggling to keep our heads above water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron is doing well, he misses all of us and wants to come home and meet all the new members of the family. Hopefully, he will be able to visit  while the babies are still small enough to fit in one of his big ole hands. What a picture that would be, Christian in one hand and Samuel in the other. I remember my Daddy and my Grandpa Allison having those same big hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of grandparents, on my way home fom work last night there was a program on the radio, where people were calling in and telling stories of how their grandparents had influenced them. That really brought up whole lot of sweet memories for me.&lt;br /&gt;I think the most influential person in my childhood was my Mom. She taught me perserverance and patience. She showed an amazing dept of strength throughout all of the trials she experienced during my growing up years. She also taught me that love for your husband is so much more than just saying the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, about my grandparents. My Grandma Woodard is still with us and lives next door to my Mom. She is an absolute fountain of Faith in the Lord. She lives every day as close to Him as she can get. From her, I have learned that Faith and Prayer are continuous needs in our lives. That the Lord is ever present and hears us.&lt;br /&gt;I was 9 years old when my Grandpa Woodard died. I am sure that my memories of him are clouded somewhat by the imagination and fancy of a child. But they are my memories, and I  chose to keep them intact, just as they are. From him, I remember laughter. I learned to be myself with him. He expected nothing more and nothing less. He made me feel special and unconditionally loved. A favorite memory is the little spider monkey that he somehow aquired. The monkey's name was Sam. I remember Mom making a little quilt and embroidering his name on it. Grandpa was pretty fond of his little friend.&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma Allison was a quiet and ever patient presence in our lives. She was not a very attractive woman but I saw her as beautiful. She had hair so long she could sit on it and would let me brush it. She did everything the old fashioned way. She raised her own chickens and fried them up for Sunday dinner. That takes some patience. She canned her own vegetables and made biscuits from scratch. She had a quilting frame and pieced together her own quilts and made doll clothes for me on a treadle sewing machine while I sat at her feet and pumped the foot peddle.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Allison taught me the beauty inside oneself and the satisfaction of creating wonders, like fig preserves, with your own two hands. Grandma Allison died when I was 6 years old. The lessons she taught remain in my heart always.&lt;br /&gt;My Grandpa Allison, oh my, what can I say about him. I saw him as a giant. He was over 6 feet tall. Not at all obese but definately large. He taught me the miracle of holding a newly hatched baby chick in your hand and let me touch the unbelievable softness of their yellow feathers.&lt;br /&gt;He taught me the wonderful feeling of  power, when you feel as if nothing can touch you. That is what it felt like to me as a small girl sitting astride one of his cutting horses, bareback. As a matter of fact, I was so convinced of my own strength and power, I talked him onto letting go of the lead and that old mare took off running down the highway with a terrified 6 year old on her back. I held on to her mane and when she quit running, Grandpa caught up to us and praised me for holding on so tight. He knew how to make me feel powerful (and how to give my poor Mom a heart attack). His death when I was 9 along with the death of my Grandpa Woodard was a very traumatic event in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From all of my grandparents, I learned very important life lessons. I learned how to be myself, how to love unconditionally, how to have Faith in the Lord, patience, and the beauty in the simple.&lt;br /&gt;I have learned that there is satisfaction in completing a task with your own two hands and that the old ways are not so out-dated or useless as we modern people would like to believe.&lt;br /&gt;I choose in my life to slow down just a little bit and enjoy my life. Spend every moment I can with those I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your patience, if you made it all the way through this long blog.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Mom. For giving me the opportunity to learn from each of my Grandparents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-8076210776678187892?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8076210776678187892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=8076210776678187892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/8076210776678187892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/8076210776678187892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-3630233560366654538</id><published>2008-01-27T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T20:39:19.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Weeks Ago:</title><content type='html'>At this very moment, Tish was driving herself home from Mesquite, little realizing that she was in labor.&lt;br /&gt;She was hurting so bad and wanted to hurry up and get home to Mom.&lt;br /&gt;When she arrived, we timed her contractions for a half an hour and I decided we needed to go to the hospital and get her checked out.&lt;br /&gt;Upon our arrival, she was sent to the labor and delivery floor and eight hours later gave birth to a beautiful baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, he has taken over just about every aspect of life in this house. Funny thing is, no one really seems to mind.&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa and I can barely take our eyes off of him. Every little squeak and grunt is a new wonder.&lt;br /&gt;He responds to our voices, when we talk to him and he smiled for his grandpa tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Tish is a wonderful and doting Mother. She is tuned in to what every little noise means.&lt;br /&gt;She takes excellent care of her son. Occasionally she will allow me to feed him or change his diaper if she is eating or taking a shower, but usually, I just get to be Grandma. I get to hold him and play with him any time I want. She and Christian wait up for me at night and when I get home from work at around 10:30 p.m. I get to snuggle him for a little while before I crash for the night.&lt;br /&gt;Christian has definately brought something special into our home.&lt;br /&gt;God is so good.&lt;br /&gt;I love all of my grandchildren. I wish I didn't have to work this hard shift.&lt;br /&gt;I would really like to see more of Jacob and Lucy. I remember when they were little like Christian and all I wanted to do was hold them and gaze in wonder at how perfect they were.&lt;br /&gt;Of course they are still perfect and even more fun, now.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob is so smart and intuitive and Lucy is so loving and sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Every child that is born is a blessing and every grandchild, a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to be able to share in the lives of so many miracles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-3630233560366654538?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3630233560366654538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=3630233560366654538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/3630233560366654538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/3630233560366654538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/two-weeks-ago.html' title='Two Weeks Ago:'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-8203038111486238192</id><published>2008-01-18T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T09:30:14.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Christian!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R5DiD-LX0xI/AAAAAAAAAS4/JttpzrT8Myw/s1600-h/m_15fdbaee553bec856eee6e6c3049c705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156870131197399826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R5DiD-LX0xI/AAAAAAAAAS4/JttpzrT8Myw/s320/m_15fdbaee553bec856eee6e6c3049c705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R5DiEOLX0yI/AAAAAAAAATA/WxjMJsy49ys/s1600-h/m_536300fefc045c37d1d7529167cdae13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156870135492367138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R5DiEOLX0yI/AAAAAAAAATA/WxjMJsy49ys/s320/m_536300fefc045c37d1d7529167cdae13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R5Da--LX0uI/AAAAAAAAASg/RSqzxD6YU1U/s1600-h/m_2554e3a08cd342d841d56613a10424af.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156862348716659426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R5Da--LX0uI/AAAAAAAAASg/RSqzxD6YU1U/s320/m_2554e3a08cd342d841d56613a10424af.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R5Da--LX0vI/AAAAAAAAASo/16qF7xCCO4Y/s1600-h/m_353424957969800298c508e8ed971d9e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156862348716659442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R5Da--LX0vI/AAAAAAAAASo/16qF7xCCO4Y/s320/m_353424957969800298c508e8ed971d9e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a couple of new pics of our handsome little man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is doing well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took him to the pediatrician yesterday, he has a slight heart murmur and the doctor wanted to follow up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The doctor said it is very slight and pronounced Christian healthy. He is eating, sleeping and doing all the other things a 4 day old baby should be doing at 4 days old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love watching Tish care for him. She is a wonderful Mommy. I never had any doubts that she would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is feeling okay, although, I think the adrenaline rush is starting to wear off. She is beginning to feel some discomfort. Her milk has come in, she is bottle feeding, so there isn't really a way for her to ease the fullness right now. The doctor gave her some pain medication &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R5Da_OLX0wI/AAAAAAAAASw/1OnT78wzVms/s1600-h/m_95fe2d56fbdc68f887ad70c0b58a6a74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156862353011626754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R5Da_OLX0wI/AAAAAAAAASw/1OnT78wzVms/s320/m_95fe2d56fbdc68f887ad70c0b58a6a74.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and it helps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that, she is still having some back pain. But, I think that is related more to our outing yesterday, than to anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She insisted on carrying Christian in his carseat rather than let me carry it for her and I think she overdid it a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His next appointment is scheduled for Tuesday morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jerry will be starting a new job next month. He is returning to his number one love. Law Enforcement. I am glad for him. I believe that he is most happy doing that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also starting a new position. I am going to go back to the floor. I will still be working Mon-Fri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still have week-ends off. And I will be home in the mornings to help Tish. Geri Alice has been working at her new job for several days now and seems to be enjoying it. It is perfect for her. She is not a morning person and she now works 1p.m. -9p.m. Good hours for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Krysta, Cotton and the kids came over to see the new baby. Jacob and Lucy held him. The were so cute. You could see the wonder and awe in their faces. I know they are going to be so sweet when their little brother arrives in a few weeks. Christian and Samuel are going to be so close in age. I have a feeling when those cousins get together there will always be a show going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is beautiful right now. Everyone is healthy, happy and mostly content.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are blesssed with an abundance of children, grandchildren, good jobs, comfortable homes, and the love of our Lord. We have our faith and our health. We have a loving and beautiful family. What eelse could we possibly need in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, Lord for all the MANY BLESSINGS in my life. I give to you all the praise and glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a happy woman!&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/20910216-8203038111486238192?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8203038111486238192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=8203038111486238192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/8203038111486238192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/8203038111486238192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/update-on-christian.html' title='Update on Christian!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R5DiD-LX0xI/AAAAAAAAAS4/JttpzrT8Myw/s72-c/m_15fdbaee553bec856eee6e6c3049c705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-8301511568956409506</id><published>2008-01-14T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:49:45.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing, Christian Andrew!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R4wBN-LX0rI/AAAAAAAAASI/lWI84ry3zcE/s1600-h/Christian%27s+Mommy+and+Daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R4wBN-LX0rI/AAAAAAAAASI/lWI84ry3zcE/s320/Christian%27s+Mommy+and+Daddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155497012972999346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R4wBOOLX0sI/AAAAAAAAASQ/zLYpeVNNkKs/s1600-h/Christian+and+Mommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R4wBOOLX0sI/AAAAAAAAASQ/zLYpeVNNkKs/s320/Christian+and+Mommy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155497017267966658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R4wBOOLX0tI/AAAAAAAAASY/k9lJmxgRz7o/s1600-h/Newborn+Christian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R4wBOOLX0tI/AAAAAAAAASY/k9lJmxgRz7o/s320/Newborn+Christian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155497017267966674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud Parents, Tish and Chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian, just minutes old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born:&lt;br /&gt;January 14, 2007&lt;br /&gt;6:36 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Weight:&lt;br /&gt;7 pounds, 1.8 ounces&lt;br /&gt;At 19.5 inches long, he is definately a keeper.&lt;br /&gt; I am exhausted. Tish is ecstatic, Chase is overwhelmed and Grandpa is thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;One big happy family.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, Tish and baby, Christian are doing wonderfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a well deserved nap!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-8301511568956409506?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8301511568956409506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=8301511568956409506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/8301511568956409506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/8301511568956409506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/introducing-christian-andrew.html' title='Introducing, Christian Andrew!!!!!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R4wBN-LX0rI/AAAAAAAAASI/lWI84ry3zcE/s72-c/Christian%27s+Mommy+and+Daddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-2038757900564952850</id><published>2008-01-07T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T20:45:13.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a Week!</title><content type='html'>And I thought I better write a little something for those who are actually interested in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Tish is getting closer and closer to bringing her new little guy into this world. She gave her notice today. This will be her last week at work until after her maternity leave. She is feeling the effects of the last few weeks of pregnancy. Lots of back pain and really tired.&lt;br /&gt;Krysta is doing well so far. She is having the same Anemia  issues that Tish has been having. Along with being tired. I am sure it has nothing to do with the fact that she is pregnant, has a household to run and two small, extremely energetic children to care for.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry and I are still doing well, he has now lost 36 pounds, as of his weigh-in today. I am so proud of him. Losing weight and completely changing your eating habits is not really easy to do. He has stuck with the program and added his favorite exercise regime to it. Fishing, of course. But the real exercise is the paddling of the kayak to get to the fishing hole. He has also started "walking" Saul. Or maybe Saul is walking him!&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to spending a week of quality time with Tish and Christian when he arrives. I have let my bosses at work know, so when the actual time comes, I will be able to take some time off and stay home with her for the first few days. I also plan to take off a couple of days when Samuel arrives and help Krysta out with Jacob and Lucy so she can rest a little.&lt;br /&gt;That is, if she wants me!&lt;br /&gt;I spoke with Mom this evening and Beth is having some issues with her eye surgery. The drain they put in is not working like it is supposed to. We could certainly use prayer. Beth only has the one eye that she can see anything with and if she loses it she will be completely blind. Prayer is really the only thing that can help her right now. She goes back to the doctor in a few days for a laser procedure that will hopefully clear the drain so it will work like it is supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;She is hoping to recover enough to be able to return to school this semester.&lt;br /&gt;She is studying to be a "special needs" teacher. She definately has the brains and the heart to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Mom is doing well, as is Eddy.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma is still back and forth with her health. She needs our prayers, too.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't spoken to Aaron since he went back to Washington. I tried to call him this evening. I know he will call me when he sees the missed call. I really miss him. I know he is doing well. He has really put on some weight since he joined the Army. Not fat! Not at all. But he looks better and healthier now than he did when he was playing football.&lt;br /&gt;The nurses and CNAs that I work with are all in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;He has to walk the whole building, hugging women, when he comes back! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Geri is looking for a job and has an interview tomorrow. Pray about that, too, please. She is settled back into her room. She and Brian got her TV and DVD player all hooked up and she has her computer. So she is connected to the world. I hope she is happy. It is hard to leave some things behind you. It can be a real trial. She is handling it in typical Geri style. She is still smiling. Sometimes she really amazes me. Some people claim to have faith. Geri doesn't claim to have it, she lives it!&lt;br /&gt;Now, as to the hairier half of the family, Mocha is getting to be a real little toot. She has discovered how to climb. And she climbs! She has learned how to get on top of the table, and knows not to do it when she is being watched! Typical Chihuahua!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure Krysta, Geri, Aaron and Tish remember the incident with Hershey and the Strawberry Cake. Not to mention the pound of Bologna! Hershey figured out the best ways to steal food when no one was watching! Mocha is developing the same talent. Oh, and she likes coffee, too!!!&lt;br /&gt;Junior is growing. He is already bigger the his Daddy was. He is now four months old. He has so many of Snickers traits, it is almost spooky. He loves to play with squeaky toys and will play fetch for hours. He is so smart. He uses his front feet like hands to hold things. He will pull your hand to his chest with his front feet for a scratch. His is even funnier looking than Snickers, as if that were possible. His ears don't lay down or stand up. They just, kind of, stick straight out to the sides. His hair isn't sure if it is going to be long or short or straight or wiry. We will definately have to wait and see, I don't have any clue what he is going to end up looking like.&lt;br /&gt;Spike has returned with Geri and has reclaimed his territory. He is not the least bit afraid of the dogs. Although they torment him constantly.&lt;br /&gt;Sami just takes it all in stride. He is too old to really care. He watches for a little while and then nods off. He is getting fat in his old age. He is happy and content with his life and that is what counts.&lt;br /&gt;Alex is still the "King Of The House" as far as he is concerned and is very vocal about it. Especially at dinner time. I have spoiled him terribly and he now expects to be served his dinner along with the rest of the family! I have created a little green monster. No, he was already a little green monster. I have created a SPOILED little green monster. Right Alex!&lt;br /&gt;The baby finches now have orange beaks. They are well on their way to being independent. Mama and Papa do not have to feed them any more although they all still sleep together. Kind like Mama and Papa Cates. LOL!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I better stop before I really do get in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the new BABY MAGIC smells the same as the original!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-2038757900564952850?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2038757900564952850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=2038757900564952850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/2038757900564952850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/2038757900564952850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-been-week.html' title='It&apos;s Been a Week!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-2632560490744217271</id><published>2008-01-01T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:13:57.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue!</title><content type='html'>It's getting late! I'm sitting here at my computer feeling a little blue. Aaron is packing his suitcase. He is leaving very early in the morning. He has to be at DFW airport at 5:00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry is taking him. They will leave here around 3:30 a.m. in order to get there for his flight.&lt;br /&gt;It has been so good to have him home. I miss him terribly all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I hate seeing him go.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry and I cooked dinner for the whole family tonight so everyone would be able to see Aaron before he leaves. Krysta, Cotton and the grandbabies came over. Geri and Tish were here. So we had all of us together.&lt;br /&gt;I know he doesn't want to leave yet.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that he has had as much fun here as we have had having him.&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of you, son.&lt;br /&gt;With all you have been through and all you have now accomplished, you have truly grown into a fine young man!&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer worried about you becoming "fish vomit".&lt;br /&gt;I love you and I am going to miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Come back as soon as you can. You have two little nephews to meet when you come home again.&lt;br /&gt;I know they will love their Uncle Bonk.&lt;br /&gt;Stay safe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-2632560490744217271?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2632560490744217271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=2632560490744217271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/2632560490744217271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/2632560490744217271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2008/01/blue.html' title='Blue!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-8501252586624542624</id><published>2007-12-30T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T20:42:28.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner with the family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R3hwauLX0qI/AAAAAAAAASA/0O6YlKTezH4/s1600-h/DSC05991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R3hwauLX0qI/AAAAAAAAASA/0O6YlKTezH4/s320/DSC05991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149989778272801442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R3hwWeLX0pI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Tk35hn15E2Y/s1600-h/DSC05994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R3hwWeLX0pI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Tk35hn15E2Y/s320/DSC05994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149989705258357394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R3hwReLX0oI/AAAAAAAAARw/AI5AiKA6xMs/s1600-h/DSC05992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R3hwReLX0oI/AAAAAAAAARw/AI5AiKA6xMs/s320/DSC05992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149989619359011458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R3hwLOLX0nI/AAAAAAAAARo/H63LmGuqjDo/s1600-h/l_9b3c991d2a928c92041faeb1e33330e9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R3hwLOLX0nI/AAAAAAAAARo/H63LmGuqjDo/s320/l_9b3c991d2a928c92041faeb1e33330e9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149989511984829042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R3hv8-LX0mI/AAAAAAAAARg/sB85qQSZxm8/s1600-h/l_21d925aa19c2737530708ef6042ff75b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R3hv8-LX0mI/AAAAAAAAARg/sB85qQSZxm8/s320/l_21d925aa19c2737530708ef6042ff75b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149989267171693154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R3hufuLX0lI/AAAAAAAAARY/vie64aJGRpE/s1600-h/DSC05988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R3hufuLX0lI/AAAAAAAAARY/vie64aJGRpE/s320/DSC05988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149987665148891730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday night we had dinner with the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast. Jerry and I took all the kids to San Miguels in McKinney for mexican food.&lt;br /&gt;Aaron was in the mood for some good Tex-Mex. He says they have some decent Mexican food in Washington, but not GOOD Mexican food.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I work with thinks San Miguels is the best, so we tried it. It was good, but the fact that I had everyone together at the same time made it great.&lt;br /&gt;We missed Cotton, he had to work. I wish he could have been there.&lt;br /&gt;We finally got Krysta and Tish together for some sister "belly pics".&lt;br /&gt;Christian got to meet Samuel.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry and Jacob clowned around and Lucy and I visited.&lt;br /&gt;Geri Alice was funny, as always!&lt;br /&gt;We all laughed, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Aaron poised for a pic with Krysta.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, we enjoyed the food and the company.&lt;br /&gt;Aaron leaves on Wednesday morning to go back to Washington.&lt;br /&gt;I have really enjoyed having him home and I will miss him terribly until he returns.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a great holiday and I am looking forward to a wonderful next year.&lt;br /&gt;With two more grandbabies on the way, how can it be anything less than wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have such a beautiful and loving family.&lt;br /&gt;God is so good to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah, I stole the pictures from Krysta's blog. Dummy me, I didn't take my camera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-8501252586624542624?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8501252586624542624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=8501252586624542624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/8501252586624542624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/8501252586624542624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/dinner-with-family.html' title='Dinner with the family!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R3hwauLX0qI/AAAAAAAAASA/0O6YlKTezH4/s72-c/DSC05991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-2808450377527864786</id><published>2007-12-26T05:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T05:30:23.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart!</title><content type='html'>I got my Christmas wish, last night.&lt;br /&gt;My broken heart was healed as I spent the evening with my oldest daughter, her sweet husband and my two beautiful and intellegient grandchildren!&lt;br /&gt;God is good all the time!&lt;br /&gt;It has been a good Christmas, although money is scarce, I feel like the richest woman on earth.&lt;br /&gt;As I said before, there is no better way to spend Christmas than surrounded by a loving family.&lt;br /&gt;And I have been able to spend time with all of my children and of course, my wonderful husband, my cup definately "runneth over".&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord, for my loving family!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-2808450377527864786?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2808450377527864786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=2808450377527864786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/2808450377527864786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/2808450377527864786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/delight-yourself-in-lord.html' title='Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-1908448414586355942</id><published>2007-12-25T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T06:09:20.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>It's Christmas Morning. Jerry and I are the only ones moving around, so far. Well, we are the only humans. The finches are wide awake and making plenty of squeeking noises. Alex in mumbling something unintellegible, the puppies are stirring around very slightly in the beds. But every one else is still sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Tish conned Aaron into going to Blockbuster with her last night. Geri, Brian, Aaron and Tish stayed up late watching movies. I went to bed around 11:00. Jerry had already gone to bed.&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time last night. We had a great meal and a fun "Birthday Party".&lt;br /&gt;Spiral cut glazed ham, complete with sweet potato cassorole, green beans, corn, pea salad, deviled eggs, hot rolls and a Triple Chocolate Fudge Birthday cake with Triple Chocolate Fudge Icing, topped with crushed peppermint sprinkles.&lt;br /&gt;Aaron got his Birthday party for Jesus. We all had a fun time and got some cool presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas, celebrating the birth of Christ, surrounded by family. I feel so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord, for all the blessings in my life. Thank you, that we are able to celebrate the gift of Your Son, as a family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-1908448414586355942?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1908448414586355942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=1908448414586355942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/1908448414586355942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/1908448414586355942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-912020062590245834</id><published>2007-12-18T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T21:49:26.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Christmas Poem</title><content type='html'>The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,&lt;br /&gt;I gazed 'round the room and I cherished the sight.&lt;br /&gt;My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,&lt;br /&gt;My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,&lt;br /&gt;Transforming the yard to a winter delight.&lt;br /&gt;The sparkling lights in the tree, I believe,&lt;br /&gt;completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,&lt;br /&gt;secure and surrounded by love, I would sleep.&lt;br /&gt;In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,&lt;br /&gt;so I slumbered, perhaps, I started to dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,&lt;br /&gt;But, I opened my eyes, when it tickled my ear.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know&lt;br /&gt;then the sure sounds of footsteps, outside in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,&lt;br /&gt;and I crept to the door, just to see who was near.&lt;br /&gt;Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,&lt;br /&gt;a lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled&lt;br /&gt;standing watch over me, my wife and my child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,&lt;br /&gt;"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!&lt;br /&gt;Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,&lt;br /&gt;You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For barely a moment, I saw his eyes shift,&lt;br /&gt;away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts&lt;br /&gt;to the window that danced with a warm fires' light&lt;br /&gt;then he sighed and he said, "It's really alright,&lt;br /&gt;I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,&lt;br /&gt;that separates you from the darkest of times.&lt;br /&gt;No one had to ask or beg or implore me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud to stand here, like my fathers before me.&lt;br /&gt;My Gramps died at "Pearl" on a day in December."&lt;br /&gt;Then he sighed,"That's a Christmas, Gram always remembers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Dad stood his watch in the jungles of "Nam",&lt;br /&gt;and now it is my turn and so, here I am.&lt;br /&gt;I've not seen my own son in more than a while,&lt;br /&gt;But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag&lt;br /&gt;the red, white and blue...an American flag.&lt;br /&gt;"I can live through the cold and being alone,&lt;br /&gt;away from my family, my house and my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet&lt;br /&gt;I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat&lt;br /&gt;I can carry the weight of killing another&lt;br /&gt;or lay down my life with my sister and brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who stand at the front against any and all&lt;br /&gt;to ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.&lt;br /&gt;So go back inside," he said," harbor no fright,&lt;br /&gt;your family is waiting and I'll be alright."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But, isn't there something, I can do, at the least,&lt;br /&gt;Give you money?" I asked,"Or prepare you a feast?&lt;br /&gt;It seems all too little for all that you've done&lt;br /&gt;for being away from your wife and your son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then his eyes welled a tear that held no regret,&lt;br /&gt;"Just tell us, you love us, and never forget&lt;br /&gt;to fight for our rights, back at home, while we're gone,&lt;br /&gt;to stand your own watch, no matter how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For when we come home, either standing or dead,&lt;br /&gt;to know you remember, we fought and we bled&lt;br /&gt;is payment enough and with that we will trust&lt;br /&gt;that we mattered to you, as you mattered to us."&lt;br /&gt;LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN&lt;br /&gt;Al Taqqadum, Iraq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a reminder that our heroes are out there standing guard for us, protecting us and keeping us safe. Don't forget to pray for our soldiers this Christmas and for their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to have my soldier home this year! I will be praying for all of the wives, mothers, and fathers who will be missing theirs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-912020062590245834?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/912020062590245834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=912020062590245834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/912020062590245834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/912020062590245834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/different-christmas-poem.html' title='A Different Christmas Poem'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-1810676454479185583</id><published>2007-12-16T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T13:45:09.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Dressed Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R2WZdeLX0hI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Gh6ZTSqrZpk/s1600-h/104_2307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R2WZdeLX0hI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Gh6ZTSqrZpk/s320/104_2307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144686880936677906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R2WZd-LX0iI/AAAAAAAAARA/R50bsqVszdY/s1600-h/104_2308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R2WZd-LX0iI/AAAAAAAAARA/R50bsqVszdY/s320/104_2308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144686889526612514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R2WZeOLX0jI/AAAAAAAAARI/B7eEDrze-H8/s1600-h/104_2309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R2WZeOLX0jI/AAAAAAAAARI/B7eEDrze-H8/s320/104_2309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144686893821579826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry and I were invited to an intimate, little, Christmas luncheon with the pastor, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were approximately 30 people there.&lt;br /&gt;We got all dressed up for the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;I don't often get dressed up and wear real shoes, so, I thought you might enjoy some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I think we look pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;My top is very glittery, which doesn't show well in the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry was afraid I was going to get him covered in glitter.&lt;br /&gt;I did. Oh well, we had a very nice lunch, good conversation and good fellowship. It was definately worth shaving my legs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-1810676454479185583?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1810676454479185583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=1810676454479185583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/1810676454479185583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/1810676454479185583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-dressed-up.html' title='All Dressed Up!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R2WZdeLX0hI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Gh6ZTSqrZpk/s72-c/104_2307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-4419030183045020560</id><published>2007-12-13T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T15:55:01.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home For Christmas!</title><content type='html'>I spoke to my soldier on the phone, the other night. He is coming home for Christmas. I am so excited. I guess you just don't realize how much you can miss someone in your life until you don't get to see them for 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Aaron, so much.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to give him a big hug (and sneak a kiss on the cheek).&lt;br /&gt;I asked him what he wanted me to cook for him. He mentioned a couple of casseroles that he is particularly fond of. I am sure no one will mind.&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked,"Are we going to have a birthday cake?"&lt;br /&gt;If you are not one of my children, you will not understand this request, so I will explain.&lt;br /&gt;Every year while my children were growing up, we celebrated Christmas on Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice dinner and after dinner, we had birthday cake, with candles. We blew out the candles and sang "Happy Birthday to Jesus".&lt;br /&gt;I wanted them to understand what Christmas was really all about. I didn't want them to think it was just Santa Claus and lots of food, candy and presents.&lt;br /&gt;I explained, to them that Chirstmas is the day we celebrate Jesus' birthday, we give gifts to one another to express our love. We give them to each other because we can't really give them to Jesus. When we show our love for each other and the people we are close to, we are showing our love for Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are we going to have a birthday cake?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wiped the tears from my eyes and answered, "Of course, we will!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my soldier misses our family Christmas traditions as much as I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for my children. They know how to make me feel special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-4419030183045020560?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4419030183045020560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=4419030183045020560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/4419030183045020560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/4419030183045020560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/home-for-christmas.html' title='Home For Christmas!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-6005225421232950163</id><published>2007-12-10T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T08:32:18.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Ramblin'</title><content type='html'>Unbelieveable, but true!&lt;br /&gt;On the news:&lt;br /&gt;Top story, Saturday night on the local news, "Tom Bean gets a new fire truck"&lt;br /&gt;Second story, "Van Alstyne cheerleaders fundraiser"&lt;br /&gt;Followed by,"Anna's Christmas Parade"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful place to live, when the top news story is all about a nearby small town getting a new fire truck!&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the first 1/2 hour was filled with various stories about the nearby Christmas Lights displays and parades in small towns in the area!&lt;br /&gt;I love it, I always hated watching the evening news. It seems the whole world is out to destroy one another, it almost seems as if nothing good ever happens. Then: on the local T.V. news, "Tom Bean gets a new firetruck."&lt;br /&gt;I was impressed. It made me feel good inside to know that the little things in life still count in "The Big Picture".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby finches:&lt;br /&gt;They are as big as "Big Daddy" and "Little Mama".&lt;br /&gt;They are doing very well and keep the grown-ups hopping, ALL DAY LONG!&lt;br /&gt;Both of them are flying around quite a bit, but they will be totally dependent upon their parents to feed them and keep them warm at night for at least another month.&lt;br /&gt;They won't get their adult markings until they are about 6 months old. So, Until then, they will be known as, "Captain Adventure" and "Fraidy Pants".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the gang is doing well, "Alex" is a character, as always. We had a little yard sale on Saturday. A lady, I work with stopped by. I took "Alex" outside for her to see him. I had talked about him at work and she was curious to meet the famous, "Alex".&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of tries, he finally gave me "kisses" for her, then, he promptly nipped me on the nose and started laughing, hysterically. Needless to say, my friend and her husband started laughing, which encouraged him even more.  The good news is, he didn't really bite. And it didn't hurt. I guess he has figured out, he can achieve the laughter, without actually hurting anyone! What A Ham!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mocha" definately is NOT a social creature! She gets exteremely nervous and upset, when meeting new people, I took her outside, but she tried to climb inside my shirt and hide. She doesn't mind company as long as she meets them on her own terms. She really is quite shy about meeting people out of her element.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Junior" is growing, growing, growing. He is a real, little, "Funny Boy". He has so many of the same personality characteristics as "Snickers" He absolutely loves Jerry. He likes to play with "Mocha" and he has favorite toys, that he will drag out to play with. He has learned, "Out", "Leave it" and "Down". We are working on, "Sit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tish is getting bigger. She hadn't gained any more weight last week when she went to the doctor. He asked her, "What's up with that?". She hasn't had much of an appetite, lately. Add a cold to the mix and she is just not feeling great. She goes back to the doctor next week. If her appetite hasn't improved, she is going to ask him about it. So far, at nearly 8 months, she has only gained 18 pounds. She eats about the same amount as she has always eaten. I am her Mom, so of course, I am a little worried about it. At least, she is here, so I can keep an eye on her. She is having some "Braxton-Hicks" contractions. Christian is positioned head-down. I don't think we will be waiting until Jan. 29, for the little guy to get here. I do think,  it will be Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news:&lt;br /&gt;Jerry will be celebrating his 53rd birthday, on Tuesday. Happy birthday!!! I love him so much and am so blessed to have him in my life for so many years. God, keep him heathly and safe with me for many, many more years!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-6005225421232950163?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6005225421232950163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=6005225421232950163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/6005225421232950163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/6005225421232950163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-ramblin.html' title='Just Ramblin&apos;'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-4482302874168018075</id><published>2007-12-03T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T16:17:34.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Finch News!</title><content type='html'>I had to separate the finches! "Big Daddy" became a little aggressive with "Little Mama". He seemed more interested in creating a new nest full of hatchlings than feeding the two he already has. After a little research, I found that the cure for that is to put "Big Daddy" in a separate cage with his own baby to feed and leave the other baby with "Little Mama".&lt;br /&gt;I was a little skeptical about it, but I tried it and it is really working.&lt;br /&gt;"Captain Adventure" is living with "Big Daddy", and "Fraidy Pants" is living with "Little Mama".&lt;br /&gt;Both parents are doing well feeding their little one.&lt;br /&gt;After a few weeks, I can put them all back together, minus the nesting box.&lt;br /&gt;I want to give them a little break before I let them breed again.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, "Fraidy Pants" is now exploring his environment!&lt;br /&gt;Til' next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-4482302874168018075?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4482302874168018075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=4482302874168018075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/4482302874168018075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/4482302874168018075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-finch-news.html' title='More Finch News!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-4364772776525884175</id><published>2007-12-01T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T14:27:54.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's "Captain Adventure and Fraidy Pants"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R1HcLRwV-SI/AAAAAAAAAQw/W2B_mb0E9S0/s1600-R/Baby+Finch9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R1HcLRwV-SI/AAAAAAAAAQw/XDvE1h8jPrc/s320/Baby+Finch9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139130736109287714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the adventures of the new and improved "Captain Adventure" and his sidekick, "Fraidy Pants".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All super Heroes need a (scaredy-cat) side sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fraidy Pants" is no exception. He is the perfect side kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While "Captain Adventure" emerges from his secret Super Hero Hideout to explore the surroundings of his home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fraidy Pants" stays behind with his head down, hoping no-one will see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adventure is&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R1HcDRwV-RI/AAAAAAAAAQo/UU_5gzFWVhQ/s1600-R/Baby+Finch6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R1HcDRwV-RI/AAAAAAAAAQo/F9OTmbWEWXs/s320/Baby+Finch6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139130598670334226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; brought to an end, when "Big Daddy" steps and and sends tiny, 4 week old, "Captain Adventure" back to the nest with his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how loudly "Captain Adventure" protests, "Big Daddy" always has the last word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more exciting updates from "Captain Adventure and Fraidy Pants".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R1Hb7xwV-QI/AAAAAAAAAQg/LsIBfhNcSwA/s1600-R/Baby+Finch12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R1HbphwV-NI/AAAAAAAAAQI/jZJ43YinrDs/s320/Baby+Finch4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139130156288702674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R1HbfhwV-MI/AAAAAAAAAQA/k5CrElnwWO8/s1600-R/Baby+Finch10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R1HbfhwV-MI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lp_EY18xxwA/s320/Baby+Finch10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139129984490010818" 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/20910216-4364772776525884175?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4364772776525884175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=4364772776525884175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/4364772776525884175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/4364772776525884175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-captain-adventure-and-fraidy-pants.html' title='It&apos;s &quot;Captain Adventure and Fraidy Pants&quot;'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R1HcLRwV-SI/AAAAAAAAAQw/XDvE1h8jPrc/s72-c/Baby+Finch9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-3977401026263767127</id><published>2007-11-29T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T21:25:38.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Time</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting at the computer, as you can tell.&lt;br /&gt;It's very quiet in the house right now. All of the animals are asleep. Even Alex is sleeping with his little green head tucked under his wing.&lt;br /&gt;The finch chicks still have not peeked out of their nest yet. Mama and Daddy are still sleeping with them at night.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry and Tish are sleeping in anticipation of a busy day at work tomorrow. I can't seem to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;This is a happy home. I look around and see the evidence everywhere. There are little toys scattered around the floor as if, we still had small children. The puppies love to play with their toys. I put them away and they methodically get each one out of the box. Junior makes a little pile of all of his favorites and lays with his head resting on them.Mocha sneaks up on him then quickly snatches one away, the game begins. Back and forth the toy goes as each puppy takes it away from the other while they chase each other madly around the house. then almost at the same time they fall on the floor in exhaustion and go to sleep. I pick them up and place them in the crates for the night.&lt;br /&gt;There is a shredded paper towel laying near the keyboard from Jerry and Alex playing "tug-of-war". After Jerry went to bed and Alex began dozing on his gym. I picked him up and placed him back in his cage for the evening. He mumbled something to me that might have been "night-night" or "thank you".&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy my evenings with my family and my assorted babies. But, I also enjoy this time, when everyone is asleep and safe in their beds and the house is quiet. I have time to reflect on my blessings. I have time to plan my day tomorrow, or I have time to do nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;When all of your children are grown and on their own, the general idea is that a mother is supposed to be sad and lonely. Or suffer "empty nest". I guess I don't know what that is. After raising four children, it feels kinda right that I have the ability to not have to worry about things any more. I don't have "empty nest" anything.&lt;br /&gt;They also say that marriages fall apart after the children leave. Supposedly that is because the married couple suddenly discover they have nothing in common. I think that also is a bunch of bunk! Jerry and I do have our differing interests, we are different people. We have time to spend doing all the things we never had time to do before. He can finally go fishing any time he wants, tie jigs and flies, play on the computer or do nothing. Unlike the years past when all he had time to do was work to support a larger than average family. I believe he has earned his right to be happy and support him whole-heartedly. I don't think anything has changed between us simply because we fulfilled our parental obligations. I think we now have the opportunity to pursue our separate interests and then discuss in great detail our separate interests. We are no longer obligated to discuss report cards, school supplies, bedtimes, or any other subject that deals with rearing children. We can talk about us!&lt;br /&gt;We will be married 31 years next month. I cannot imagine my life without him. I am 47, that is three quarters of my life with my lifelong love beside me. No, nothing has changed for us, except that maybe we are more sensitive to each others needs, more rspectful of one anothers feelings or maybe we are more comfortable with one another. Maybe our love has just gotten to the point that it is hard to see where one of us stops and the other begins. However it goes. I love him and always will.&lt;br /&gt;I do really enjoy my quiet time alone. It gives me an opportunity to look at my life and realize how incredibly blessed, I really am.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord, for all of my blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-3977401026263767127?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3977401026263767127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=3977401026263767127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/3977401026263767127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/3977401026263767127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/quiet-time.html' title='Quiet Time'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-7824857484629609943</id><published>2007-11-28T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T17:07:01.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Finch Update</title><content type='html'>The baby finches hatched sometime before Thanksgiving. I am really not sure of the date. We had to listen to them cry for "Mama and Daddy" the whole time Mom was here.&lt;br /&gt;I checked on them over the week-end. They had some wing and tail feathers at that time. I grew hopeful that these two would survive. The last bunch didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Apparantly, "Mama and Daddy" have matured some since the last group of nestlings.&lt;br /&gt;I took a good look at them today when I got home from work.&lt;br /&gt;Both babies are now fully feathered.&lt;br /&gt;My research has led me to believe that they will be emerging from the nest in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see them in good light.&lt;br /&gt;So far, all I can tell is they don't have any color to their feathers yet. No bright orange checks and their beaks are black.&lt;br /&gt;Both look heathly and fat.&lt;br /&gt;No worries now! I think they are gonna make it!!!!! Yeah!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-7824857484629609943?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7824857484629609943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=7824857484629609943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/7824857484629609943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/7824857484629609943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/baby-finch-update.html' title='Baby Finch Update'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-8293230532691336757</id><published>2007-11-28T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T07:50:15.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Past, Christmas Present, Christmas Future</title><content type='html'>Christmas Past:&lt;br /&gt;waking up on Christmas morning as a small child, running to the living room to take a peek under the tree, at what Santa left, the odd "new plastic" smell of the sweet new baby doll, the whole house smelling of Grandma's Spice Cake and HOMEMADE Hot Cocoa.&lt;br /&gt;Waking up on Christmas morning to the excited voices of my own 4 children, "Mama, Daddy, WAKE UP, Santa was here!" as if they were surprised that he actually came.&lt;br /&gt;then later in life, colored paper, ribbons and bows covering the floor as my grandchildren rip into the gifts and stockings at Grandma's house and a big family dinner, full bellies and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Present:&lt;br /&gt;God's blessings on my life are too numerous to count. I am thankful for all He has provided. I have a good life and a content heart.&lt;br /&gt;My wish would be for ALL of my children to come together to celebrate. I want to cook for them, fill stockings with little surprises and see the joy on their faces as they open the gifts their Dad and I picked out especially for each of them.&lt;br /&gt;I will have Christmas, and even if I can't have my wish, I will have each of them there in my heart and in the memories of Christmases Past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Future:&lt;br /&gt;Down the road of life, we can never predict what the future will bring.&lt;br /&gt;I pray for many happy Christmases with the love of my beautiful family surrounding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God grant me Peace this Christmas and for those yet to come.Bless my children and grandchildren with an overflowing abundance of happiness and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my family, those close and those far away:&lt;br /&gt;May all of your Christmases, past, present and future, bring you fond memories and a happy heart. I love you, all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-8293230532691336757?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8293230532691336757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=8293230532691336757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/8293230532691336757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/8293230532691336757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/christmas-past-christmas-present.html' title='Christmas Past, Christmas Present, Christmas Future'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-8492846261416166921</id><published>2007-11-24T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T09:25:01.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beth's Cake!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R0hdqqL_KJI/AAAAAAAAAP4/DKhLnB8cPG4/s1600-h/My+Yaks+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R0hdqqL_KJI/AAAAAAAAAP4/DKhLnB8cPG4/s320/My+Yaks+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136458362476505234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R0hdaaL_KII/AAAAAAAAAPw/BcvCotfpYS0/s1600-h/My+Yaks+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R0hdaaL_KII/AAAAAAAAAPw/BcvCotfpYS0/s200/My+Yaks+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136458083303630978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R0hdNKL_KHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ySd0SxcbaD4/s1600-h/My+Yaks+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R0hdNKL_KHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ySd0SxcbaD4/s200/My+Yaks+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136457855670364274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R0hc86L_KGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/0_ZhlfRe7E4/s1600-h/My+Yaks+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R0hc86L_KGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/0_ZhlfRe7E4/s200/My+Yaks+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136457576497490018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Beth, decorating her cake. I think she did a great job. More important she had a really good time doing it! Way to go Beth. You can always take up cake decorating, if the Education thing doesn't work out.LOL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-8492846261416166921?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8492846261416166921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=8492846261416166921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/8492846261416166921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/8492846261416166921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/beths-cake.html' title='Beth&apos;s Cake!!!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/R0hdqqL_KJI/AAAAAAAAAP4/DKhLnB8cPG4/s72-c/My+Yaks+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-959387337235594067</id><published>2007-11-24T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T09:16:35.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Hard to say, "Good-Bye"</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful week-end!&lt;br /&gt;I just waved "Good-bye" to Mom, Eddy and Beth. They are headed back to Shreveport. We all had such a good time. I got to show off my cooking and Eddy got to eat, and eat and eat.&lt;br /&gt;Mom made Grandma's Spice Cakes. It is a traditional family recipe that my Great-Grandma Wynn used to make. I guess the recipe is at least 100 years old by now.  The smell of the Spice Cakes baking brought back some fond childhood memories. It is the scent of happy times at Grandma's house. Licking the batter off the beaters, I felt like a little kid again!&lt;br /&gt;Mom loved it here. Eddy commented on the fact that when he was outside, two cars and a lady walking her dog passed by. This is a peaceful little neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;Beth got an opportunity to bake and decorate a cake. She really enjoyed it. I sent her cake home with her so she could show off her artistic abilities and so we wouldn't eat any more. Although Weight Watchers doesn't put any restrictions on what you eat. A dark chocolate cake with rich dark chocolate icing and decorated with Buttercream icing is probably not a good thing to keep around.&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard to express the joy I felt this week-end having my family here and being able to cook for them and show them personally how much I love them.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that they all enjoyed their visit as much as Jerry, Tish and I enjoyed having them. I hope that they will return again very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-959387337235594067?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/959387337235594067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=959387337235594067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/959387337235594067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/959387337235594067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-hard-to-say-good-bye.html' title='It&apos;s Hard to say, &quot;Good-Bye&quot;'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-6433806473946022603</id><published>2007-11-22T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T20:54:34.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>I am having a great Thanksgiving! Mom, Eddy and Beth are here! Geri and Brian came over for lunch and we ALL pigged out on Honey Brined Smoked Turkey, Smoked Ham with Brown Sugar and Pineapple Glaze, My Famous Cornbread Dressing, Sweet Potato Cassarole, Mashed Potatoes, Giblet Gravy, and among other holiday traditional dishes,  a brand new favorite recipe.........Fresh Cranberry Salsa.  That's right, salsa made with Cranberries. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;After eating ourselves silly, Mom and I sat at the table and just visited. That was nice.&lt;br /&gt;Tish played the Wii with Brian and beat him silly.&lt;br /&gt;The younger crowd took Saul for a walk(drag) while us older folks chilled!&lt;br /&gt;Now all the food is put away, the guys have gone to bed and we are all just winding down to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it has been a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recognition of the day's meaning, I am going to take just a moment to list those things I am personally thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;I am BLESSED to have a wonderful husband who adores me and treats me like a queen. I have 4 healthy, grown children, 2 gorgeous grandchildren and 2 more on the way. I have a comfortable home,  a good job,  and enough money to stay  content.  I have my precious Mom, my sweet step-dad,  my  great, little sister. I have my brother and step-sister, whom I love dearly and best of all, I have my Salvation and my Faith in God. I have the belief that I am protected and loved by my family and my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a good life and I am more blessed than many people in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all that, I AM THANKFUL!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-6433806473946022603?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6433806473946022603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=6433806473946022603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/6433806473946022603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/6433806473946022603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-2404796509810186041</id><published>2007-11-16T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:48:28.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Shopping!</title><content type='html'>Lots of overtime can be TOO MUCH WORK sometimes. But, it sure is nice to get that paycheck with all the overtime, the raise and $50.00 in Walmart cards. I went shopping today for some of my "company coming" items that I needed. I bought a really nice comforter set for the bed in the "guest room". And I finally got a nice comforter set for my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;I also got a Wii for the whole family to enjoy! There is even a fishing game on it. Jerry is going to get it all hooked up for me when he gets home from his usual Saturday morning fishing trip.&lt;br /&gt;Tish and I got matching heating pads for those aches and pains from all that overtime we have been putting in. Both of us seem to be having more back pain than usual. Not that my job is all that physical but sitting at a computer all day can make your back hurt too. And lifting babies, getting up and down off the floor all day and spending hours on your feet is not all that easy for an expectant mother.&lt;br /&gt;I still have a lot of work to do. tomorrow we are going to the laundry mat to wash all the winter bed clothes. The heavy blankets and comforters are just a little too much for my machine to handle. She also wants to get all the baby's things washed.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we are steam cleaning carpets. It has been a little while since I did that last and they definately need sprucing up. Sunday evening, grocery shopping is on the to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;I have to buy stuff to make those cookies for Eddy. I'm afraid he might decide to stay home if I don't have his Oatmeal Raisin Cookies waiting for him when he arrives.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I hope Mom is prepared to never want to leave, once she gets here.&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to seeing my sisters, Beth and Vickie. I can't remember when the last time was that I was so excited about Thanksgiving. I love cooking for and entertaining people I love.&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be able to get things done that I have been wanting to do. It really feels good to know that the bills are all paid and there is some money left over to have fun with. God is good all the time. Thank you Lord, for family and good times! Thank you for good jobs and all the little blessings I find every day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-2404796509810186041?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2404796509810186041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=2404796509810186041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/2404796509810186041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/2404796509810186041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-shopping.html' title='I Love Shopping!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-7598010149622235943</id><published>2007-11-14T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T20:26:42.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Down to Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>Only one more week to go until Mom, Eddy and Beth arrive for their first visit to my home! I am so excited. I can't hardly wait. I have a whole weekend of entertainment planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning of course with dinner, Wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Followed with the whole family thing on Thanksgiving Day. My step-sister and her husband will be here for the Big Dinner, along with Geri and Brian and of course, me, Jerry and Tish. I wish Aaron could be here, but I won't get to see him until Christmas. I would love for Mom to meet her great-grandchildren, but they already have other plans. I guess, it can't all be perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning is the "all girls" shopping trip. We are going to brave the "Day after Thanksgiving" crowd and have some fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then Saturday, Ashley and her family are coming over for Dinner, so they can meet Aaron's grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sunday, Mom and the gang will be headed back to Shreveport. Hopefully with a lot of cool and interesting things to tell about their trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying that they will decide, they want to come back to stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Mom and I can't wait to have you here so I can treat you like a queen and Beth like a princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh yeah, I haven't forgotten the home-baked Oatmeal Raisin Cookies for the king!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-7598010149622235943?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7598010149622235943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=7598010149622235943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/7598010149622235943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/7598010149622235943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/count-down-to-thanksgiving.html' title='Count Down to Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-4338949483330454546</id><published>2007-11-11T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T14:49:26.180-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shower'/><title type='text'>Showering the Baby!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rzc6IDgEIYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Ooj4spj3QnI/s1600-h/Baby+Shower+10-09-07+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rzc6IDgEIYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Ooj4spj3QnI/s400/Baby+Shower+10-09-07+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131634210465128834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a face! She doesn't like this picture because she is making a weird face. However it is a great picture of her round belly. At 7 months, you still can't tell she's pregnant unless she turns sideways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to her Baby Shower yesterday at Ashley's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some highlights.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RzcytzgEIPI/AAAAAAAAANc/DRy0k3o3PKA/s1600-h/Baby+Shower+10-09-07+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RzcytzgEIPI/AAAAAAAAANc/DRy0k3o3PKA/s320/Baby+Shower+10-09-07+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131626062912168178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the cake, I made and decorated for her. It is surrounded by candles made from a baby food jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jars were painted with blue and green polka dots, they are tied with blue, baby footprint ribbons and have a tiny blue pacifier hot glued to the center. They were a big hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures Of games and some highlights of Tish opening presents. Tish was really happy to see Mrs. Howe who has always been a special friend to her. We both want to thank Ashley and Jenny for such a great party and the sweet baby gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RzeCwjgEIcI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6Cyw4JbbMPo/s1600-h/Baby+Shower+10-09-07+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RzeCwjgEIcI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6Cyw4JbbMPo/s200/Baby+Shower+10-09-07+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131714071087030722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rzc2dTgEISI/AAAAAAAAAN0/WL_avlzt7Cg/s1600-h/Baby+Shower+10-09-07+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rzc2dTgEISI/AAAAAAAAAN0/WL_avlzt7Cg/s320/Baby+Shower+10-09-07+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131630177490837794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RzeBojgEIbI/AAAAAAAAAO8/z_MXL7fmDUk/s1600-h/Baby+Shower+10-09-07+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RzeBojgEIbI/AAAAAAAAAO8/z_MXL7fmDUk/s200/Baby+Shower+10-09-07+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131712834136449458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rzc8rjgEIaI/AAAAAAAAAO0/4xZGrhfQVG8/s1600-h/Baby+Shower+10-09-07+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rzc8rjgEIaI/AAAAAAAAAO0/4xZGrhfQVG8/s200/Baby+Shower+10-09-07+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131637019373740450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rzc21DgEITI/AAAAAAAAAN8/aSvrA7zJEqE/s1600-h/Baby+Shower+10-09-07+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rzc21DgEITI/AAAAAAAAAN8/aSvrA7zJEqE/s200/Baby+Shower+10-09-07+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131630585512730930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rzc5LTgEIXI/AAAAAAAAAOc/C1pLiDP_IvY/s1600-h/Baby+Shower+10-09-07+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rzc5LTgEIXI/AAAAAAAAAOc/C1pLiDP_IvY/s200/Baby+Shower+10-09-07+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131633166788075890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RzeDFjgEIdI/AAAAAAAAAPM/gQv6gfpfK74/s1600-h/Baby+Shower+10-09-07+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RzeDFjgEIdI/AAAAAAAAAPM/gQv6gfpfK74/s200/Baby+Shower+10-09-07+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131714431864283602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rzcz7DgEIQI/AAAAAAAAANk/l3pbsKIJFsY/s1600-h/Baby+Shower+10-09-07+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rzcz7DgEIQI/AAAAAAAAANk/l3pbsKIJFsY/s320/Baby+Shower+10-09-07+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131627390057062658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a fun afternoon. Baby showers are great, we were both really tired when we got home. It didn't take me long to go to sleep once we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-4338949483330454546?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4338949483330454546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=4338949483330454546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/4338949483330454546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/4338949483330454546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/showering-baby.html' title='Showering the Baby!!!!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rzc6IDgEIYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Ooj4spj3QnI/s72-c/Baby+Shower+10-09-07+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-8506690549553156428</id><published>2007-11-02T20:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T20:39:41.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"More Alex"</title><content type='html'>Alex surprises me everyday with his intellegience.&lt;br /&gt;He is always coming up with some new behavior or phrase that catches me unaware.&lt;br /&gt;A few nights ago, we were sitting on the couch, watching T.V. after dinner. Alex was perched on my shoulder, preening my hair (a new behavior for him). Tish was sitting on the other end of the couch. Alex climbed off my shoulder onto the back of the couch and made his way toward Tish. She is a little nervous around him (he is a notorious biter) so she moved forward a little bit, out of his reach. She was talking to him, however and she said, "Gimme a kiss!" Expecting his reply to be his usual smooching sound. Alex surprised us all by replying ,  "Come here!"&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I decided to offer him a new treat. I know that he loves fresh strawberries. He will pick all the seeds off, eating them one by one before finally nibbling on the fruit itself. Tonight, I offered him a piece of pomgranate. Alex took one look at it and promptly asked, "What's that?" Of course once he tried it, he loved it. I knew he would.&lt;br /&gt;This morning, he woke up with Jerry, and while Jerry was ironing his clothes for the day, Alex walked over to him and waited to be picked up and placed on his play gym. I think that is another breakthrough behavior for him. He normally does not appraoch Jerry to be picked up. And has a tendency to bite, when Jerry tries to pick him up. What a switch!&lt;br /&gt;I have had a Quaker parrot in the past. She was extremely affectionate and loved to be held and cuddled. Alex does not like to be touched other than stepping up to be placed on his gym or on my shoulder. He still will not let me stroke his belly or scratch his head. I usually end up with a sore finger and a parrot that is laughing hysterically at me for hollering out, in pain.&lt;br /&gt;The biggest difference in the two is the level of intellegience. Jada would talk, some. But she had a very limited vocabulary and she really didn't use her words in their proper context, except when she wanted to be cuddled and she would say, "Pick up Jada!" Alex usually speaks in  concrete requests and replies to questions appropriately. He greets me in the afternoon by saying, "Hello, Mama." He tells the dogs, "Night, night" when I put them to bed. And he will say, "Shut up" when they are barking. He still says, "Here, kitty kitty" and answers, "Meow" when you repeat it to him.His word and phrase vocabulary is just too large to list it all, or even to remember, what all he can say, in just a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;We have definately come a long way from the aggressive little, green monster that would not let me near him, to a real, little, social butterfly. I am looking forward to the day that I can actually  pet him and cuddle him.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that the day will come, when Alex will enjoy snuggling under the blanket, on my chest while I read a book. I think we are on the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-8506690549553156428?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8506690549553156428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=8506690549553156428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/8506690549553156428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/8506690549553156428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-alex.html' title='&quot;More Alex&quot;'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-8370609293475678886</id><published>2007-10-30T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T19:24:34.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's called "dog food" for a reason!</title><content type='html'>I think they call it that because it was created to feed dogs! Little dogs, big dogs, Chihuahuas, mutts, Quakers!&lt;br /&gt;If it barks, chases it's tail and eats dog food, it's a dog, Right!&lt;br /&gt;No, it's a bird that thinks it's a dog!&lt;br /&gt;It's "Alex"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex's favorite new thing is to get up very early in the morning, when I do. He climbs down, off his cage. Follows me around a bit. Chases "Mocha" and "Junior" away from their food bowl and helps himself to his favorite crunchy bits, in the "Kibbles and Bits".&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he doesn't even bother to chase the puppies away first, he just perches himself on the edge of their dish and glares at them. I know he is getting really spoiled, but I can't seem to help myself. "Alex" has such a funny personality. How can you possibly speak sternly to anything that makes you laugh so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of puppies, "Mocha" and "Junior" have become "Best Buds". Tonight, they played for hours. I watched them play "Tag, you're it" and "Keep Away". Then almost together, they collapsed and fell asleep! "Junior" is responding to his name. We have started "crating" them at night. "Mocha" sleeps better (like: all night, for a change) and as a result the rest of us sleep better. "Mocha", barking at her shadow, in the middle of the night, can make your heart stop beating. "Sami" still roams the house. I guess, he has earned a little special treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time to go to bed. Gotta work tomorrow! See ya!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-8370609293475678886?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8370609293475678886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=8370609293475678886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/8370609293475678886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/8370609293475678886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-called-dog-food-for-reason.html' title='It&apos;s called &quot;dog food&quot; for a reason!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-972981849283908950</id><published>2007-10-27T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T16:55:12.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Catch!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RyPPx-Se2-I/AAAAAAAAANM/8h_epYJFDHc/s1600-h/104_2193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RyPPx-Se2-I/AAAAAAAAANM/8h_epYJFDHc/s320/104_2193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126169258318814178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RyPPiOSe29I/AAAAAAAAANE/w9moK2PRQjA/s1600-h/104_2192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RyPPiOSe29I/AAAAAAAAANE/w9moK2PRQjA/s320/104_2192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126168987735874514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RyPNt-Se28I/AAAAAAAAAM8/jgth5UhM3bk/s1600-h/104_2189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RyPNt-Se28I/AAAAAAAAAM8/jgth5UhM3bk/s320/104_2189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126166990576081858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RyPNauSe27I/AAAAAAAAAM0/h7HVUcNIfFM/s1600-h/104_2191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RyPNauSe27I/AAAAAAAAAM0/h7HVUcNIfFM/s320/104_2191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126166659863600050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry left early this morning, as is his usual routine on Saturday. Saturday is my "sleeping in, until I feel like getting up" Day. Jerry always leaves early, without waking me, and goes fishing. This morning, he stayed gone a little longer than usual. I wasn't really, too concerned, because, if he starts catching fish, he won't come home until the fish quit biting.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, today, THEY WERE BITING!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I finally heard from him around 2:30 this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;He showed up at home with 17 of the biggest crappie, I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;One monster was 16" long. It was so big, I couldn't get it to fit in the clip on my cleaning board.&lt;br /&gt;There were several more between 14-15" and just a couple around 12". Not a one smaller.&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned them all and put them in 7 "quart size" freezer bags.  7  quarts of crappie! Now, that's a fish fry!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I almost forgot. He caught this beauties, while paddling around in his kayak!&lt;br /&gt;What a catch!! (Jerry, not the fish) And what a catch!!(the fish)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-972981849283908950?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/972981849283908950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=972981849283908950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/972981849283908950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/972981849283908950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-catch.html' title='What a Catch!!!!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RyPPx-Se2-I/AAAAAAAAANM/8h_epYJFDHc/s72-c/104_2193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-7022650541010733717</id><published>2007-10-25T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T15:41:18.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just An Update!</title><content type='html'>"Alex" is still enjoying his new playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Junior" and "Mocha" are now best buddies.&lt;br /&gt;They do everything together. Eat, Sleep, Play, Snuggle.&lt;br /&gt;"Sam" is not too impressed with having two rowdy, little puppies in the house,&lt;br /&gt;but he is still "THE BOSS" and they don't worry him too much.&lt;br /&gt;They have too much fun playing with each other to mess with a grumpy old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, Jerry is doing great. He is still losing weight each week on Weight Watchers.&lt;br /&gt;He has really become a big fan of Fly Fishing and goes almost every weekend. I think the crappie boat is getting jealous of the kayak. Now he is thinking about trying his hand at (building? making?) his own fly rod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tish is gaining more weight. Not too much! She looks so cute with her round belly! We are having a great time getting ready for the new baby boy. We have the nursery pretty well set up. The Baby Shower is in the works for November 10. We still have to address and send out invitations, so if you haven't gotten one, it's because they haven't been mailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the gang is doing well. I put the nesting box back in the finch cage. "Digory" is getting big and fat. "Saul" has decided to be the neighborhood "barking dog".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Plans are still in the works for Mom, Eddy and Beth to come out for several days at Thanksgiving. Tish and I are planning a "Black Friday" outing with Mom and Beth. The last time, I got to go, I took Jerry and he pretty much looked like a cat surrounded by pit bulls and no tree to climb. I don't think I will ever convince him to go again. Mom is bringing her boxing gloves for the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in All, life is great and I feel blessed to be a part of it all. God is GOOD all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-7022650541010733717?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7022650541010733717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=7022650541010733717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/7022650541010733717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/7022650541010733717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-update.html' title='Just An Update!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-7101609769036343290</id><published>2007-10-20T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T12:49:11.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, from "Alex"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RxpValozXrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/s7l5xwbIHXU/s1600-h/104_2183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RxpValozXrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/s7l5xwbIHXU/s400/104_2183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123501441355570866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought "Alex" a new playground.&lt;br /&gt;I think it is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;He only bit me three times, while I was trying to get him to sit on it.&lt;br /&gt;Parrot Trivia: Parrots are very suspicious of new things and should be introduced to them slowly. According to the experts, you can really upset a parrot by introducing a new piece of furniture into a room. So, new play gyms, should definately be introduced slowly over a period of a few days. You are 'supposed to' put the new item in the room, and over a period of several days, move it closer and closer to the parrot a little at a time until he is no longer upset by it's presence.&lt;br /&gt;So much for that!! I put it together, picked "Alex" up and put him on it!&lt;br /&gt;He survived, meeting his new toy. I survived his protests, now we are both happy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW MEET "JUNIOR"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any one who knows us, know how devastated we were at the loss of our beloved "Snickers".&lt;br /&gt;He was probably the smartest dog I have ever had the previlege to share my home with. When he was killed, it left a big hole in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;However, "Snickers" did not leave us to be lonely. He made sure there would be someone special to help fill that void.&lt;br /&gt;This is "Junior"&lt;br /&gt;"Snickers" son!!!!&lt;br /&gt;He is 6 weeks old. He is already bigger than "Mocha" and making his presence well known.&lt;br /&gt;He bounces around here as if he never lived anywhere else. He plays with "Mocha" and answers to his name already.&lt;br /&gt; When I look at his sweet little face, I see my "Snickers" in his eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RxpZVFozXsI/AAAAAAAAAMk/UlPPKutE7nk/s1600-h/Little+Boy+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RxpZVFozXsI/AAAAAAAAAMk/UlPPKutE7nk/s400/Little+Boy+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123505744912801474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-7101609769036343290?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7101609769036343290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=7101609769036343290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/7101609769036343290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/7101609769036343290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/hi-from-alex.html' title='Hi, from &quot;Alex&quot;'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RxpValozXrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/s7l5xwbIHXU/s72-c/104_2183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-3930696251302652873</id><published>2007-10-14T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T09:11:06.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RxI9J1ozXqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/rJwkT_RJ_jQ/s1600-h/104_2180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RxI9J1ozXqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/rJwkT_RJ_jQ/s400/104_2180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121222965500010146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Only coins, that is. Or bills if your just wanting to be different. Here is a picture of Liam's first piggy bank. Hand painted by his Mom. I think she did a great job. I really enjoy watching Tish create her own special additions to the baby's corner.&lt;br /&gt;I love to do crafts and it makes me feel proud that my children are imaginative and creative.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I can't take all the credit, her Dad is a pretty creative and imaginative guy, too.&lt;br /&gt;He has been tying flies as well as jigs and comes up with some really attractive and imaginative designs. The cool thing is his flies and jigs catch fish. That is the ultimate test.&lt;br /&gt;I looked to see if he had posted a picture of his kayak on this computer, but I can't find one. I guess I will have to wait to post that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other news. Thanksgiving is getting closer. I can't hardly wait. I am so excited about having my family over. I want Mom, Eddy and Beth to have such a good time, they will never want to go back to Shreveport.&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/20910216-3930696251302652873?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3930696251302652873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=3930696251302652873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/3930696251302652873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/3930696251302652873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-pig-little-pig-let-me-come-in.html' title='Little Pig, Little Pig, let me come in!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RxI9J1ozXqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/rJwkT_RJ_jQ/s72-c/104_2180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-2688897278043501955</id><published>2007-10-07T16:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T16:16:08.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new baby belly pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rwln2lozXpI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZfoXRGsc8NQ/s1600-h/104_2178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rwln2lozXpI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZfoXRGsc8NQ/s400/104_2178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118736638997126802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tish&lt;br /&gt;6 Months and counting.&lt;br /&gt;She has gained 9 pounds so far&lt;br /&gt;and it's all belly.&lt;br /&gt;She is still wearing her pre-pregnancy jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, they are low-rise jeans so they don't interfere with&lt;br /&gt;her growing bump.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she just too cute!!!!!&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/20910216-2688897278043501955?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2688897278043501955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=2688897278043501955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/2688897278043501955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/2688897278043501955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-baby-belly-pic.html' title='new baby belly pic'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rwln2lozXpI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZfoXRGsc8NQ/s72-c/104_2178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-1822705824260737805</id><published>2007-10-07T14:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T14:29:46.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RwlPwVozXoI/AAAAAAAAAME/_5_OWPFjdlY/s1600-h/104_2175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RwlPwVozXoI/AAAAAAAAAME/_5_OWPFjdlY/s320/104_2175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118710143343877762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RwlPklozXnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CJu0jeSjGi0/s1600-h/104_2173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RwlPklozXnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CJu0jeSjGi0/s320/104_2173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118709941480414834" 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/20910216-1822705824260737805?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1822705824260737805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=1822705824260737805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/1822705824260737805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/1822705824260737805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RwlPwVozXoI/AAAAAAAAAME/_5_OWPFjdlY/s72-c/104_2175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-29182077814294539</id><published>2007-10-07T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T14:27:46.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more project completed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RwlMbFozXmI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0mOu7SINwqY/s1600-h/104_2172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RwlMbFozXmI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0mOu7SINwqY/s320/104_2172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118706479736774242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finished the changing table, today.&lt;br /&gt;I had to run up to Lowes and get the correct size screws, so I could assemble it safely. Then, Tish and I put the completed pad and bumper pads and baskets on it. I think it turned out cute. Everything coordinates with the bedding and wall decorations that we had completed earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Only, one unfinished, sewing project left. I have the bed skirt partially completed. When it is done, I will post pictures of the completed nursery area.&lt;br /&gt;We are pretty much ready. We still need to get daily living items, like bottles, nipples, pacifiers, diapers, baby care items (body wash, shampoo, lotion), etc.&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are plenty of things we need still. Towels, baby wash cloths, blankets and infant toys. We have not been able to find any suitable infant toys. We still need a mobile for the crib, bassinet sheets, car seat and misc. other things.&lt;br /&gt;Most all of that is small items we can buy a little at a time over the next few months. I think we are real close to being ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-29182077814294539?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/29182077814294539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=29182077814294539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/29182077814294539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/29182077814294539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-more-project-completed.html' title='One more project completed'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RwlMbFozXmI/AAAAAAAAAL0/0mOu7SINwqY/s72-c/104_2172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-7648219746485533873</id><published>2007-10-06T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T23:32:45.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Sleep!</title><content type='html'>I'm tired, but I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;We had a good day, today! We worked on finishing projects for the "little man". I finished the pad for the changing table and the bumper pads. I covered the wicker basket with fabric that matches the theme of the room.  Tish and I also worked on a couple of small projects. She found a piggy bank that she liked and bought an unfinished one at Michaels. She spent the afternoon, painting it. It turned out really cute. I made another plaque that matches the ones Tish made.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we will work on getting everything put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry has a new passion. He bought a kayak. Hopefully the rain will clear enough tomorrow, he will be able to take it out for a little while in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw "Junior" today. He is looking more and more like "Snickers" each time I see him. He is growing really fast and is bigger than any of his litter mates. He also is the most active, according to Beth, the lady they all belong to. In just a couple of more weeks, he will come to live with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was really nice. I worked on my sewing projects for the baby. Tish painted her piggy bank. Jerry sat at his work table and tied flies. We didn't even talk. We didn't have the T.V. on. It was quiet, we just enjoyed being together. Each one of us concentrating on our individual project and thinking our own private thoughts, knowing that the others were nearby, keeping us company and admiring the work we were doing. Being together doesn't always include talking. Sometimes, it's just being together. Sometimes, together time, is the best time of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tish's baby is a very fortunate little boy. He will be born into a family who loves him and one another without limits. We are a very fortunate family. We are being blessed by one of God's greatest gifts. A beautiful baby boy to love. Without limits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-7648219746485533873?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7648219746485533873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=7648219746485533873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/7648219746485533873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/7648219746485533873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t Sleep!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-7265826859705827992</id><published>2007-10-05T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:28:39.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping!</title><content type='html'>O.K. So, what will the" well-dressed baby" be wearing this winter?&lt;br /&gt; We have cute little "onesies", blanket sleepers, sweaters, over-alls, tennis shoes, a button up plaid shirt, bluejeans, crawlers,  jackets, socks and bibs. All in coordinating "mix&amp;amp;match" colors  from "Old Navy",  "Carters", "Little Me", "The Childrens Place" and of course "Toys 'R' Us".&lt;br /&gt;Tish and I have been shopping. She bought some things on Wed. after we found out we are having a boy and I bought some more things tonight. I love outlet stores. We found some really cute things. Some of my favorites are a little blanket sleeper that is soft as down and has sweet little ears on the hood and bear foot prints on the bottom of the feet, then there are the bibs. We had to buy them. One of them says,"My Great Grandma loves me", the other one says, Grandpa's little angel". The navy blue crawler says," S.B.G., spoiled by grandpa". We really found some wonderful little boy clothes. I saw a lot of really cute little girl things, too. I can't wait to find out what Krysta is having. Tish and I will be doing some more shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that this baby will arrive during the winter. Winter clothes are so much cuter than summer clothes. All the little fuzzy and furry little outfits.&lt;br /&gt;I am having too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;I laid everything out on Tish's bed and there wasn't enough room to spread it all out and take a picture. This little man already has a lot of great clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up, Krysta and find out. I am in the mood to do some BABY SHOPPING!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rwbs-FozXhI/AAAAAAAAALM/MiPB3s0GH_M/s1600-h/Little+Boy+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rwbs-FozXhI/AAAAAAAAALM/MiPB3s0GH_M/s200/Little+Boy+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118038577962507794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rwbt8FozXlI/AAAAAAAAALs/iTFRqSiIb3U/s1600-h/Little+Boy+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rwbt8FozXlI/AAAAAAAAALs/iTFRqSiIb3U/s200/Little+Boy+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118039643114397266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RwbtZVozXjI/AAAAAAAAALc/C4ysmr75FAU/s1600-h/Little+Boy+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RwbtZVozXjI/AAAAAAAAALc/C4ysmr75FAU/s200/Little+Boy+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118039046113943090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RwbtNVozXiI/AAAAAAAAALU/sRjD0I0s9fc/s1600-h/Little+Boy+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RwbtNVozXiI/AAAAAAAAALU/sRjD0I0s9fc/s200/Little+Boy+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118038839955512866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rwbto1ozXkI/AAAAAAAAALk/83EXzGF2_jk/s1600-h/Little+Boy+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rwbto1ozXkI/AAAAAAAAALk/83EXzGF2_jk/s200/Little+Boy+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118039312401915458" 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/20910216-7265826859705827992?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7265826859705827992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=7265826859705827992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/7265826859705827992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/7265826859705827992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/shopping.html' title='Shopping!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rwbs-FozXhI/AAAAAAAAALM/MiPB3s0GH_M/s72-c/Little+Boy+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-7064879140160174364</id><published>2007-10-03T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T16:20:38.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official!</title><content type='html'>No more guess work. We have the official sonogram results. Tish is having a baby boy! Names are still not a certainty.&lt;br /&gt;We are all really excited and happy to know. Now we can get down to some real shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-7064879140160174364?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7064879140160174364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=7064879140160174364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/7064879140160174364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/7064879140160174364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-3628127870017895247</id><published>2007-10-01T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:35:43.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen Poetry</title><content type='html'>The following post was stolen from my Mom's blog. I wanted to post it on mine because there are people who read my blog that don't read my Mom's.  It is a poem written by my little sister in remembrance of our brother, Roger on the anniversary of his death. The poem touched me deeply, as did the death of my brother.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that it touches the hearts of all who read it. Roger was 44 years old, when he died.&lt;br /&gt;I vowed at that time not to let time get away from me again. Rogers' death was a sad reminder of how important family is. Of how much we share in this world and how much we truly need one another.&lt;br /&gt;I want my family, my Mom, my sister, Beth,  my Step-dad, Eddy, my brother, Frankie, my children and my grand-children to know how much I love them all.&lt;br /&gt;I had not seen Roger for many years and had just begun to get to know him again, when he was taken from me. I grieve for all those lost years, when we could have been a family. I squandered them  on resentment. I could not let go of the past. I don't ever want to suffer those feelings of grief again. Knowing in my heart that I had the ability to change things.  The means to make things right between us.&lt;br /&gt;To my friends, my wish for you is that you will find that place where love survives.&lt;br /&gt;Hold close to your heart those whom you care about.&lt;br /&gt;Let them know.&lt;br /&gt;Before you lose them and never again have the chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-3628127870017895247?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3628127870017895247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=3628127870017895247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/3628127870017895247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/3628127870017895247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/stolen-poetry.html' title='Stolen Poetry'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-453617117057861115</id><published>2007-10-01T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:02:12.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Rogers' Song" by Beth Sanderson</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, September 25, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Remembering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the one year anniversary of Roger's death. It was a hard day for everyone. We took some new flowers out to the cemetery, and it didn't look like anyone had been to see him since we went last time. When we got home, Beth wrote a poem. It's the first thing she's written since he died. I really wanted to share it here. She hasn't thought of a name for it yet, but it's very touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year has passed&lt;br /&gt;Another year older and wiser, they say&lt;br /&gt;Another year of missing you&lt;br /&gt;Another year of wishing I could see your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain pours down, hard and heavy&lt;br /&gt;Like it did the night you left&lt;br /&gt;Like the tears I hide from everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;The thunder masks my cries of grief on this mournful anniversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t that you left, really&lt;br /&gt;You’re always here, I know&lt;br /&gt;Beside me, to guide me&lt;br /&gt;To keep me safe from harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice every time the slightest breeze picks up&lt;br /&gt;I see you face smiling at me out of the corner of my eye&lt;br /&gt;But when I look, you’re already gone again&lt;br /&gt;I wake in the night from a dream so real, I know you were there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself if any of this is consolation&lt;br /&gt;For loosing you&lt;br /&gt;It isn’t, and never will be&lt;br /&gt;But if glimpses and whispers are all I can get, I’ll take them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to picture you with angel wings&lt;br /&gt;But that sort of thing was never your style&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if the rain that falls are your tears&lt;br /&gt;Be they happy or sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear a song on the radio&lt;br /&gt;And I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I turn it up a little, and sing a little louder&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, I almost hear you singing along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I’ll miss you&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;Just so you can fix the little things that don’t work just right&lt;br /&gt;Even though they never seemed to go wrong with you around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re up there&lt;br /&gt;Turning on the stars at Twilight’s first sighting&lt;br /&gt;Lighting the path of safety and love my life should follow&lt;br /&gt;Carrying me on your shoulders when times are rough, like so many years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the others miss you just as much&lt;br /&gt;But the pain doesn’t feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t feel as real&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you cross their minds as often as you do mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve heard time will heal my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Ease the ache, and dry my tears&lt;br /&gt;Heard it more times then I can count, from more people then I dare recall&lt;br /&gt;But each passing day seems to cut a little deeper into my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll move on, past the pain&lt;br /&gt;And one day I’ll hear your name&lt;br /&gt;Speak your name without crying&lt;br /&gt;Some day, I’ll be able to look back and laugh at all the good times we shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will change with time, but I know something that won’t&lt;br /&gt;Your memory will never fade, not even after all your photos have&lt;br /&gt;I will never stop thinking of you, longing to see you once more&lt;br /&gt;And I will never stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know you will never stop watching me&lt;br /&gt;Guiding me&lt;br /&gt;Protecting me&lt;br /&gt;Loving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, Bubba&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Bubba&lt;br /&gt;I always have&lt;br /&gt;I always will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written 9-23-07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by Nana at 4:22 PM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-453617117057861115?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/453617117057861115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=453617117057861115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/453617117057861115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/453617117057861115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/rogers-song-by-beth-sanderson.html' title='&quot;Rogers&apos; Song&quot; by Beth Sanderson'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-2207581424251623748</id><published>2007-10-01T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T16:28:58.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah! Company for Thanksgiving! (and other random thoughts)</title><content type='html'>Mom, Eddy and Beth are coming to Texas for a visit next month! I am so excited. It has been forever since I got to entertain my Mom at my house. I can hardly wait. Thanksgiving is not that far away. Just a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I know this because the stores are now stocking "Chocolate Mint Truffle" creamer again. They only sell it during the Holiday season! Which means of course, my favorite time of the year is just around the corner. I am gearing up for a busy next few months.&lt;br /&gt;First, Thanksgiving, then, Jerry's Birthday (Dec. 11), our  31st Anniversary (Dec. 18), after that, we have Christmas, New Years, Tish's baby is due the end of Jan. then Lucy's birthday, Krysta's baby will be born shortly after that. Then it's birthday time for sure, Cotton, Krysta, Jacob, Ashley, Aaron, Me and Tish, Beth, Geri, I don't know when Bryans' birthday is. Oh and there's Mothers Day, Fathers' Day,  Independence Day...........&lt;br /&gt;Well, after Thanksgiving, it's just one joyous celebration after another. Hopefully, I will be able to convince Mom and Eddy to move to Texas before all the celebrating begins.&lt;br /&gt;I left out the June Wedding,  Aaron and Ashley will be getting married.&lt;br /&gt;I'm making my own head hurt thinking about it. I better stop now.&lt;br /&gt;I have gone from November to July in one paragragh. I love family and I love celebrations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-2207581424251623748?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2207581424251623748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=2207581424251623748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/2207581424251623748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/2207581424251623748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/yeah-company-for-thanksgiving-and-other.html' title='Yeah! Company for Thanksgiving! (and other random thoughts)'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-4233066308847187053</id><published>2007-09-30T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T18:35:33.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Junior!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RwBLmFozXgI/AAAAAAAAALE/dHJb9krbPzg/s1600-h/Snickers%27+and+Sami+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RwBLmFozXgI/AAAAAAAAALE/dHJb9krbPzg/s400/Snickers%27+and+Sami+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116172294413311490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RwBLI1ozXfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/5lCh819hCXE/s1600-h/104_2163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RwBLI1ozXfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/5lCh819hCXE/s400/104_2163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116171791902137842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The top picture is one of Snickers at approximately 7 weeks old. I took it when I first brought him home. The bottom picture is of two of the (3 week old)  little boy puppies from the litter we believe he fathered. We have decided to adopt the puppy on the left. His name is Junior. We will be bringing him home to live with us in about 3-4 weeks. He is fuzzy haired and we are hoping he will have the same "funny look" as his dad. Snickers markings became more pronounced as he grew. Right now Junior is very similar in markings as Snickers was when we first got him.&lt;br /&gt;Junior is also the most active and mischievious of all his litter mates. Like father, like son. as the saying goes. I picked Snickers, in the first place because of his personality. I think Junior is going to help heal the wounds left by Snickers death.&lt;br /&gt;I do know he will be learning how to ride in the boat and go crappie fishing. Jerry has fallen in love. Of course, it helped just a little that Junior gave him sweet little puppy kisses when they met.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-4233066308847187053?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4233066308847187053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=4233066308847187053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/4233066308847187053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/4233066308847187053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/introducing-junior.html' title='Introducing Junior!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RwBLmFozXgI/AAAAAAAAALE/dHJb9krbPzg/s72-c/Snickers%27+and+Sami+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-4262061663735004712</id><published>2007-09-30T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T09:58:21.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To catch a Thief!</title><content type='html'>The whole house was quiet, no one was moving around. It was still dark outside. Even the faithful old watchdog was still resting. The prowler checked his surroundings carefully. He noted the exact location of the watchdog. The coast is clear.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rv_R81ozXaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/BWjV9kxkK2A/s1600-h/104_2153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rv_R81ozXaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/BWjV9kxkK2A/s320/104_2153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116038544836746658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, he wanted to make sure the little, yappy one was no where around. She has a bark that can wake people three houses down.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rv_TlFozXbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/MbbFWN-wkOc/s1600-h/104_2152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rv_TlFozXbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/MbbFWN-wkOc/s320/104_2152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116040335838109106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good, She was also quiet and resting. After looking around one more time, and listening carefully to make sure no one was watching, the prowler crept stealthily across the room to the womans open purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rv_UQlozXcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/pEbMOC1_vRs/s1600-h/104_2155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rv_UQlozXcI/AAAAAAAAAKk/pEbMOC1_vRs/s320/104_2155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116041083162418626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rv_UjVozXdI/AAAAAAAAAKs/fZfef8ihnCc/s1600-h/104_2157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rv_UjVozXdI/AAAAAAAAAKs/fZfef8ihnCc/s320/104_2157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116041405284965842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rv_U21ozXeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_iCV2wInhJc/s1600-h/104_2158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rv_U21ozXeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/_iCV2wInhJc/s320/104_2158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116041740292414946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little, did he realize, his escapades would be caught on camera. Rats!!! Foiled, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-4262061663735004712?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4262061663735004712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=4262061663735004712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/4262061663735004712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/4262061663735004712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-catch-thief.html' title='To catch a Thief!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rv_R81ozXaI/AAAAAAAAAKU/BWjV9kxkK2A/s72-c/104_2153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-7213498975692153717</id><published>2007-09-30T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T09:30:39.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here they are!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rv_N7VozXZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/IQCXuH3T5Og/s1600-h/104_2159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rv_N7VozXZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/IQCXuH3T5Og/s400/104_2159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116034121020431762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new, modern, matching, black/stainless fridge and stove. I found out the stove has a lock for the oven door. That will come in handy as the new baby starts walking. there is also a lock for the water/ice dispenser in the door of the fridge. We cooked our dinner on the new stove last night. The oven works soo..... good. Maybe, I can even convince Jerry that he likes to cook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-7213498975692153717?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7213498975692153717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=7213498975692153717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/7213498975692153717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/7213498975692153717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/here-they-are.html' title='Here they are!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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://bp1.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/Rv_N7VozXZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/IQCXuH3T5Og/s72-c/104_2159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20910216.post-2481029936797198962</id><published>2007-09-29T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T12:12:01.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!!!</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to get a new fridge for a while. We have a really good one, but I wanted a Black/Stainless double door with the ice and water in the door. I also wanted a matching Black/Stainless, Smooth top stove to match. I have spent the morning, removing the old appliances and clearing out the kitchen, because my new stove and fridge will be arriving today! I am so excited and definately motivated to get my kitchen repainted and get started cooking!&lt;br /&gt;With just a few weeks left until the Holiday Season, a kitchen full of brand new appliances is a powerful motivation. I will post pictures soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-2481029936797198962?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2481029936797198962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=2481029936797198962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/2481029936797198962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/2481029936797198962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/finally.html' title='Finally!!!!'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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-20910216.post-7684925649967750170</id><published>2007-09-23T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T15:54:36.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mocha's New Sweater</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RvbuMuT5W5I/AAAAAAAAAKE/f8OfULIhAPg/s1600-h/104_2148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RvbuMuT5W5I/AAAAAAAAAKE/f8OfULIhAPg/s400/104_2148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113536329283099538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a little lime green, brushed flannel, fabric left. Perfect to make a little sweater for a tiny chihuahua!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20910216-7684925649967750170?l=mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7684925649967750170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20910216&amp;postID=7684925649967750170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/7684925649967750170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20910216/posts/default/7684925649967750170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mybirdbrainlife.blogspot.com/2007/09/mochas-new-sweater.html' title='Mocha&apos;s New Sweater'/><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968631973275657422</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://bp3.blogger.com/_vyvf43HYH3E/RvbuMuT5W5I/AAAAAAAAAKE/f8OfULIhAPg/s72-c/104_2148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
