<?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-27490875</id><updated>2012-01-25T05:26:30.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life at Home</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>188</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-6624122444075270936</id><published>2011-12-08T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T06:56:19.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Baking</title><content type='html'>I was just thinking this morning as I looked around my kitchen.  Why do we do all this Christmas baking.  In my house I usually do sugar cookies and some gingerbread and chocolate covered pretzels.  But each year I try something new.  (tried some candy cane cookies, taste good don't look good)  But as I looked at it all I wondered why?  I don't enjoy eating it, except the pretzels,  and no one else in my family does after the first day.  So it ends up going to Jim's office or my neighbors.  Which if they enjoy getting it then I am glad.  I think I am going to slow down on the baking.  I just isn't needed and I want less dishes to wash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-6624122444075270936?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/6624122444075270936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=6624122444075270936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/6624122444075270936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/6624122444075270936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-baking.html' title='Christmas Baking'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-778678827241924099</id><published>2011-12-02T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T06:54:55.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know</title><content type='html'>Once again it has been to long since I posted.  I don't know why I don't post more.  I mean yes we are busy but so are all the rest of you.  And I read a lot of your blogs at night. So no excuse.&lt;br /&gt;We are happily preparing for Christmas.  This year it is coming faster than I thought it would.  However, we will be heading to Canada this year so I think that is why.  I know Christmas can be so stressful for so many but for me it isn't.  I really try to keep life low key.  So when I say I am busy that means I cleaned one house that day (not my own), ran kids to and from school, maybe did some work for my husband at his office and then came home and played with the kids and tidied up our home.  Okay so seeing it on there does seem like a lot.  But most evenings are home and that is where I feel my days feel busy.  Is if I do that all day and then have to go out at night.&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.  Christmas is coming.  This is the first year in a long time my husband hasn't been stressed financially at this time of year.  He usually is stressed with Christmas and finances and making it all work.  This year God just keeps blessing us with work.  Either cleaning jobs for me or more houses closing for Jim.&lt;br /&gt;This year as a collective family we drew names.  There are 8 of us adults.  So that makes it nice.  I only have to buy for one person.  So much less stress.  Jim will handle his man gift just fine to.  So on the gift level we are just about done.  So we are enjoying baking, listening to Christmas music and watching Christmas movies.  Just such a great time of year.  Hope you are all having a wonderful season.&lt;br /&gt;Now just bring on the snow.  But in all reality since we are traveling I would like it to wait until January.  But I love the snow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-778678827241924099?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/778678827241924099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=778678827241924099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/778678827241924099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/778678827241924099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-know.html' title='I know'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-1252386013163614550</id><published>2011-09-29T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T06:25:20.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>I again am going to go on a rant.  But first I have to just throw some thing out there.  I guess I am going to embrace this by typing it on here.  I can't cook.  I can bake and I enjoy it.  But I can't cook.  I again tried it last night.  I thought fried chicken with mashed potatoes sounded good for supper.  Yep, it didn't turn out.  So I again am at least blessed with a family who is so gracious to me and they don't care and at least try everything I make.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note our chickens have started laying eggs.  We have one that is ancona.  We have named her Ramona.  All the anconas we have had are super friendly and LOVE Brayden.  That is why they are named Ramona.  Because Ramona always chased Davie around the play ground trying to kiss him.  Anyway Ramona is laying eggs now.  How do we know they are hers?  Well they are a light green.  So for 13 days we have gotten light green eggs.  So Riley has been saving them for something special.  So we are going to make a cake.  It will be fun.  Again, I can bake.  Just not cook.  So the cake will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to marriage.  I may have ranted about this before but I just am so sad about it and how this has so affected society.  Why as women do we not lift our husbands up.  I have a t-shirt that says "My husband Rocks"  I completely believe that my husband is awesome and he works so hard for our family.  He plays with us and loves the Lord and is awesome.  Now, I know not everyone has a great awesome husband.  But, I believe that men tend to live up to what is given them.  What I mean is if you are nagging them, down on every flaw they have, getting together with your friends and talking about all their problems and yours.  You are for sure going to not see the amazing man for what he is.  So, yes my husband isn't perfect.  But I could focus on the negative or I could encourage and build him up.  Which makes such a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my challenge to you is text your husband today.  A fun text about how you think he is a Sexy stud, or he is your hunk a hunk of burning love.  Or how much you Respect him and how hard he works to take care of your family.  You will for sure see a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-1252386013163614550?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/1252386013163614550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=1252386013163614550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/1252386013163614550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/1252386013163614550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2011/09/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-807689822042728939</id><published>2011-09-27T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T20:42:41.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Health food stores</title><content type='html'>I am a funny one at times I know.  I think you would call me old fashioned at times and yet I am not totally there.  I love technology and all it has to offer.  (Except Facebook keeps changing and that is hard for me)  I love that I can teach my kids where there food comes from first hand.  Like they gather the eggs and we kill chickens and have them for supper.  They go with me to the butcher to pick up the meat.  I can and they also help with that and making jam.  I feel like it is important for my kids to eat healthy.  I however, don't buy everything organic or fresh or all that.  I the other day thought it would be fun to make my own vanilla.  Now the question was poised to me, Why?  I didn't know just thought it would be easy and fun.  However, after going to Trader Joes (which I LOVE) and them not having any vanilla beans.  I went to a health food store here in town.  I CAN'T STAND that place.  I don't feel I have ever talked down to them but they always seem to talk down to me.  AND it stinks in there.  While there Riley had to go to the bathroom and even their soap stunk.  They also had some strange things on the shelf.  That is why I have decided that my family will eat healthy but if I have to go there to get the healthy stuff we can do with out.  Now again Trader Joes will be fine.  I can still get good healthy food other places.  I think it also has to do with the fact I feel like a hippie in there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-807689822042728939?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/807689822042728939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=807689822042728939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/807689822042728939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/807689822042728939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2011/09/health-food-stores.html' title='Health food stores'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-433538315276527084</id><published>2011-09-20T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T20:19:33.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking</title><content type='html'>I have realized a few things about myself lately.  I am working at embracing these things about myself.  I don't stress about them.  I am just not that type of person.  I have realized that I am not a gardener.  As much as I LOVE veggies grown fresh from the garden.  I am not a gardener.  I can grow a few things but what happens is I am all go in the spring.  And then I forget to water them and well they die.  So, I have accepted this about myself and am fine with it.  Especially since my neighbors garden and do GREAT at it and they have more than enough and share their bounty.  You see if I truly could garden then there would be so much bounty and it would go to waste.  So I am really helping them out.  &lt;br /&gt;The other thing I have realized about myself is that I am not a cook.  I am a baker.  Not a cook.  I don't like having all kinds of spices.  I don't like how it smells.  And it works great, my family are really basic eaters.  We love Brinner (Breakfast for dinner) and we like the basics.  I do try knew things and sometimes they are a hit.  But I am just thankful that my family isn't picky that way.&lt;br /&gt;So, even though I still make the attempt.  I just know that I won't be like Giada, Martha or Rachel Ray.  Oh well, I still love their shows.  Great baking ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-433538315276527084?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/433538315276527084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=433538315276527084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/433538315276527084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/433538315276527084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2011/09/cooking.html' title='Cooking'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-3816695160066592429</id><published>2011-09-03T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T06:26:13.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I am sure most of you who read my blog know a little about my family.  I would like to start off by saying they are the best.  I am the oldest of 4.  It is me then my brother Ryan, Sister Jodi and Brother Kyle.  We are very spread out.  I have been married just about 12 years and have the two kiddos.  Ryan and Meggan live in Seattle and just got married a year ago.  Then there is Jodi who is just about 21 and Kyle who will be 19 here in a couple weeks.  My youngest siblings are closer in age to my kids then I am to them. (my Siblings that is)&lt;br /&gt;The thing is.  We are all very close.  Even though Ryan and Meggan live 4 hours away we are all very tight.  I do have to say technology helps that very much.  We are a crazy texting family.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is supposed to be about my wonderful and amazing sister.  (Another thing you have to know about me is that I say that about all my siblings)&lt;br /&gt;Jodi LOVES JESUS.  She is 100% in love with him.  I look up to her in that way.  Nothing can keep her from doing what God has called her to do.  She is thinking about doing a mission trip.  Which we support completely.  But can I stop for a min and say.  I have been having doubts about it lately.  She just took a temporary position at Western Mennonite in the girls dorm.  Now again if you have ever met my sister.  She is amazing.  Young girls flock to her.  Yep, that is right they flock.  Because she radiates Jesus.  So that is why I am having my doubts about her mission trip.  She is so amazing with young people. ( Yes, I know she is still a young person) She is just so patient, loving and kind with them.  Willing to give up her time to spend time hanging out with them, listening.  Starting bible studies.  Her passion is helping them grow.&lt;br /&gt;So please pray for my precious sister.  Pray that she listens and knows when, where and if she is to go.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on a side note she is a great Auntie.  My kids are beyond excited for her to come over today.  Another advantage to having younger siblings is they babysit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-52zntT9yB80/TmIqUm61a8I/AAAAAAAAAZE/i40lvR_3pOo/s1600/IMG_5649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-52zntT9yB80/TmIqUm61a8I/AAAAAAAAAZE/i40lvR_3pOo/s320/IMG_5649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648123416209091522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original four of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g8CDRK_CE1s/TmIqU6qLlwI/AAAAAAAAAZM/FOzhgbxyCzE/s1600/IMG_5650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g8CDRK_CE1s/TmIqU6qLlwI/AAAAAAAAAZM/FOzhgbxyCzE/s320/IMG_5650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648123421507950338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us with our spouses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-3816695160066592429?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/3816695160066592429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=3816695160066592429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3816695160066592429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3816695160066592429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-sister.html' title='My sister'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/-52zntT9yB80/TmIqUm61a8I/AAAAAAAAAZE/i40lvR_3pOo/s72-c/IMG_5649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-3964304838970907768</id><published>2011-08-28T07:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T07:37:37.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so doing this</title><content type='html'>I am not sure how to connect to other blogs but I found this amazing one on 21 days of Prayer for Sons.  It starts Sept 6 and I am going to do it.  Especially with school starting and I believe so strongly that God will and can do amazing things through prayer.  I also feel like our sons are thrown so many things that girls aren't.  Don't get me wrong girls are thrown a whole different load of things.  I would also participate in one for girls.  But I wanted to spread the word on this.&lt;br /&gt;The website is Warriorprayers.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-3964304838970907768?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/3964304838970907768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=3964304838970907768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3964304838970907768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3964304838970907768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-so-doing-this.html' title='I am so doing this'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-4761995243494857848</id><published>2011-08-18T14:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T14:42:43.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer ending</title><content type='html'>I am a mom who LOVES having her kids home with her.  I have been reading an amazing book about public school.  It is called "Going Public"  I am a mom who would homeschool if I felt called to it or felt it would be best for my kids.  Purely because school is SOOOO long.  I don't like being away from my kids.  Every once in awhile for a date or something with my husband but on the whole being with my kids is what I prefer.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the book.  It has really encouraged me about public school.  As we get closer to school starting up again I start getting sad.  My kids are growing up so fast.  They will be in 2nd and Pre-k this year.  I am not excited.  So to ease the sadness I started reading this book that was highly recommended.  It has encouraged me.  Most of the things they are saying aren't new to me.  They are actually the reasons Jim and I feel strongly that our kids should go out into the public system when they are young.  Some of the ways they have handled situations that have happened have inspired me.  &lt;br /&gt;I am very sad summer will be ending and our lazy summer days will soon be ending as well.  I am just glad God has cushioned that with his promises to love and care for my kids.  He loves them even more than I do.&lt;br /&gt;We are switching schools as well and so with that transition will be an exciting new venture of Moms in Touch.  I am excited about getting to start off in a new group.  They are just starting up this year.  So I will be connecting with moms at a new school as well as covering my kids, theirs and the whole school with Prayer.  It will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-4761995243494857848?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/4761995243494857848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=4761995243494857848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/4761995243494857848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/4761995243494857848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-ending.html' title='Summer ending'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-8854615205119725467</id><published>2011-07-02T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T06:57:20.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busyness</title><content type='html'>Isn't it crazy how our expectation of how things are going to go and how they actually go are two different things.  Summer is here.  The days are nicer and yet I feel like I am running non stop.  I clean houses which is fine but I do a vacation rental that has been incredibly busy.  Then we have had weddings and birthday parties, graduation for my brother and even a baby shower.  July is looking better.  Today is another busy one but with the promise of a down Sunday and a wonderful 4th of July.  I LOVE 4th of JULY.  One of my favorite holidays.  Then on Tuesday we take Jim to the airport.  Praise the Lord it isn't another 6 am flight.  The kids can actually come.  Then we will go to the zoo.  I also LOVE the zoo.  The rest of the week should stay fairly relaxed.  Fun stuff but not over running stuff.  More play and less work.&lt;br /&gt;Then B goes to camp.  So, Riley and I are going to play.  I have noticed she is grumpy more and I am guessing it is because she isn't getting as much one on one.  So that will be good.  Then after camp we are going to Seattle and the beach and by then July is just about over and we will have Jim home again soon.  August really doesn't have much going on which is great.  One wedding and a adult weekend away.&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful 4th of July.  Hope you all get to be outside and enjoy the sunshine with friends and family.  Go to a parade and have a yummy BBQ and fireworks.  I know I sure will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-8854615205119725467?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/8854615205119725467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=8854615205119725467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/8854615205119725467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/8854615205119725467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2011/07/busyness.html' title='Busyness'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-1939022088016316781</id><published>2011-06-28T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T20:40:30.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>I am really enjoying summer so far.  Not to hot.  There have been rainy days however not to many.  I really like not having to get up and out on time.  I have been busy cleaning but yet even that is low key enough.  I am realizing about myself that I like to get a lot done in one day.  So, I have really been working at stopping to play.  Today we put a ladder golf thing together and played.  It was so much fun. Brayden also has had one birthday party already. (Jim is gone for his birthday)  And recieved lots of games.  So even though it was hard.  I stopped putting the kitchen back together from breakfast and stopped and played a game.  &lt;br /&gt;Jim and I have been very busy with birthday parties, graduation (my youngest brother) and weddings.  So, Saturday we will go to another.  Then we are done for awhile.  He heads off for a month with the Army.  Not a big deal.  But life is going to be crazy if you look at the calendar and yet so chill cause it is fun stuff.  We are going to Seattle and the beach.  B has camp and Riley and I have some play dates to catch up on.&lt;br /&gt;I hope summer is treating you well also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-1939022088016316781?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/1939022088016316781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=1939022088016316781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/1939022088016316781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/1939022088016316781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-7430627958674845307</id><published>2011-06-15T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T20:12:26.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping</title><content type='html'>I love being outside.  I enjoy hiking, walking, playing games, fire pits, sprinklers, trampolines, swimming, all of it.&lt;br /&gt;However, as I have gotten older I have realized I don't LOVE camping.  Oh it is fun to leave town and relax.  But camping is a lot of work.  As I have gotten older I have also realized that my body doesn't sleep well camping either.  &lt;br /&gt;So as we have done in the past, tonight we built a fire in our fire pit and enjoyed our dinner and smores.  The best part.  I got to have a hot shower and I get to sleep great in my own bed and if I have to go to the bathroom, It is right there.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know with the kids that I have camping will happen again.  However, until that happens.  I hope to keep them happy with a fire pit in the back yard.&lt;br /&gt;I was a great first day of summer vacation.  Tomorrow my wonderful grandma comes.  We are so excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-7430627958674845307?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/7430627958674845307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=7430627958674845307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/7430627958674845307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/7430627958674845307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2011/06/camping.html' title='Camping'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-123290118118172016</id><published>2011-06-09T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T20:39:06.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>I am sure I have posted about this before but I don't like change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is almost out which I am thrilled about.  Except that then Brayden will be in 2nd grade.  He will no longer have Mrs. Huff.  The BEST teacher.  And we will no longer be at Harritt and he is growing up.  All of those things make me very sad.&lt;br /&gt;We have been so very happy at Harritt.  The staff is wonderful, the kids are great.  We are so fortunate to have had an AMAZING teacher.  She is a wonderful Christian woman.  She is very sensitive which is great.  Brayden is as well.  So even though I am excited to have the freedom and relaxation of summer.  I am so sad to be leaving the group at Harritt.  I am sad that Riley won't have Mrs. Huff.&lt;br /&gt;Other changes that we have going on are Jim being gone.  He has to leave for a month this summer.  We are way bummed.  I know that sounds silly since we have done so much time away.  However in the last 2 years he has been home a lot more.  So having him gone now is really weird.  So, I am planning lots of fun times for the kids.  We are going to make the most of it.  It will be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very excited that Jim will be in town for the last of my siblings to graduate from High school.  He was not here for the other two.  And we are so proud of Kyle.  He is amazing.  We love him and how great he is.  My other brother and his wife are buying their first house in Seattle.  So I think on of the things the kids and I do will be to go visit.  And my amazing sister is possibly going to head off on an adventure of being a missionary.  We are praying so hard for her.  She is amazing and would do awesome at it.  Oh and my grandma is coming.  We have her all set up to come and visit over Kyle's grad week.  Very fun.  The kids keep talking about all the stuff we are going to do with Nanny.  I love my grandma and can't wait til she is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also so proud of my son tonight when he informed me that we should go to Africa.  I asked why and he said well they need to know about Jesus.  Love that kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and to make sure I get this down so I don't forget.  Brayden defended a girl at school.  I guess she accidentally hit a boy while running and he was not happy and wanted to hit her.  But B stepped in the middle and told him he can't hit a girl.  Then spent the rest of recess making sure he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel very blessed to have such great kids.&lt;br /&gt;There I think I semi got us caught up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-123290118118172016?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/123290118118172016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=123290118118172016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/123290118118172016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/123290118118172016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2011/06/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-3585915818705285013</id><published>2011-04-30T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T22:19:25.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suburbs vs. country living</title><content type='html'>I have made it no secret that I love country life.  The simplicity of it and the joy of peace and quiet.  I still love those things.  However, today as I was cleaning out the chicken mess and picking up dog poop, I realized something.  I really like living in town.  I love that my kids love playing together in our good sized back yard.  They have neighbor kids to play with.  We live close enough to town that to run down the hill for ice cream or a movie we can.  &lt;br /&gt;I also believe I have mentioned how I am a hard worker.  I am not afraid of hard work and do so whenever I need to.  I realized today as I was cleaning out the chickens and pulling weeds, how much I like my nice sized yard and small flower beds and that the chickens are here just for a few more weeks.  I like that for the most part my work load at home is simple, basic and not all the time.  I am able to play with my kids and jump and swing with them.&lt;br /&gt;All these things to say I am so thankful and content at where God has us.  The other thing about country living is that it tends to be harder to be involved.  So much more driving and planning and just work that has to be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-3585915818705285013?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/3585915818705285013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=3585915818705285013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3585915818705285013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3585915818705285013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2011/04/suburbs-vs-country-living.html' title='Suburbs vs. country living'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-784219969993627676</id><published>2011-04-28T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T06:21:28.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking pretty</title><content type='html'>I clean houses.  Not just mine. (Although that has suffered the last two weeks)  But I do it to make extra money.  I don't mind normally.  However, whenever I clean a lived in empty house.  I come home in almost a coma.  It is HARD work cleaning other people's left behind dirt.  It makes me feel 2 things:  Dirty and that I am never going to move.  I don't mind cleaning peoples homes that live there.  The people I do on a regular is great.  They all think they are SO dirty.  They are so not.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  I came home from a 5 hour cleaning of an empty house yesterday and thought I was dying.  My left hand and wrist hurt so bad.  My knees hurt so bad.  I fell asleep on the couch after the kids were in bed.  (okay that happens often)  &lt;br /&gt;But today is a new day.  I clean today but it is for my neighbor.  They think they are SO dirty.  Again they so aren't.  She called me over yesterday for a disaster.  I laughed.  She said no Kristin, really it is a disaster.  Again I got there and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after yesterday and longed to be pretty.  I wanted a shower and lotion.  Feeling much better this morning.  But I will actually do my hair and I might even get all crazy and wear makeup.&lt;br /&gt;Off for a fun day of bible study and cleaning.  Then to Brayden's school choir concert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-784219969993627676?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/784219969993627676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=784219969993627676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/784219969993627676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/784219969993627676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2011/04/looking-pretty.html' title='Looking pretty'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-3202771066895044042</id><published>2011-04-25T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T19:55:05.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new babies</title><content type='html'>I realized that I blog so much. (In my head)  Then I sit down, I completely forget what I was going to write.  Easter was nice.  We weren't with family this year so that was strange.  We have some great friends who are like family, so we were with them.  It was nice.  &lt;br /&gt;We have started T-ball again.  LOVE IT.  It has been so fun.  Jim is the HEAD coach this year.  Brayden thinks that is so cool.  I am the team mom.  Not a major job but it is good.  We have amazing parents and the kids are so fun.&lt;br /&gt;I am craving sun.  The sun was out on Saturday and it was so great.  Just lifts the spirits and makes life great.  However, thinking of places that are sunny all the time is a bummer.  I love having our down rainy days at time.  Don't get me wrong.  It has been wet far to long this spring.  Hoping for a stretch of sun.  But, it does make me grateful for the rain and that it isn't snow.  When I saw pictures from where I am from in Canada.  Yes, that's right they still have snow.  Even with the rain Easter would be very odd with SNOW.&lt;br /&gt;Brayden and Riley shot the bebe gun yesterday.  They had such a great time.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on to what I originally was posting about.  We have chicks.  We are enjoying them.  The kids go in the shop and talk with them.  Riley did rock in her chair next to them and sing.  They will be here a little longer and then head to our dear friends, where we get all our eggs, and live with the bigger chickens.  Chickens are so easy and really very friendly.  When we go to our friends house they follow us around and chatter on and on to us.  The kids run around on their 10 acres and the chickens go with them.  The Black lab does not bother the chickens, so they come right up to the house and wait for us to come outside.  The reason we need new chickens?  Something is getting the other ones.  Last year we started with 19.  Then we had to "take care of" 4 roosters.  Which left us with 15 and now we are down to 6.  So we have 4 to add to it and are hopping that we can catch what ever it is that is taking off with them.  We really like our farm fresh eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4hE9flBNdxw/TbYz314PNCI/AAAAAAAAAYg/VFx9quEf9Lk/s1600/IMG_5522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4hE9flBNdxw/TbYz314PNCI/AAAAAAAAAYg/VFx9quEf9Lk/s320/IMG_5522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599720221130568738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Wq222QjPtk/TbYz3r6BqyI/AAAAAAAAAYY/3-nsNi8jqAw/s1600/IMG_5523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Wq222QjPtk/TbYz3r6BqyI/AAAAAAAAAYY/3-nsNi8jqAw/s320/IMG_5523.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599720218453715746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NQW2NOqqhSY/TbYz3Xx253I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ciPO_5RYxXw/s1600/IMG_5524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NQW2NOqqhSY/TbYz3Xx253I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ciPO_5RYxXw/s320/IMG_5524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599720213050746738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VeDBJ1YsF5Q/TbYz23wxN3I/AAAAAAAAAYI/f6RRmimQxRY/s1600/IMG_5525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VeDBJ1YsF5Q/TbYz23wxN3I/AAAAAAAAAYI/f6RRmimQxRY/s320/IMG_5525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599720204456245106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_vRkBERrUo/TbYz2pSLwxI/AAAAAAAAAYA/DwOUn5Jwr-g/s1600/IMG_5521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o_vRkBERrUo/TbYz2pSLwxI/AAAAAAAAAYA/DwOUn5Jwr-g/s320/IMG_5521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599720200569864978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-3202771066895044042?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/3202771066895044042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=3202771066895044042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3202771066895044042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3202771066895044042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-new-babies.html' title='Our new babies'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/-4hE9flBNdxw/TbYz314PNCI/AAAAAAAAAYg/VFx9quEf9Lk/s72-c/IMG_5522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-573152404833680357</id><published>2011-04-07T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T20:34:00.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>So, I enjoy food.  I used to have a weight issue due to eating so much of what I loved.  However, I was blessed with babies who sucked the fat right out of me and made me smaller post kids than pre kids.  I am not normal I know and I am so very grateful.  I have kept the weight off and have changed some eating habits.  We also don't eat fast food.  We have sandwich places but we don't eat at Burger king, DQ (except for ice cream)  Taco bell or any of that.  Occassionally we do have McDonalds for the kids.  Jim and I usually don't get anything.  Funny thing about taco bell, one of the kids friends was talking about Taco Bell and my kids asked what that was.  I actually took them there because they didn't know.  I did get a burrito.  Ended up not feeling good the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;  I have noticed, it must be age, but things are changing.  I can't eat much salt or I wake up with little sausages for fingers. (even though I drink so much water)  I also have been finding that meat gives me heart burn.  I also am having harder times with red sauces.  I used to be able to go out and have a drink but now,  I can still do that but even one drink wakes me up in the night and I can't fall back asleep.  So, no alcohol for me.  Not like I mind, never been much of a drinker. But don't like to miss out on sweet sleep.  I also don't like donuts, pie and things that have that yucky filmy feeling that stays in my mouth.  Not all of the stuff do I mind having problems with.  I mean it probably helps my weight staying off.&lt;br /&gt;I am just glad that my husband also has the same problem.  Hey maybe it is me getting sick because he has had tummy issues for so long.  I don't know.  It makes me just want to eat cereal and fruits and veggies.  I also think it is interesting how Riley doesn't really enjoy meat.  She took one bite of her hamburger.  But cleaned the plate of lettuce, tomatoes and cheese.  I don't think that is bad.  I am guessing we could be veggitarians.  We eat enough peanut butter to cover our protein intake :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has this happened with anyone else?  As you have gotten older has your tastes and tummies changes?&lt;br /&gt;Oh and don't even get me started on hot dogs and asian food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-573152404833680357?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/573152404833680357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=573152404833680357' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/573152404833680357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/573152404833680357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2011/04/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-5276734071367805872</id><published>2011-03-29T19:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T20:08:39.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't understand</title><content type='html'>I don't get it.  Why do some women get disappointed to find out they are having a boy.  The lady that makes my coffee found out she is having a boy.  Then she tells me she was hoping for a girl.  She has no kids so it isn't like she has 5 boys and thinks it would be nice to have a girl as well.  &lt;br /&gt;I am truly blessed to have one of each.  And am so glad.  I have a special bond with each of my children My boy is special to me as well.  When we found out we were having a boy I was thrilled.  I just don't understand.  I am so one of those ladies that truly just wanted healthy kids.  &lt;br /&gt;I also find that boys are really fun.  They love to play rough, get dirty and go on adventures.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mEsK-J-e3uk/TZKelL5p1WI/AAAAAAAAAX4/XFSHlPCwg8M/s1600/IMG_5383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mEsK-J-e3uk/TZKelL5p1WI/AAAAAAAAAX4/XFSHlPCwg8M/s320/IMG_5383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589704449207162210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-5276734071367805872?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/5276734071367805872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=5276734071367805872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/5276734071367805872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/5276734071367805872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-understand.html' title='Don&apos;t understand'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/-mEsK-J-e3uk/TZKelL5p1WI/AAAAAAAAAX4/XFSHlPCwg8M/s72-c/IMG_5383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-1416008664755426374</id><published>2011-03-12T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T20:36:53.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent, Riley and again catch up</title><content type='html'>So Wednesday was the first day of Lent.  I don't usually give anything up and am still learning more about it.  However, I really want to draw closer to God and make Easter more meaningful.  I know I have said this before but I am a very simple person.  So my favorite holidays are Thanksgiving and Easter.  I love Christmas for what it stand for and all the family get togethers.  However, I love the simplicity and meaning of Easter and Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;And Easter is such an important part of my Christian walk that I am always wanting to "get" it better.  So originally thought I would give up sugar for lent.  I am also doing a special devotional that our church has put together.  However, after reading a little more I am feeling that that isn't quite what God is asking of me.  See, I don't eat much sugar.  It doesn't consume me in any real sense.  So, for this year I will continue with my digging deeper of God's word and his desire for me.  I do understand of giving up Facebook or internet or t.v. because I can see the time that takes away from digging deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my sweet girl Riley.  She just turned 4. Yes 4.  I can't believe it.  She is so sweet and special.  She is good and yet has a fun spunk to her that is great.  She had 3 of her friends over after hearts at home and they had fun playing.  Jim and I made her cupcakes that she had asked for.  A little info, Jim is amazing,  I have a fun thing about making our kids cakes.  However, they don't turn out nearly as good without my husband.  He is so good and gracious to me by helping me do them.  So, this year was princess cupcakes.  I will add pictures when my camera battery has charged.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Friday my sister came home.  She had been at bible school in New Zealand for almost six months.  Our kids LOVE my sister.  So it was a special birthday for Riley to have Auntie come home so close to her birthday.  For Riley's birthday dinner she really wanted Red Robin.  So since my sister came home the next day we had supper at home on her birthday and ate at the Red Robin by the airport with my sister.  They loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today was Riley's Family birthday party.  We have some great friends we consider family and of course our actual families.  We always feel so blessed when they come over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that life is slowing down.  Basketball is over, we have a few weeks before baseball.  Even though B is playing catch constantly.  Tonight during his devotions it was on the outdoors and when I asked him his favorite thing to do outside he said playing baseball.  School is great.  He is advancing nicely.  And even though we love his school and teacher I am thrilled for Spring Break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-1416008664755426374?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/1416008664755426374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=1416008664755426374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/1416008664755426374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/1416008664755426374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2011/03/lent-riley-and-again-catch-up.html' title='Lent, Riley and again catch up'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-317158637290471849</id><published>2011-02-18T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T20:34:55.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It happened</title><content type='html'>Well I got the call this morning.  My Grandpa has gone on to Heaven.  I have been crying off and on all day.  So sad talking with my grandma.  She was so sad.  She said Kristin, I miss him already.  Riley was very matter of fact.  "Mommy, why are you crying?  He is in Heaven with Jesus and he has new bones!"  Love kids.  Brayden came home and I told him that papa has died and gone to heaven.  He cried in my arms for awhile.  We are hurting and yet so very happy for him to be in his true home.  We can't wait to join him someday in our forever home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-317158637290471849?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/317158637290471849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=317158637290471849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/317158637290471849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/317158637290471849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2011/02/it-happened.html' title='It happened'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-1861991894124103938</id><published>2011-02-05T21:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T21:43:57.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My boy</title><content type='html'>I am bragging here but my boy makes me so proud.  He is a sensitive guy.  Things people do make him ask lot of questions.  Questions that I love.  They make me think even.  Well he is playing upward basketball.  I could go on about what an amazing program that is as well.  But with upward every week after the game the coaches give stars.  Like Red for good work on their defense or grey for offense.  Well white is for Christ likeness.  Brayden got one a few weeks ago and ever since he talks about it and how he wants it again.  Like he wants to make sure he helps a player up if they fall and he wants to make sure they are going to be okay.  &lt;br /&gt;Brayden is not the best player out there.  He is a great encourager.  He gets very excited when the other boys on the team make a basket.  Brayden is also that way at school.  He gets excited about others achievements.&lt;br /&gt;So, today a different coach gave the stars. (Jim is out of town)  And he gave Brayden a WHITE one.  He went up and Coach Will said how he gets excited to come to practice and games just to see Brayden.  He has never met a team player who was so encouraging as Brayden and that he loves watching Brayden.  I know I may be a strange mom.  But that meant more to me than if he was an amazing player.  Because in my mind and heart that is so much more important than anything.  My boy striving to be like Christ!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-1861991894124103938?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/1861991894124103938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=1861991894124103938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/1861991894124103938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/1861991894124103938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-boy.html' title='My boy'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-5108681484180069363</id><published>2011-02-04T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T21:13:20.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it again</title><content type='html'>I mean well.  Truly I do.  I have every intention of posting all those amazing blog posts that come into my head.  However, I don't.  I sit down and start reading all the other blogs and then they just pass out of my head.  There are some really good blogs out there.  I love all the ideas and seeing peoples pictures.  I love reading peoples inspirational thoughts as well.&lt;br /&gt;So, even though I have good intentions it just doesn't happen.  I have been learning more and more about myself as well.  I have known that I am not crafty, I don't like stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;I used to feel guilty that I wasn't good at doing crafts with my kids.  I mean wow.  Some of my friends would have made great art teachers.  I mean we paint and do the basics.  Then yesterday when Riley came home with some fun stuff.  I was like okay off to the craft store we go.  But, guess what?  They didn't want to go.  And more than that.  They REALLY didn't want to go.  So, I was like okay, hum.  So, I have decided to let it go.  To just be fine that they go to other peoples home to do crafts and that.  I will continue buying blank paper for the pictures Brayden likes to draw that goes with the books he writes.  And Riley and I will play house, barn and princesses.  And I won't need more STUFF!! Yay.  Oh and on another note.  I think I am going to avoid Polly Pockets at all cost.  SOOOOOO many pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing going on in our world.  My wonderful and amazing grandfather is dying.  His cancer is everywhere.  They are thinking it won't be long.  My mom went up to Canada for the weekend to see him in case.  I have a very special relationship with he and my grandma.  We are very close.  It is hard thinking of him not being here and yet I am excited for him to head to heaven.  But then I think of my grandma.  67 years with someone and then you are all alone.  I mean yes you have your 7 kids, their spouses,  18 grandchildren and their spouses and 10 great grandkids.  But when you go home at the end of the day you are by yourself.  So sad to me.  I wish we lived closer.  Our kids love them so much.  They have been in tears anytime it comes up.  Today on the way to school Brayden brought up how he will probably cry for a whole day.  Except at school.  They are right after my parents as to who they call when they loose teeth, learn to ride a bike or have a good game.  They are who they think of at school when the teacher tells them to write a letter to someone.  I love that they are so special to my kids.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/TUzbBls148I/AAAAAAAAAXo/CSDjKFJZ5o4/s1600/IMG_4355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/TUzbBls148I/AAAAAAAAAXo/CSDjKFJZ5o4/s320/IMG_4355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570067659497006018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful grandma.  We all measure up to her to see when we will be taller than her.  Brayden called her the other day to tell her he is almost there.  He is 4' 1 and she is 4'9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/TUzbBaPnkmI/AAAAAAAAAXg/0QIFk7ErYPM/s1600/IMG_4304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/TUzbBaPnkmI/AAAAAAAAAXg/0QIFk7ErYPM/s320/IMG_4304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570067656421642850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday boys.  Brayden was due right around my grandpa's birthday.  I so wanted him born on it.  It was his 80th birthday.  But he came early.  So they are 2 weeks apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/TUzbBN5wS3I/AAAAAAAAAXY/psEFSDX-cys/s1600/IMG_4297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/TUzbBN5wS3I/AAAAAAAAAXY/psEFSDX-cys/s320/IMG_4297.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570067653108714354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful grandpa. I got being an early riser from him.  He taught me to ride four wheelers, horses, working on the farm.  I help round up the cows, even helped deliver a calf with him.  Helped shoot gophers and coyotes with him.  So much love I have for the man.  I am going now.  I am crying thinking of all the fun and good times with him.  I love him.  Thank you God for such a great man in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-5108681484180069363?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/5108681484180069363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=5108681484180069363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/5108681484180069363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/5108681484180069363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-did-it-again.html' title='I did it again'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/_mHslWAFoefM/TUzbBls148I/AAAAAAAAAXo/CSDjKFJZ5o4/s72-c/IMG_4355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-3447929384818391101</id><published>2011-01-09T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T16:43:26.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful Christmas.  We were all together this year.  All of us except my wonderful and beautiful sister.  She is in Austrailia right now.  We miss her so much but get to skype often.  We are hoping she gets to come home at the end of January.  But we aren't sure where God is calling her right now.&lt;br /&gt;I have been cleaning more houses right now which is always exciting and interesting.  I love doing it and it helps out financially.  I have applied at Salem Keizer schools and am waiting to hear on a interview I had last week.  &lt;br /&gt;I have not made this a secret that I am neither creative nor crafty.  Oh I have my moments of thinking I want to be, but I'm not.  The other day I had that feeling.  So, Riley and I loaded up.  Went to my parents.  We got scrapbook paper, rubber stamps, all the fun stuff and came home to create our Thank you cards from Christmas.  Well, we made 4 and stopped.  I wasn't having fun.  Riley wasn't having fun.  We are just not that way.  I am actually thinking of starting to send E-thank you cards.  What do you think?  Is that not personal enough.  I really want my kids to show their appreiciation and thankfulness but they don't enjoy doing written ones and LOVE helping me choose on the computer.  I feel like they are more actively involved if we do it that way.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have enjoyed reading your blogs and have actually started following some new ones due to finding blog friends of yours.  I have been following one lady whose home burnt down the tuesday of Christmas.  Thankfully their family has all survived.  It has been interesting and humbling hearing how God is working through their lives.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are all well and have had a wonderful Christmas and New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-3447929384818391101?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/3447929384818391101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=3447929384818391101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3447929384818391101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3447929384818391101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-4884591074071547258</id><published>2010-12-19T21:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T21:43:07.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballet and the nutcracker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/TQ7s5itJqUI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-dGxZf-fTdY/s1600/DSCN1072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/TQ7s5itJqUI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-dGxZf-fTdY/s320/DSCN1072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552635863907281218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/TQ7s5HJOlnI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bakQgnfv4v8/s1600/DSCN1069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/TQ7s5HJOlnI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bakQgnfv4v8/s320/DSCN1069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552635856508851826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/TQ7s460QqrI/AAAAAAAAAW4/cvM_LkBH9gA/s1600/DSCN1059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/TQ7s460QqrI/AAAAAAAAAW4/cvM_LkBH9gA/s320/DSCN1059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552635853199682226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fall Riley has been doing ballet.  She has enjoyed it and was able to be in the nutcracker.  She was an angel and did a great job.  I was so proud of her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-4884591074071547258?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/4884591074071547258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=4884591074071547258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/4884591074071547258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/4884591074071547258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2010/12/ballet-and-nutcracker.html' title='Ballet and the nutcracker'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/_mHslWAFoefM/TQ7s5itJqUI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-dGxZf-fTdY/s72-c/DSCN1072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-8214001078674175989</id><published>2010-12-13T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T20:39:59.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how time flies.  I mean my kids are growing so fast.  The holidays are coming so fast and I haven't written in my blog in over a month.  Wow.  I read blogs regularly, but I just don't feel like there is a lot to say.  I have been cleaning more houses.  And I know I am strange.  But I actually enjoy it.  I had one lady call and ask me to clean and organize her cupboards.  I mean how great is that.  To get paid to do something I enjoy.  I also have started applying at the school district.  I really want to be in the kids school.  We are getting a new one here and so we don't know which one B will be at next year.  But, I would like to work there and have the same days off and be home in the summer.  So we shall see.  I am praying super hard that it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise we are home for Christmas this year.  I don't have my shopping done but I am not stressed.  I will get it done this weekend.  Riley is doing the nutcracker this weekend.  So, next week it can snow.  That would be amazing.  I just really want Riley to get to experience her ballet.  To be the angel she is.  So exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-8214001078674175989?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/8214001078674175989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=8214001078674175989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/8214001078674175989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/8214001078674175989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2010/12/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-2171675715990372456</id><published>2010-10-28T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T14:48:21.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't do it!</title><content type='html'>I hear about all these amazing finds people find second hand shopping.  I just can't.  Every once in awhile I think and feel like I could go somewhere and find an amazing deal or stuff I am looking for.  Doesn't happen.  I went again today.  Nothing.  Then I went to TJ Maxx and found all kinds of stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;I don't think it is the used think cause I love getting hand me downs for my kids.  Maybe it is the smell of those places.  I don't know.  I am always up for a deal.  But I am unable to second hand shop.  I love Walmart, target and Ross Dress for less.  Tj maxx.  &lt;br /&gt;Do you think I am a snob?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-2171675715990372456?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/2171675715990372456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=2171675715990372456' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/2171675715990372456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/2171675715990372456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2010/10/cant-do-it.html' title='Can&apos;t do it!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-4354386610899582692</id><published>2010-10-27T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T21:24:42.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pioneer Woman</title><content type='html'>So, back in February or March so sweet friends brought up some ideas they got off "The Pioneer Woman" website.  So, I got on and checked her out.  OH MY GOODNESS!  I find her hillarious.  She just writes about fun things and does it with a sense of humor.  I love it.  When I told Jim about it he thought I was talking about an old fashioned lady in long dresses and gardening.  So now he kind of likes her just cause I make him listen to some of the things she writes.&lt;br /&gt;So thank you Vanessa and Julie for the fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-4354386610899582692?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/4354386610899582692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=4354386610899582692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/4354386610899582692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/4354386610899582692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2010/10/pioneer-woman.html' title='Pioneer Woman'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-3834080246611762571</id><published>2010-10-23T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T07:22:49.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stella</title><content type='html'>I don't think I have made it any secret that I am not a die hard dog lover.  I think I have realized that I like small dogs better than big dogs.  But overall they are needy and under foot.  They stink are in the way.  They scratch and are insane.&lt;br /&gt;But, how do you dislike a dog in all her instanity when your daughter loves her this much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/TMLu7TQoPqI/AAAAAAAAAWo/g8TSZUtR41g/s1600/DSCN0998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/TMLu7TQoPqI/AAAAAAAAAWo/g8TSZUtR41g/s320/DSCN0998.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531245994914102946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She also listens to Riley incredibly well.  Sit, sit, siiiiiit.  Lay, lay, laaaaaaaay.  Good girl stella.  And there are giggles and kisses when they play.  So even though Jim and I think she is stupid and question our sanity at getting her.  She will stay and be loved by Riley.  And occasionally Brayden.  He is to busy to care most of the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-3834080246611762571?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/3834080246611762571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=3834080246611762571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3834080246611762571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3834080246611762571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2010/10/stella.html' title='Stella'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/_mHslWAFoefM/TMLu7TQoPqI/AAAAAAAAAWo/g8TSZUtR41g/s72-c/DSCN0998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-2061331273929549146</id><published>2010-10-04T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T20:47:07.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Style</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking lately.  First I have been thinking about decorating.  See my friend Vanessa over at southerninmyheart.blogspot.com (sorry I don't know how to do the attach thing.)  And I love going to Vanessas.  Her home is warm and cozy and very relaxing.  But, she LOVES to decorate.  As, I don't.  I love to have cozy comfy things that don't take a lot of time to clean or maintain.  I love rock and craftsman style.  So it got me thinking.  What is my style.  And this is great.  According to the internet it is Northwestern.  So how perfect is that.  I am in the right place.&lt;br /&gt;I have also been thinking about what Jim and I are going to do when we are empty nesters and retired.  Still trying to figure that out.  Travel and golf are what we have so far.  However, I have never golfed before.  Even though I would like to learn.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is food.  I had been in a funk on cooking.  So I started researching recipes on line and found Allrecipes.com.  LOVE it.  So far everything we have tried has been wonderful.  I love that I am finding new things that are simple and I have most of the ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;Another thought I had but it was just this morning.  If God knows everything and Satan can't read my thoughts.  How come awful things come to my mind and yet I haven't spoken anything out loud.  Especially when you know Satan put it there.&lt;br /&gt;Well those are just random things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-2061331273929549146?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/2061331273929549146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=2061331273929549146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/2061331273929549146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/2061331273929549146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2010/10/style.html' title='Style'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-6191407049971389766</id><published>2010-09-08T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:52:13.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Grade, Extreme Home makeover</title><content type='html'>Today my sweet boy started 1st grade.  I can't believe it.  He was great.  He was so excited.  He made his own lunch today and was ready early.  (hoping we can keep that up)  Riley was not happy about him going and being gone all day but hopefully we made it fun enough for her.  I didn't cry which surprised me.  I think it helped knowing that his teacher is a Christian lady and oh so sweet.  I think he will thrive under her.  He came out from his first day smiling and so happy.  He LOVES 1st grade.  So that is wonderful.  He did tell me that he wouldn't go anymore if I miss him to much.  I told him that it was okay.  I would spend as much time with him after school as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Then tonight after dinner we went to visit the building site for extreme home make over.  It is one of our families favorite shows and to have it so close was awesome.  Jim was part of the demo team on Monday and well we have hardly seen him since.  They are short handed on skilled people to help and since Jim used to do construction he has been helping a lot.  We didn't even get to see him while we were there.  However, we were watching these guys hang the windows and realized the one on the ladder was our great friend Uncle Dan!!  The kids thought that was great.  Even though we couldn't get his attention with all the noise.&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice time.&lt;br /&gt;I will have to post pictures later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-6191407049971389766?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/6191407049971389766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=6191407049971389766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/6191407049971389766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/6191407049971389766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2010/09/1st-grade-extreme-home-makeover.html' title='1st Grade, Extreme Home makeover'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-5370992997343635171</id><published>2010-08-25T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:01:05.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been decided</title><content type='html'>For those of you who know me, know I adore my kids.  I am not someone who needs to be away from them much.  I just enjoy playing and being.  School has been fun for Brayden and  for me in the sense that I get time for Riley but I have always been anxious to get there to pick him up.  And this year is going to be even harder because he will be gone from me ALL DAY!!  Yes, that is right he is going to be in 1st grade.  I am so excited to see what he will learn this year and the friendships he will make.&lt;br /&gt;Then due to her brother being in school Riley had been asking to go to school.  So we have her all signed up to go to two day preschool.  They called today and said she was the only one signed up for the Wednesday/Friday class and would we be able to do Tuesday/Thursday.  Well yes that would be fine.  Even though I have not been excited about this from the start.  She is only three and I love being with her.  Well, I was talking to her and she was fine with the change. (doesn't really get it.) and then she said I will do preschool and hearts at home. (a mom and kid bible study)  Well no you won't be able to do that if you are in school.  Needless to say after talking with Jim and Riley we decided she is going to NOT go to school this year and do fun preschool stuff with me at home and do hearts at home and we are looking at a ballet class.  I am thrilled.  She can do school next year.  But for now I get my baby home another year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-5370992997343635171?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/5370992997343635171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=5370992997343635171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/5370992997343635171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/5370992997343635171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-has-been-decided.html' title='It has been decided'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-1899669608140855579</id><published>2010-08-21T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T20:18:14.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>I don't know if I have said this before, but I LOVE BOOKS.  Children's are my favorite to buy.  Since I teased my husband one day about his clothes addiction he has teased me about my book addiction.  So, I have been doing really good about buying any books.  I have bought two for myself and they were a dollar at a garage sale.  We frequent the library quite a bit because I honestly don't like stuff and the more I buy the more stuff I have in my home.  So, since he pointed that out I have been trying so hard not too. (Even though he was teasing)&lt;br /&gt;My favorite author is Karen Kingsbury.  A wonderful Christian author who writes fiction but does it in such a way that you are apart of the family and you desire to deepen your relationship with Christ.  I also really like Francine Rivers who also challenges me.  &lt;br /&gt;I do read Christian parenting and marriage advice books and have read The Eldridges books on men and women and loved them.  Love Dobson and all his books.  Lehman is another one who is good and Jim and I really enjoyed "Love and Respect"&lt;br /&gt;My only problem is that sometimes I end up more stressed about parenting and the scary stuff that is out there that I start to question everything I am doing.  I feel like I have good kids.  They aren't perfect but good.  They both love the Lord and have asked him into their hearts.  They wake up singing praise songs in the morning which just warms my heart.  They seem to be kind to others from what I see.  I know they are just on loan to me anyway but wow.  Sometimes these books freak me out more than if I just kept loving them, teaching them about Jesus and praying fervently for them.&lt;br /&gt;Am I they only one with this problem with "Help" books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-1899669608140855579?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/1899669608140855579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=1899669608140855579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/1899669608140855579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/1899669608140855579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2010/08/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-5647626113246093498</id><published>2010-08-19T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T21:00:04.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>As I have said Jim is gone doing his army stuff and tonight a dear, yet new friend invited us over for super.  You know those people whom you get around and leave wanting to be a better person.  She is one of those people.  I come home more patient with my kids, striving to be a better wife and woman of God. &lt;br /&gt;I so desire to be that friend to others.  You know the friend that asks you what has God been teaching you this summer and what are you doing with it.  What are  you going to do to grow through the year?  Bible study groups, church activties.  And you come away praying and thinking about those things that are so important.  I love friends like that.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again God for the wonderful new friend I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-5647626113246093498?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/5647626113246093498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=5647626113246093498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/5647626113246093498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/5647626113246093498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2010/08/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-7842808680652592661</id><published>2010-08-17T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T06:40:30.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed by God</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago Pastor Steve spoke in church about places where you have been met by God.  I have really been met by him in a creek on a big rock up past Detroit.  I have been met by him other places as well but that one sticks out in my head.  And then this morning.  As I was sitting here in my recliner (I can call it mine cause Jim isn't home right now.)  It happened again.  I was reading in Mark.  A rich young ruler came and wanted to follow Jesus and when he asked what he had to do Jesus said to sell everything and come.  The rich young man couldn't do it, because of his wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim and I do just fine financially.  We aren't rich by any means but we do great for our family.  I am able to stay home and aren't in need.  Anyway, as I sat here looking out the window, watching the sprinkler and thinking about this.  I was overwhelmed by how great God is and how he is an amazing creator.  The ocean, the lakes the trees, the people.  I am what I consider to be a simple person.  I don't need or want much.  Just time with my husband, kids, family and friends.   And I have all that.  God is so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so love those moments.  Have you had those before?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-7842808680652592661?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/7842808680652592661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=7842808680652592661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/7842808680652592661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/7842808680652592661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2010/08/overwhelmed-by-god.html' title='Overwhelmed by God'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-2698868101162941189</id><published>2010-08-02T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T20:46:57.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I have been reading a friend of mines blog and it made me think of a few things that are dear to my heart.  She writes about decorating and her kids and her love of things southern.  She posted the other day about little girls and ladies.  I am always glad to hear that from other moms of girls.  &lt;br /&gt;I am not a girly girl.  But I do feel like I dress reasonably.  For sure modestly.  I believe strongly in that.  I also enjoy painting my daughters nails and have embraced the princess thing and all that comes with it.  I also feel like I have good manners and was raised to be proper.&lt;br /&gt;I so have a desire to raise a daughter that is femine and embraces that about her self.  I want her to respect herself and others.  I want her to be polite and just be a lady.  I am encouraged by dobsons book on Bringing up girls.  It is wonderful.  I am really enjoying it.  I am excited seeing how girls relationships with their fathers effects things.  And just how letting them embrace the princess thing (within reason) is good.  It will not hinder them as they grow and make them feel entitled.&lt;br /&gt;So I am enjoying raising a little lady.  I am hoping we are doing okay and that she will embrace it as she grows and she will be the woman of God that she was designed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/TFeQMU79iGI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FE4OvwnLY4I/s1600/DSCN0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/TFeQMU79iGI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FE4OvwnLY4I/s320/DSCN0572.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501024011309385826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my beautiful little lady.  Thank you to all the beautiful ladies in my life who have helped shape me along the way.&lt;br /&gt;I will save my rant on what society has done to ladies another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-2698868101162941189?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/2698868101162941189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=2698868101162941189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/2698868101162941189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/2698868101162941189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2010/08/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/_mHslWAFoefM/TFeQMU79iGI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FE4OvwnLY4I/s72-c/DSCN0572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-6756376505154000291</id><published>2010-07-12T20:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:55:03.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan &amp; Meggan</title><content type='html'>My brother has been dating this amazing girl for 6 1/2 years.  We have loved her since the begining.  She has been in my kids life since before they were born and they have only known her as Aunt Meggan.  And on Saturday they were married.  We are so very excited.  I felt like I might get emotional about it on Friday night and Saturday.  But, like I told my mom it was from happiness.  And in all honesty to all of us they have been married.  She comes to all holidays, we buy her gifts and she buys us gifts.  They have not lived together so obviously they will for sure feel the difference.  But, we are so happy.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to a wonderful couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/TDvirt2CqRI/AAAAAAAAAWI/e78FcqBw2c4/s1600/DSCN0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/TDvirt2CqRI/AAAAAAAAAWI/e78FcqBw2c4/s320/DSCN0674.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493233411176966418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very handsome husband and my beautiful daughter during the daddy daughter dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/TDvire-1nxI/AAAAAAAAAWA/YJA3pdBZJc0/s1600/DSCN0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/TDvire-1nxI/AAAAAAAAAWA/YJA3pdBZJc0/s320/DSCN0602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493233407187328786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The handsome groom.  My great brother Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/TDviqmb3UHI/AAAAAAAAAV4/WDHe8xp2yIU/s1600/DSCN0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/TDviqmb3UHI/AAAAAAAAAV4/WDHe8xp2yIU/s320/DSCN0572.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493233392008253554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley looking in the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/TDviqEEcdYI/AAAAAAAAAVw/6BL-03EPvs8/s1600/DSCN0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/TDviqEEcdYI/AAAAAAAAAVw/6BL-03EPvs8/s320/DSCN0570.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493233382783219074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful bride and flower girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/TDvipgWv2SI/AAAAAAAAAVo/mZbjnkMm8Yw/s1600/DSCN0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/TDvipgWv2SI/AAAAAAAAAVo/mZbjnkMm8Yw/s320/DSCN0548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493233373196310818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best Ring bearer and flower girl ever.  Yes I am prejudiced!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-6756376505154000291?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/6756376505154000291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=6756376505154000291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/6756376505154000291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/6756376505154000291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2010/07/ryan-meggan.html' title='Ryan &amp; Meggan'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/_mHslWAFoefM/TDvirt2CqRI/AAAAAAAAAWI/e78FcqBw2c4/s72-c/DSCN0674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-3703751212141655437</id><published>2010-06-24T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T07:04:48.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>I know I am so horrible about remembering to write on here.  But, after finding a good friend of mine now has a blog.  I thought well I need to get better about this.&lt;br /&gt;Summer is off to a wonderful start.  This has been our first full week and the weather is finally cooperating.  We had a good friends kid Monday and Tuesday and she is great.  Plays great with both of our kids.  Loves mud and water and all that our kids like.  Then yesterday we went to our new favorite pool in Corvallis.  It is an amazing place.  Lots for the kids to do and they can wade around and play and there is a great water slide. (That they let you go down with your kids)&lt;br /&gt;Today we are going to pick up Riley's dress for the wedding and play in the sprinkler with the neighbor kids.  I love that I don't have to take my kids places in order for them to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;OH and very exciting news.  Brayden can now ride without training wheels.  He is a cautious child and didn't want to try.  So, I took them off.  Knowing he could do it.  And I worked with him.  No luck.  But I would not put them back on.  I texted Jim to see if he would help him and within 5 min.  He was off and going.  I LOVE IT.  It is so great.  I am so proud of my little man.&lt;br /&gt;That is it for today but I will try and do pictures tonight.  Jim is going to be gone to Seattle this weekend so I will have more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-3703751212141655437?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/3703751212141655437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=3703751212141655437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3703751212141655437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3703751212141655437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2010/06/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-303699001808053773</id><published>2010-05-15T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T07:09:50.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics and other stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/S-6o4QG53HI/AAAAAAAAAVg/vYzI7W-I4IE/s1600/IMG_5030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/S-6o4QG53HI/AAAAAAAAAVg/vYzI7W-I4IE/s320/IMG_5030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471496281651797106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/S-6o38LICvI/AAAAAAAAAVY/XK1q1zC_RBY/s1600/IMG_5027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/S-6o38LICvI/AAAAAAAAAVY/XK1q1zC_RBY/s320/IMG_5027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471496276300794610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/S-6o3dIcMWI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/7glfxIRAzYE/s1600/IMG_5031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/S-6o3dIcMWI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/7glfxIRAzYE/s320/IMG_5031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471496267968033122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I haven't posted in awhile.  Things are great here and we are really enjoying the weather we have been having lately.  I am not one that is bothered by the rain but wow the sun is sure wonderful.  Jim is gone on his first real trip with the army since coming home in August.  It is really weird having him gone.  We both were like, hum don't like this so much.  But he will be home tomorrow so it won't be long.&lt;br /&gt;We are having fun with T-ball this year and Riley and I are enjoying our time together.  We are happy that things are starting to wind down.  Bible study is done.  One more week of Hearts at home and School is almost done as well.&lt;br /&gt;Jim has been really busy which is really nice.  What a blessing for us.  And we have been talking about what we want to do when we decide to move.&lt;br /&gt;Property or not?  Well we are really leaning to not.  I have always considered myself a country girl.  But talking with my friend who has property that they help with and helping my parents at there place this week. (Getting ready for the wedding)  I really like my city lot.  We have a large space and the kids love the neighbor kids and we live in a really quiet neighborhood.  And with Jim so busy we want him to be with us when he is home not working on our property.  I can manage our yard just fine.  I can even start the lawn mower now, once he starts it first.  So, for now we stay where we are and wait until the perfect time and house makes us decide to move.l&lt;br /&gt;I will try to post pictures later of the kick of to the wedding festivities.  Today is Meggan's first Bridal shower.  I am so excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-303699001808053773?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/303699001808053773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=303699001808053773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/303699001808053773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/303699001808053773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2010/05/pics-and-other-stuff.html' title='Pics and other stuff'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/_mHslWAFoefM/S-6o4QG53HI/AAAAAAAAAVg/vYzI7W-I4IE/s72-c/IMG_5030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-1731660751234884261</id><published>2010-04-06T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:06:57.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Pictures from Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/S7wEtw9i9YI/AAAAAAAAAVI/R9roJsJcH_E/s1600/DSCN0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/S7wEtw9i9YI/AAAAAAAAAVI/R9roJsJcH_E/s320/DSCN0200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457242032749868418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/S7wEtVu7ltI/AAAAAAAAAVA/7nln87oDAS0/s1600/DSCN0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/S7wEtVu7ltI/AAAAAAAAAVA/7nln87oDAS0/s320/DSCN0194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457242025440810706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of those moms who LOVES to be with her kids.  So, of course I miss them when they are away from me.    Some days I get talking to moms who homeschool and I desire that and yet worry I wouldn't do it right or my kids would lack in their education.  Jim isn't on board with homeschooling for several reasons and I truly don't know that I am on board for us as well.  It would truly have to be the lord if it was to happen in our home.  Anyway, then there are days like today when I help in Brayden's class and I am so glad he is where he is.  We have such a great teacher and school.  I love that they like that I am involved.  It is so great.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was our first T-ball game.  Our team and coaches are great.  I love being a sport mom.  It is so fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-1731660751234884261?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/1731660751234884261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=1731660751234884261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/1731660751234884261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/1731660751234884261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2010/04/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/_mHslWAFoefM/S7wEtw9i9YI/AAAAAAAAAVI/R9roJsJcH_E/s72-c/DSCN0200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-2577449980229193507</id><published>2010-03-22T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:29:48.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up</title><content type='html'>We have once again been so busy.  I don't know how some of you do it to blog daily.  I wish.  So, today was a rough day.  Whoever said girls are easier didn't spend a day like today with my daughter.  She woke up fighting and went to bed easy but not after she fought with her dad.  So,  Brayden was great today.  He has been lately.  So, here are some pictures of us lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/S6hCsjK0t5I/AAAAAAAAAU4/IdUVY6_KoLs/s1600-h/IMG_4820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/S6hCsjK0t5I/AAAAAAAAAU4/IdUVY6_KoLs/s320/IMG_4820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451680682054301586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley's Birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/S6hCsDmiqHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/vds4afQtHcs/s1600-h/IMG_4822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/S6hCsDmiqHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/vds4afQtHcs/s320/IMG_4822.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451680673580623986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brayden shot the gun but it had a kick.  Poor kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/S6hCrn6BXwI/AAAAAAAAAUo/drIaJJtKKPM/s1600-h/IMG_4815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/S6hCrn6BXwI/AAAAAAAAAUo/drIaJJtKKPM/s320/IMG_4815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451680666146135810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brayden is student of the week and gets to have Rex home for spring break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/S6hCrUhNsEI/AAAAAAAAAUg/6E9h8JB9cAg/s1600-h/IMG_4790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/S6hCrUhNsEI/AAAAAAAAAUg/6E9h8JB9cAg/s320/IMG_4790.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451680660941811778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley trying on her dress for my brothers wedding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-2577449980229193507?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/2577449980229193507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=2577449980229193507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/2577449980229193507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/2577449980229193507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2010/03/catch-up.html' title='Catch up'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/_mHslWAFoefM/S6hCsjK0t5I/AAAAAAAAAU4/IdUVY6_KoLs/s72-c/IMG_4820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-4332307259347576990</id><published>2010-01-06T13:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:49:19.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you cards</title><content type='html'>I am sitting down to write the Christmas thank you cards and I got to wondering.  Does anyone care if I send them?  Does it mean something to people to get them?  I know it is good to send for birthdays and baby showers and weddings.  But what about just getting gifts or Christmas.  Especially when I am the only one who does them.  Sure the kids help a little but what it your thought and what is right?  Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-4332307259347576990?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/4332307259347576990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=4332307259347576990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/4332307259347576990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/4332307259347576990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2010/01/thank-you-cards.html' title='Thank you cards'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-7476645195309291616</id><published>2009-12-19T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T07:03:04.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving,Christmas and travels</title><content type='html'>I just read my last post.  Yes, I laughed.  I would be changing my background more.  Hehe.  Not at all.  Well it is updated now for Christmas which is only a week away.&lt;br /&gt;Our Thanksgiving was wonderful.  It was so great having things normal with Jim here.  We did the usual.  He leaves for football and the kids and I watch the parade.  Then we headed over to my parents house which was so fun.  The kids played.  There were lots of adults to visit with.  At the end of the day Brayden started hanging out with my parents neighbor doing math.  Yes you read that right.  The boy LOVES learning.  It is fun right now because he is learning to read.&lt;br /&gt;The next day the craziness started.  Mom and I did our annual black friday shopping.  But with more of a mission.  You see we are spending Christmas in Canada.  Which means presents all had to be opened and done ahead of time.  So the following weekend we did Christmas with my family, then all our Christmas parties.  Oh yes and we spent an afternoon up in Portland with Jim's extended family which is one of those things.  I love going.  They are great people.  But everytime we get together Jim's niece and the older cousin who is in 5th grade pick on Brayden.  And when I say everytime this is everytime since he was two and they berated  him for being a boy.   Well this time we were in a 3 story house and you had to go to the basement and out to go outside.  Well, the kids did and I watched from upstairs and Brayden and Cole.  The only two boys were busy digging and having fun and who knew what the girls were doing. (Riley was in with me)  Well, next thing I know the kids come running in and shut the bedroom door.  Well, I went to open it and heard them say yay we locked him outside.  Well, I of course knew who they were once again talking about.  So, I flew down the stairs and found my sweet boy crying outside the door.  Working so hard to get it opened.  I opened the door and just hugged him so tight.  He asked me why they did that.  Was he just to slow.  Oh my it was everything I could do not to just plummal those girls.  I mean I get the whole kid thing and all that but seriously they crush him everytime.  Jim's niece plays okay with Brayden when it is just them but she is mean to Riley then.  So, Riley doesn't even like her.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we haven't had to be around them again for sometime.  I am glad.  We have done the talking with the parents but that doesn't help.  So, we think we may pull Jim's niece aside and tell her we know.  Cause the rest of the day she was very quiet.  She did hit her head but I also think it was the anticipation of what was to come.  We will also keep the distance for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Which will be easy as we are heading to CANADA TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;Yep we are packed and ready and just waiting until after basketball.  We are so excited.  Cousins, Aunts and Uncles, grandparents.  So fun.  Oh yeah and snow.&lt;br /&gt;So, Merry Christmas to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-7476645195309291616?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/7476645195309291616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=7476645195309291616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/7476645195309291616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/7476645195309291616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgivingchristmas-and-travels.html' title='Thanksgiving,Christmas and travels'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-7199868642198585605</id><published>2009-10-17T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T19:42:36.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Figuring things out.</title><content type='html'>So I just figured out how to do the new background thing.  It is so easy mine will be changing more often.  Such a fun idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-7199868642198585605?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/7199868642198585605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=7199868642198585605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/7199868642198585605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/7199868642198585605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2009/10/figuring-things-out.html' title='Figuring things out.'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-2421932006328970458</id><published>2009-10-16T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T06:31:25.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus</title><content type='html'>The other day it was so cute.  We were eating lunch and talking about Jesus living in our hearts and Brayden was explaining how it works to Riley.  Like he is in there but he is really small and you know all those important thing.  And I informed Brayden how Riley hadn't asked Jesus into her heart yet but that we needed to pray she did.  I said that he asked Jesus into his heart when he was almost 4.  So, he stops and prays.  "Jesus, please go into Riley's heart"  There now it is done.  &lt;br /&gt;Don't you wish it could be that easy.  Just ask Jesus into whom ever you love and want to go to heaven with you.  I love my kids and the great things they do.  So much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-2421932006328970458?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/2421932006328970458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=2421932006328970458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/2421932006328970458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/2421932006328970458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2009/10/jesus.html' title='Jesus'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-3630420070438697153</id><published>2009-10-13T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T15:23:57.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>So I am not sure how many of you have facebook but it sure sucks my time.  Not all day just in the evenings.  It is easy to look at pictures and see people and what is going on in there lives.  Great idea and all.  Mine hasn't been working right for a week and you know.  I am not to sad.  I am only able to get on every few days and I am enjoying that.  I am enjoying checking all your blogs and seeing how those of you who we are kind of blogging aquaintances are doing.  &lt;br /&gt;I got to go on Brayden's first field trip yesterday.  We went to the pumpkin patch.  So fun.  I know I have said it before but fall is so my favorite.  I just love it.  It is so perfect out.  Cool enough for a sweatshirt and yet you can still be outside.  I just love it.  So of course the pumpkin patch is on my list of favorite things.  I love it so much we are going again as a family.  I will post some pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;Glad to see what you are all up to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-3630420070438697153?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/3630420070438697153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=3630420070438697153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3630420070438697153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3630420070438697153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2009/10/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-3974832495513940561</id><published>2009-09-26T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:47:10.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here</title><content type='html'>I am still here.  Life has been crazy for the last 5 weeks.  Jim came home and school has started and just life.  I will try and post pictures soon.  I just didn't want you all to think I was done blogging.  I am just in a funk and trying to figure out what to write and all that.  I am in a writing funk not a personal funk.  Although the last few days have had migraines and I don't do well with those at all.  I am also tired.  I am also trying to figure out when to write.  with Kindergarten, time with Riley, helping Jim at the office and all that.  Then at night trying to spend time with Jim and everything.  It is just an adjustment.&lt;br /&gt;So, I have not forgotten nor will I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-3974832495513940561?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/3974832495513940561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=3974832495513940561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3974832495513940561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3974832495513940561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2009/09/still-here.html' title='Still here'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-8944079281126997995</id><published>2009-08-11T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:15:53.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada</title><content type='html'>We have just gotten back from two weeks in Canada.  We had a great time with Family.  We enjoyed a couple of days in Carstairs with my dad's parents, where we fed baby goats, road quads and were pulled in a train that my grandpa built.  We also swam and played with kittens at my uncles house.  Then we headed to Edmonton for the majority of the trip.  There we stayed in the country at my grandparents "cottage'.  My mom stayed with them in the city.  We rode the gator a LOT and fed the horses and played with the dogs and yep that's right rode the gator some more.  Brayden got to go and have some fun on the tractor with my uncle hauling hay bales.  Then after a bad storm he got to help with the clean up as well.  There are lots of good times on the farm.  Riley learned all about male horses and that as well.  And Brayden got "hugged" a lot from the dog.  They also had so much fun with my grandparents and cousins.  There was wrestling and berry picking and golf ball picking up as well.  We also spent some time at the park across the street from my grandparents condo and it was amazing.  Every park that we saw was amazing.  Then we headed back to Carstairs for a couple more days.  That is where my children's lives were changed.  You see Brayden has been saving for a four wheeler for almost 2 years.  And he is doing pretty good as well.  Now, he is still saving for a four wheeler but he has something else that he has decided he needs to.  A Dirt bike.  Yep that is right.  My cousin Justin used to race motor cross and has just gotten back into it.  So, he was practicing down the road and went to watch.  Amazing.  And then he took B for a ride.  Well, we hear about Cousin Justin at least once a day.  And not only is my son hooked.  Riley is now saving for a pink dirt bike with a pink helmet.  She wouldn't go on it because she didn't have a pink helmet.  But, she can't wait.  Justin also took B over the BIG jump.  They stayed on the ground but not that it would matter because Justin said B was hanging on so tight he wouldn't have fallen off.&lt;br /&gt;I know many of you are wondering how long of a trip that is and how did we do it.  Well we drove.  But we had my mom and sister on the way up and mom came home with us. (Jodi is staying due to her boyfriend living up there)  My kids are troopers.  The travel very well. (Correct me if I'm wrong mom)  They had there moments but did well.  We looked for wild animals but didn't see anything other than deer.  I will add pictures.  It was a great trip.  Now the waiting for the hubby to come home has begun.&lt;br /&gt;I will not be going to Colorado to meet the soldiers as was originally planned.  But, he will be home soon.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SoI_PEIN0DI/AAAAAAAAASo/T391UGsIkOE/s1600-h/IMG_4239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SoI_PEIN0DI/AAAAAAAAASo/T391UGsIkOE/s320/IMG_4239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368923233817841714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Jodi's pretty toes after letting the kids paint them in the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SoI_wIGZx6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ggs8PXOHRs/s1600-h/IMG_4263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SoI_wIGZx6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/_ggs8PXOHRs/s320/IMG_4263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368923801819662242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SoI_vqQ6CyI/AAAAAAAAASw/0HsQf2pJKE4/s1600-h/IMG_4257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SoI_vqQ6CyI/AAAAAAAAASw/0HsQf2pJKE4/s320/IMG_4257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368923793810656034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stop to stretch and cool off on the drive up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SoJA4Hu1srI/AAAAAAAAATg/GinPBaMDHdY/s1600-h/IMG_4343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SoJA4Hu1srI/AAAAAAAAATg/GinPBaMDHdY/s320/IMG_4343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368925038671409842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SoJA3jp7PCI/AAAAAAAAATY/4X2KpRdAq-s/s1600-h/IMG_4296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SoJA3jp7PCI/AAAAAAAAATY/4X2KpRdAq-s/s320/IMG_4296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368925028987124770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SoJA3PTd4XI/AAAAAAAAATQ/H0xGiE7-SLc/s1600-h/IMG_4320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SoJA3PTd4XI/AAAAAAAAATQ/H0xGiE7-SLc/s320/IMG_4320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368925023524217202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SoJA2fJxUPI/AAAAAAAAATI/BSjnhqf2df4/s1600-h/IMG_4289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SoJA2fJxUPI/AAAAAAAAATI/BSjnhqf2df4/s320/IMG_4289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368925010598646002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SoJA1xx-7II/AAAAAAAAATA/a5gnL5c2DbA/s1600-h/IMG_4279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SoJA1xx-7II/AAAAAAAAATA/a5gnL5c2DbA/s320/IMG_4279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368924998419278978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-8944079281126997995?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/8944079281126997995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=8944079281126997995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/8944079281126997995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/8944079281126997995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2009/08/canada.html' title='Canada'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/_mHslWAFoefM/SoI_PEIN0DI/AAAAAAAAASo/T391UGsIkOE/s72-c/IMG_4239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-4244615335630404003</id><published>2009-07-19T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T07:09:03.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Army Brief</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was privillaged to give the Welcome home briefs for our families. (the ones in the army)  I have such love and yet frustration at these people.  I take my volunteer position very seriously and I work very hard to do what I can to help the transition be easier and all that.  So the frustration part is when not many people come and yet they want me to "mail them something".  Well that is hard to do and all that considering I just put a lot of time and energy into what I just did.  Anyway, if I was able to help just one person than I did good right?  We had several other people there as well who spoke and did a great job and are great people. &lt;br /&gt;Well one of the men who came is a retired 2 star general. (big deal in the army) and his retired job is to make sure reservist and their families get what they need.  He works with big wigs in the army, govenors, senators. all those people.  Well, he is wonderful and he came up to me and gave me a coin.  Now again coins in the army are a big deal.  You only get them when you did something good and it is a way to say thank you and honor you.  When he was giving this to me a father of one of our soldiers came up and said I am so glad to see this.  You really deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;He had come up to me earlier and said thank you.  But that those two words didn't do justice to how he was feeling about what I had done.  I of course choke up.  I mean all I am doing is not in vain.  The people do appriciate it and are thankful I am here doing this for them.&lt;br /&gt;I really do love my military family.  But, even with that I came home exhausted and ready for bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-4244615335630404003?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/4244615335630404003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=4244615335630404003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/4244615335630404003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/4244615335630404003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2009/07/army-brief.html' title='Army Brief'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-6542586299232601563</id><published>2009-07-09T22:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:19:41.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 5 year old</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that 5 years ago at this time me and my little man were just getting aquainted.  Oh how the time flies.  He is a great kid.  I never knew I could love someone so much until I had my kids.  It is amazing that no matter how they behave or what they do you love them more and more.&lt;br /&gt;He had a fun birthday today.  He talked to his dad, went to VBS, and had his preschool friends over for a birthday party.  They had such a fun time in the water, on the trampoline and hitting the pinata.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Buddy.  I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SlbOoR58OAI/AAAAAAAAASg/oku-VJ-9GlE/s1600-h/DSCN0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SlbOoR58OAI/AAAAAAAAASg/oku-VJ-9GlE/s320/DSCN0319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356695998200297474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SlbOoMhD1BI/AAAAAAAAASY/twsUKyb34Hs/s1600-h/IMG_4129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SlbOoMhD1BI/AAAAAAAAASY/twsUKyb34Hs/s320/IMG_4129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356695996753761298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SlbOnqCasmI/AAAAAAAAASQ/KVW7dNd46rs/s1600-h/IMG_4103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SlbOnqCasmI/AAAAAAAAASQ/KVW7dNd46rs/s320/IMG_4103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356695987498431074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-6542586299232601563?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/6542586299232601563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=6542586299232601563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/6542586299232601563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/6542586299232601563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-5-year-old.html' title='My 5 year old'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/_mHslWAFoefM/SlbOoR58OAI/AAAAAAAAASg/oku-VJ-9GlE/s72-c/DSCN0319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-5609001809995778452</id><published>2009-07-09T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:13:13.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Fence</title><content type='html'>We have great neighbors and I feel so blessed to live where we live.  We have always only had chain link fence on either side and haven't had a problem.  But a new fence is something on the to do list.  Well, we are doing it.  But, right now I am wondering why.  Jim is still away.  I obviously can't do it and the neighbor is great but I don't expect him to do it all himself.  I have some great friends who are going to come and make sure the posts get in right and all that.  But that is really hard for me.  I ordered the material and my WONDERFUL, AMAZING, FABULOUS dad came by when he was so tired and pulled the old posts out and so that made that easier.  But, post holes have to be dug and concrete and boards and all that.  And that is just between the two neighbors.  Then I have to figure out gates.  Oh well, my life could be so worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-5609001809995778452?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/5609001809995778452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=5609001809995778452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/5609001809995778452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/5609001809995778452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-fence.html' title='New Fence'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-6467160399638847529</id><published>2009-07-04T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T07:36:07.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>It has once again been awhile since I wrote anything.  We have been so busy.  I thought with summer things were supposed to slow down.  Oh well.  This week is busy and yet not as much.&lt;br /&gt;Brayden has been taking swimming lessons and they are everyday from 1-1:30.  Which in thought was great.  Eat lunch go to swimming and then home for naps.  However, I never thought of the errand and whatnot that I do before lunch.  So, everyday I had to take his swim suit and lunch in case errands or play took longer than expected.  Lots of fun though.  But, he has decided that he wants to wait to take more lessons until daddy comes home.  Something I am totally fine with.  Especially since he starts VBS this week.  I am so excited about it.  It is at the church where he went to preschool.  It should be so fun.  Then his birthday is this week.  He is going to be five.  Yep, I am so sad and yet so proud for my little guy.  Such a fun boy he is.  And he has requested a boy only party.  Should be fun.  &lt;br /&gt;We went to the kids first Rodeo last night.  That was so fun.  It was SOOOO late. They did great and are now sleeping.  Which is good because we have a parade today.  They are going to be in the kid parade for the first time today.  And we LOVE parades.  Then home for some swimming and relaxing and just playing.  We are bbqing tonight and doing fireworks with the neighbors.  Oh the 4th of July.  I just love it.  It is one of my favorite holidays.&lt;br /&gt;I will post pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and a side note.  Riley LOVES her swimsuit.  She picked it out herself.  It is princesses and the only way I got her out of it for the Rodeo was to tell her there were Rodeo princesses there.  She did like the princesses and all the horses and cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-6467160399638847529?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/6467160399638847529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=6467160399638847529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/6467160399638847529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/6467160399638847529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2009/07/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-748571299090796315</id><published>2009-06-01T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:43:36.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canoer???</title><content type='html'>So Brayden makes a big deal when ever we pass a dairy.  He also remembers where they are so when we head that way again he asks repeatedly if we are almost to the dairy.  Well, tonight on our way past the dairy, he was explaining to Riley about the "Canoer" (manure) that was spraying out of the sprinkler and yes it stinks way worse than mommy's poop.&lt;br /&gt;I was dying.  I couldn't stop laughing.  Brayden chuckled and said well it's true.&lt;br /&gt;Oh what children say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-748571299090796315?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/748571299090796315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=748571299090796315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/748571299090796315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/748571299090796315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2009/06/canoer.html' title='Canoer???'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-3322329165427056208</id><published>2009-05-18T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:39:23.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coveting</title><content type='html'>I REALLY love being in the country.  I think it is from growing up going to my grandparents farm every summer.  I love the quiet and the space and the ability to have animals and not have to worry about going out early in the morning and waking the neighbors.  You also can go out in your swimsuit or pajamas and it is just more okay as an adult.  &lt;br /&gt;Well, lately I have been kind of in an attitude of coveting I would say.  Then this weekend I helped out at my parents house.  &lt;br /&gt;(Now, a little disclaimer their house isn't finished and neither is there yard oh and they have 3/4 of an acre but have a field on one side and a power company on the other so they seem to have more.)  So there is a lot of work to do outside.  Anyway, I was looking for tadpoles with Brayden and in turn ended up finding a really great little spot for the kids to wade in the creek.  Anyway so I started cutting bushes and blackberries back.  Then today the guy who mows our grass came and also put some weed killer on the grass.  I am very funny about that and don't like the kids to go on the grass until it is absorbed.  So, we loaded up and went back to our wonderful snail finding, shade loving creek to hang out.  Well, Riley has learned how to cross the bridge alone and it freaks me out because it is just a piece of wood.  So there was no way I was going to be able to relax while she is crossing back and forth.  I started raking leaves and limbs into the burn pile and I realized that maybe I don't want a big piece of property.  I come home to my already finished yard that is mostly grass which I love!!  My yard is fenced. (Not that that stops my daughter from getting out in her underwear.)  I have great neighbors.  My street and neighbors are quiet and the older kids come and play with my kids.  I really have the best of both worlds.  A great home in a great neighborhood for my kids and my parents place really close by with all the feelings of the country.  Snakes and all :(  Even though that is just up a little boys alley.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of snail hunting this weekend with my sister and her boyfriend Landon whom we met for the first time this weekend.  He was down from Canada.  They have a great story and I will write about that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/ShIosNbskAI/AAAAAAAAAR4/GNtnxm-1ef0/s1600-h/IMG_3956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/ShIosNbskAI/AAAAAAAAAR4/GNtnxm-1ef0/s320/IMG_3956.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337373248372641794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/ShIorzfFjoI/AAAAAAAAARw/2l7i3yAsxes/s1600-h/IMG_3953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/ShIorzfFjoI/AAAAAAAAARw/2l7i3yAsxes/s320/IMG_3953.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337373241407540866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/ShIorhMkECI/AAAAAAAAARo/D8Z4qXVapWo/s1600-h/IMG_3952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/ShIorhMkECI/AAAAAAAAARo/D8Z4qXVapWo/s320/IMG_3952.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337373236498010146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/ShIosT6mX1I/AAAAAAAAASI/EQfYD9ywWlY/s1600-h/IMG_3961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/ShIosT6mX1I/AAAAAAAAASI/EQfYD9ywWlY/s320/IMG_3961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337373250112872274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Riley yesterday after another fun filled day outside playing.  She fell asleep during dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/ShIosAhawtI/AAAAAAAAASA/V4fcs3mU4js/s1600-h/IMG_3958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/ShIosAhawtI/AAAAAAAAASA/V4fcs3mU4js/s320/IMG_3958.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337373244906980050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is at 7:30 in the morning checking on the snails.  They then proceeded to jump on the trampoline.  This has been a favorite morning activity the last few mornings with our wonderful weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-3322329165427056208?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/3322329165427056208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=3322329165427056208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3322329165427056208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3322329165427056208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2009/05/coveting.html' title='Coveting'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/_mHslWAFoefM/ShIosNbskAI/AAAAAAAAAR4/GNtnxm-1ef0/s72-c/IMG_3956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-6581973742816369409</id><published>2009-05-17T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:32:35.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>These are some pictures from life lately.  One is our first Backwards day, crazy day.  Riley being crazy (or at least dressing crazy) And then us enjoying this wonderful weather we are having right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/ShDWZWSJSxI/AAAAAAAAARg/uQgVRGVpG-Y/s1600-h/IMG_3951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/ShDWZWSJSxI/AAAAAAAAARg/uQgVRGVpG-Y/s320/IMG_3951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337001289400797970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/ShDWZGz8itI/AAAAAAAAARY/GhuelPSU2Ik/s1600-h/IMG_3949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/ShDWZGz8itI/AAAAAAAAARY/GhuelPSU2Ik/s320/IMG_3949.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337001285247601362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/ShDWY-vKpDI/AAAAAAAAARQ/lbvO3UhAHYo/s1600-h/IMG_3945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/ShDWY-vKpDI/AAAAAAAAARQ/lbvO3UhAHYo/s320/IMG_3945.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337001283080070194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/ShDWY0lPjeI/AAAAAAAAARI/UigIlPifvAE/s1600-h/IMG_3943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/ShDWY0lPjeI/AAAAAAAAARI/UigIlPifvAE/s320/IMG_3943.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337001280354094562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-6581973742816369409?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/6581973742816369409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=6581973742816369409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/6581973742816369409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/6581973742816369409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2009/05/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/_mHslWAFoefM/ShDWZWSJSxI/AAAAAAAAARg/uQgVRGVpG-Y/s72-c/IMG_3951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-6828948691114123569</id><published>2009-04-28T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:16:09.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Corinthians for Moms</title><content type='html'>I just read this on someone's blog and I had to copy it.  I love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I live in a house of spotless beauty with everything in its place, but have not love, I am a housekeeper, not a homemaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have time for waxing, polishing, and decorative achievements, but have not love, my children learn cleanliness- not godliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I scream at my children for every infraction, and fault them for every mess they make, but have not love, my children become people-pleasers, not obedient children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love leaves the dust in search of a child's laugh. Love smiles at the tiny fingerprints on a newly cleaned window. Love wipes away the tears before it wipes up the spilled milk. Love picks up the child before it picks up the toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love accepts the fact that I am the ever-present "mommy", the taxi-driver to every childhood event, the counselor when my children fail or are hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love crawls with the baby, walks with the toddler, and runs with the child, then stands aside to let the youth walk into adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I became a mother I took glory in my house of perfection. Now I glory in God's perfection of my child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the projects I had for my house and my children have faded away into insignificance, and what remain are the memories of my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there abides in my home scratches on most of the furniture, dishes with missing place settings, and bedroom walls full of stickers, poster and markings, but the greatest of all is the Love that permeates my relationships with my children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-6828948691114123569?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/6828948691114123569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=6828948691114123569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/6828948691114123569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/6828948691114123569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-corinthians-for-moms.html' title='1 Corinthians for Moms'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-5722468057911209574</id><published>2009-04-26T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:24:50.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ag Fest</title><content type='html'>I have never been to Ag Fest before.  I didn't know what to expect.  But, I was sure that the animals alone would be worth it for the kids.  Oh MY.  I had no idea how cool it was.  With in a few minutes of being there we were looking for a bag for all the free stuff we got. (I am also a sucker for free)  We got plants, food, seeds, rides on horses.  The kids got to watch a sheep get sheared.  Pet tons of animals.  We were there for almost 4 hours.  And we could have spent longer.  But, I had a very tired 2 year old and I was so sleepy.  I highly recommend it.  It was amazing.  I had my hands full by myself and so I wasn't able to get many pictures.  But it is going to stay in my memory for a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-5722468057911209574?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/5722468057911209574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=5722468057911209574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/5722468057911209574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/5722468057911209574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2009/04/ag-fest.html' title='Ag Fest'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-2385873376250155651</id><published>2009-04-22T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:22:29.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardening</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling guilty lately.  I have to start off by saying I love my yard and all that it offers.  Lots of grass, little amounts of flower beds and a side of just concrete which is flat and great for ball and riding bikes.  Oh yeah and it is fenced.  Lately though I have been feeling like I am letting the world down by not having a garden.  I feel like I am somehow not contributing to "helping the earth"  I mean my goodness even the white house is getting rid of some of there grass for a garden.&lt;br /&gt;But, then I go out there to play with the kids or weed and I am so happy with the usefulness of my yard.  It really serves it's purpose for us.  Room for the swing set, trampoline and yet we still have room to play ball and all that.  If I did put in a garden what would I have to give up to make room for it?  The good places for it would be where the swing set is or right in front of the shed which means that balls would land on it all the time.  I LOVE grass.  It is soft to run on and fun to lay in and look at the sky.  So my question to you all, is it bad that I don't garden and do my part to help out.  If that is what I am truly doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-2385873376250155651?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/2385873376250155651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=2385873376250155651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/2385873376250155651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/2385873376250155651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2009/04/gardening.html' title='Gardening'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-3818085593475448068</id><published>2009-04-05T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:17:49.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What can you do?</title><content type='html'>I for the most part don't feel like I complain a lot about my situation.  I mean it truly is what it is and me complaining only rubs off on the kids and really what does it change?  &lt;br /&gt;But, something always happen when my husband is gone.  Something always goes wrong.  So my husband was home for two weeks and the day he left the ants showed up.  Now it really isn't a big deal.  They come every year at this time.  It was just kind of a coincidence.  Then the next day the blind string came off so they won't open and close with the string.  Again no big deal.  At least I have blinds and can still close and open them.  The thing that stinks it when the kids are sick.  Like now.  I am again so thankful for my family.  Riley has had a goopy eye and then this morning she started vomiting.  Now thankfully she hit the toliet and bucket most of the day.  I took her to the doc.  And sure enough another ear infection.  3rd one since January.  And the vomiting stopped.  Until tonight.  We went to get the RX after nap and went to my parents.  The doctor had said to wait until later in the day to give her the meds to make sure she could keep it down.  We got to my parents at 5ish and she threw up right as we got there.  Then she played for awhile and she still wasn't herself, but had more energy.  Then she had a piece a of toast and then started whinning and wanting to go home.  We get home and I set her on the counter and gave her the first part of her meds and she threw up.  Yep, and this is when you want your husband.  All over me, herself and the floor.  I have to say gross.  Not the first time but usually my husband is here and we head right for the shower.  But, how do you do that by yourself.  You can't bathe her and then hope she doesn't fall in the shower and you can't shower alone because what if she throws up again and you are in the shower.  I mean Brayden is a huge help in grabbing towels for me and all that.  He has been a trooper.  Just a sweet, sweet boy. So, I had Brayden call my mom and ask if my dad, or siblings were home so she could come over and let me shower.  But, she couldn't but once again they rescued me.  My dad and sister stopped by so I could shower.  So, while I waited I gave Riley a bath and got her situated.  Now we just pray that Brayden and I don't get it.  Thankfully, she is sleeping now and we shall see how the night goes.  But, situations like this really make you wish you other half were here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-3818085593475448068?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/3818085593475448068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=3818085593475448068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3818085593475448068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3818085593475448068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-can-you-do.html' title='What can you do?'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-6510798763904839734</id><published>2009-03-31T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:22:55.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankfulness and stuff</title><content type='html'>I have realized that even though we had talked about it lots and I really felt good about it. That I am really  not having any more kids.  I have really felt this peace about it.  Now don't get me wrong.  The idea of getting rid of the crib still chokes me up and anytime I think of my kids growing up it makes me sad.  I have been making our pile of sell stuff for a garage sale and wow, babies come with lots of stuff.   So now I am in a get rid of stuff phase.  I am glad that the garage sale won't be until June.  That way I won't regret anything.  But we really don't have that big of a house and as the kids get older they get more stuff and as I have said before stuff really messes with me.&lt;br /&gt;On another note I am loving how well my kids play together.  I am loving that they are both potty trained. We actually cheered today when we walked by the diaper aisle at costco.  My kids are incredibly healthy, happy kids.  I have a husband who loves me and respects me and is all the things a husband is supposed to be.  I just couldn't ask for a better life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-6510798763904839734?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/6510798763904839734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=6510798763904839734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/6510798763904839734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/6510798763904839734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2009/03/thankfulness-and-stuff.html' title='Thankfulness and stuff'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-2532121369556264850</id><published>2009-03-28T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:26:26.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much</title><content type='html'>We have been really busy and I think of ideas to blog everyday and never get here to type them out.  Or it is bedtime and I am just to tired to type.&lt;br /&gt;Riley has potty trained herself, even before she turned two.  Yes, I was shocked.  How can one have 2 easy potty trainers?  I think it has to do with the fun song and dance mommy and Brayden do.  But she was ready.  She was asking and I was putting her off.  I have a hard time letting my kids grow up.  Riley turned two.&lt;br /&gt;I had a meltdown about Kindergarten.  How do these kids grow up so stinkin fast.  It just isn't right.  I had to go through that without being able to talk to Jim.  He was in route to come home on leave.  But, that was all resolved when he came home.  I spoke with God a lot and I spoke to his preschool teacher and she really made me feel better.  And after a good chat with Jim about our options and what is best for Brayden we(I mean all of us, including Jim) went and toured the school and met his teacher.  Then when we went to the library we met the librarian who when she said her name I remembered my mom knew her.  I wasn't sure how but when I told her who my mom was she got down at Brayden's level and said we have something in common.  I have Jesus in my heart to.  Yep, you guessed it.  I felt better and I almost cried.  God is looking out for my little boy who is so sweet and loving.  It was so great.&lt;br /&gt;We were blessed to have Jim come home for 2 weeks.  It was wonderful.  It honestly felt like he never had left.  He just came right back in and the kids were all over him and we just enjoyed our time.  We went to the beach for a couple days and the weather was great.  I mean when you can go to the Oregon coast in March and not fly a kite because there is no wind that is great weather.  We went to the light house and bowling.  Which Brayden is good at.  We beat Jim which is hard for daddy to take. (He is a good bowler, just not with bumpers)  Jim and I got a date night and a whole day.  We painted our bedroom and put up Brayden's new bunkbeds. Yep it was romantic.  We had a great movie and dinner the night before.  &lt;br /&gt;Now he is back in his big sand box.  And we miss him again but will get through.  We have so much to look forward to when he gets back for good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-2532121369556264850?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/2532121369556264850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=2532121369556264850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/2532121369556264850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/2532121369556264850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-much.html' title='So much'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-8310534969151315857</id><published>2009-02-25T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:09:38.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I have had a bunch of thoughts lately.  Like now a days weddings and honeymoons are a huge deal and cost tons of money and people don't respect each other nor do they stay married.  Back in the day (and I mean before my time) they had little weddings that if there was food and what not it was more of a potluck and the honeymoon was getting to be together for the first time in there new home.  Most of the people from back then stayed married.  Not saying anything against women who work, but moms stayed home to take care of the kids and the dads worked and their was less teenage pregnancy and drugs and just all that stuff.  More families went to church together.  Isn't it interesting.  Just thoughts I have been having because my grandparents have been married 60 years and still share a bed, spend every day together and my grandpa has been worried sick over my grandma being in the hospital.  They truly love each other and treasure that love.  Has everything been perfect no.  They have raised 7 kids had foster kids, had farms and businesses and moved and all that.  But they were in it together and loved the lord and they now have tons of grandkids married and we are giving them great grandkids.  &lt;br /&gt;I also watched the 18 kids and counting last night and wow.  Great show.  I love how open they are with there faith.  I pray the Lord doesn't give me that many children and all though we do what we can to prevent it, I agree with them that all children are blessings from the Lord.  &lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I am so excited to have my husband home soon for his 2 week leave.  We are so excited.  And Riley has decided to go potty on the potty and we are done day two with 1 accident and that was poop.  I am just excited.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have pink eye.  It is no big deal I have had it lots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-8310534969151315857?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/8310534969151315857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=8310534969151315857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/8310534969151315857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/8310534969151315857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2009/02/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-2600898316271133087</id><published>2009-02-19T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:33:06.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messes</title><content type='html'>I watch Jon and Kate plus 8.  I love that show.  It makes me very thankful that I only have two children and a lot less stress in my life.  There are some things they do that I don't agree with and some that i think are great ideas.  Well, a few years ago they took the kids to Crayola or something where they saw where crayons and all that are made and then they got to the marker room and she was like nope gotta go after just a few minutes.  She didn't like them getting dirty.  And then last week she let them paint on the walls in there basement.  I was like wow.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am in the process of primering my bedroom and it is taking me a long time.  So, I thought.  Hey, we will do this as a quiet time project.  So, I got everything set up and had Brayden help me.  He had fun drawing a sun on the wall and all that.  Well, I was completely stressed.  I didn't want paint to get all over.  Now, when they are outside.  I am all for dirt.  and when they have paint shirts on I am all for painting.  We did find a way to make it work and he ended up really helping and my room is pretty much done.  I must say though.  I really don't enjoy painting.  I would love to just have it done.&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of tense from the whole thing and did feel like I started out the project snappy so I said do you want to paint a picture.  And he of course did.  And by then Riley was up and ready to go.  I don't mind her painting either.  But I was on an army call and they kind of dived in before I was ready.  They did great.  I was ready for the crayons after though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-2600898316271133087?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/2600898316271133087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=2600898316271133087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/2600898316271133087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/2600898316271133087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2009/02/messes.html' title='Messes'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-8536026386388264723</id><published>2009-02-07T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T20:45:55.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I don't forget</title><content type='html'>It is always so funny to me what our kids pick up and what they hear.  Tonight at dinner the kids were "cooking" while I was making dinner.  They set the table and Riley sits while Brayden brings her all kids of stuff.  They also have pots and pans and all that.  Well, dinner was ready and I moved there stuff over and I don't know where they went but I got the table set and then called them to eat.  Brayden didn't like where I set his plate.  Okay now mind you that is where he has always sat.  Except now that daddy is gone we have been tending to play musical chairs and I am not really a fan.  So, when he got upset that he wanted to sit where Riley was I said No you can sit where you are tonight.  He started crying and proceeded to tell me that I broke his heart.  i said I'm sorry what?  And he proceed to repeat how I broke his heart.  I was trying so hard not to laugh cause it was so cute.  But, I comforted him and apologized for breaking his heart but that tonight he had to sit there.  So sweet.  Now to clarify.  I don't ever tell them they are breaking my heart.  I do remember saying it once but it was something about them growing up. &lt;br /&gt;Okay and something completely different.  Have any of you ever seen or heard from an X-boyfriend?  I just had one find me on facebook.  So, it was very cool hearing from him.  But isn't God amazing.  Hearing about him and his wife just made me so thankful for my husband and the way that God brought him into my life and how so wonderfully glad I am that he is my husband.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for the man you gave me to be my husband.  He is perfect for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-8536026386388264723?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/8536026386388264723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=8536026386388264723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/8536026386388264723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/8536026386388264723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-i-dont-forget.html' title='So I don&apos;t forget'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-7457333561118863853</id><published>2009-02-06T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:24:38.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny things</title><content type='html'>Brayden is very funny and lately the things that come out of his mouth crack me up.   Like when I get hurt and I say Son of a Gun.  And he walks around saying Cinnamon gun.  And just now he came running in and told me he saw something really cool on tv and you snap your food in it and is snaps and it is only 5.99.  Mom it is only 5.99.  You have to buy it.  Or when he was sitting next to Riley and said you are my best friend.  &lt;br /&gt;He is also going with his Uncle tomorrow and he gets to ride in his race car.  He is very excited.  &lt;br /&gt;I have to write these things down or I will forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-7457333561118863853?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/7457333561118863853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=7457333561118863853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/7457333561118863853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/7457333561118863853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-things.html' title='Funny things'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-176261157101946961</id><published>2009-02-03T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:50:41.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering</title><content type='html'>The last few days have been hard for me.  Do you ever have those things in life that just remind you that you can't count or rely on others.  God is the only one that won't let you down.  I mean I have a great husband.  He is an amazing man and I am so proud of what he is doing right now and what he does all the time.  But he can't be everything I need him to be all the time.  Same with my family.  You think things are going to go down one way and then they get busy or life happens to them as well. (crazy siblings growing up and having lives of their own) Friends change and Friendship adjust.  People you used to be close to aren't as much anymore and old friendships that were so special and treasured are restored.  People get sick and can't be there as much as they used to or they move away.  But GOD is always there.  You don't have to worry.  He is there.  You can call him in the middle of the night and don't have to wonder if he was sleeping.  He knows your stresses of the day.  Your lows.  And he will be there to pick you up when you fall and he will be there when you need him to hold you up.  &lt;br /&gt;As hard as it is to have people let you down.  I am always drawn closer to God when that happens and am reminded of how he is always there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-176261157101946961?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/176261157101946961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=176261157101946961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/176261157101946961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/176261157101946961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2009/02/remembering.html' title='Remembering'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-7682000316041441999</id><published>2009-02-02T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:32:50.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SYfGQtcCuMI/AAAAAAAAARA/OlVyxZvA-Mg/s1600-h/IMG_3642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SYfGQtcCuMI/AAAAAAAAARA/OlVyxZvA-Mg/s320/IMG_3642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298421477002098882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized I have the perfect soultion.  The kids and I have started puppy sitting.  We watch my brother and his fiances puppy "Uggs" Tuesday and Thursdays.  I have the joy and fun of a dog but only 2 days a week.  He is a small dog and I don't have lots of poop to clean up.  I am not responsible for the expense.  And he goes home at night.  Oh and he loves our cat and our cat loves him.  They chase each other around the yard and house and it is just so great.&lt;br /&gt;I have a question for you.  Now, I go to the post office A LOT.  With Jim gone we go almost weekly.  They have flyers all over and I let the kids get one each time and usually by the time we are done I just put them back.  So, today there was quite the line and Riley was over looking at the flyers.  Mind you I am standing in line directly across from her.  She picks up a flyer and this lady 2 people up from me goes over and take it from her and tells her no.  I was like I'm sorry sweetheart.  But I didn't say anything to the lady.  Brayden then went up and took one.  I loud enough for her to hear said make sure you just take one sweetheart.  And he did.  Was I wrong?  First of all should I not let my kids touch the flyers.  They aren't climbing on anything.  They are at their height.  Should I have said something to the lady or just gone and let Riley get another one?  Do you think it is okay to step in when you don't agree with something, even if their parent is standing right there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-7682000316041441999?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/7682000316041441999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=7682000316041441999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/7682000316041441999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/7682000316041441999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2009/02/uggs.html' title='Uggs'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/_mHslWAFoefM/SYfGQtcCuMI/AAAAAAAAARA/OlVyxZvA-Mg/s72-c/IMG_3642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-960607038266309904</id><published>2009-01-06T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:41:49.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Costco</title><content type='html'>I was at costco today and some interesting things happened.  First of all I have to let you all know how much I love costco.  I think it is one of my favorite stores.  I buy everything there.  Books, clothes, food, and toiletries.  I just love that I can go and my kids get snacks and it is reasonably priced.  Today their were only 3 samples.  How odd.  And I think the Christmas spirit has left people.  I was getting cut off and people were in a big hurry I guess.  But the samples were good and the ladies were friendly.  We paid and went to get in line for lunch.  Not something I had planned but it was late and I new Riley would fall asleep on the way home.  I noticed there were more than normal amounts of soldiers their today but I do know that some Salem National Guard soldiers are getting ready to deploy.  So that was why.  But it sure made me miss my husband.  Remembering back to just 4 short months ago when he left.  I love you honey.&lt;br /&gt;So, we get our food and go to sit down and there is a lady there.  She has at least three kids.  She has the one move so I can get by and we sit in our spot.  Not next to them but down a ways.  However, we were blessed :( to be close enough to hear her yell, humiliate her child and herself and call the child stupid.  Now I am sorry.  But is that really necessary?  Now I know we all have our moments of pure frustration but seriously.  I mean to say that the child (whom I never heard or saw do anything) needs to have her mother tell her what a brat she is.  How life is easier with out her and how dumb and stupid she is.  I was dying inside for the poor little thing.  There were others sitting around that could also hear it.  And as the mother says look everyone is looking at you because you are such a brat and being so bad.  I wanted and still wish I would have leaned over and said actually we are all looking at you and the fool you are for talking to your kid like that.  But of course me being me just couldn't do it.  I just pray some one wonderful and kind comes into that childs life and shows her Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-960607038266309904?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/960607038266309904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=960607038266309904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/960607038266309904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/960607038266309904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2009/01/costco.html' title='Costco'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-3407014957442698372</id><published>2009-01-03T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:52:34.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lot of thoughts</title><content type='html'>I know this is a similar title as the recent ones but I have such a hard time coming up with titles.  I have been reading "Marley and Me".  Very funny book  I am really enjoying it.  But it has gotten me thinking more and more about this dog that we are going to get when daddy comes home.  I am scared.  I am not a big dog person.  Little dogs are okay but I don't want that yappy snippy thing.  However, I also don't really look forward to the poop and smell and all that dogs bring.  Our Cat is either really smart or dumb I can't decide.  He fetches and doesn't get to upset at the kids when they play rough.  At least if he does he strikes and then moves on.  And by that I don't mean run and hides.  He just moves past the problem.  Typical male right?  I love how men handle problems.  Anyway, Sisco has been a perfect fit for our family.  I don't mind cleaning out the litter box. At least I know where he has gone and all that.  Again with a dog we can't just play outside and have no worries.  The fish are doing excellent.  I was struggling to keep it clean and then we got two little alge eaters and wow.  They are some serious eaters.  So, again just nervous about the dog thing.&lt;br /&gt;I have a question to throw out there.  Is it ever too much to push your religion.  Especially if the people are already believers?  Just curious.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just a couple more random thoughts.  I was giggling last night at my husband.  We were talking about the crazy weather and he said that when he got out of the shower his flip flop froze to the ground and he had to kick it loose.  Now isn't that funny when you think of Iraq.  I thought it was very funny.  I guess at night it has even gotten into the single digits.  Also, the other morning Brayden and I were watching the news and we have gone from snow to rain and there is some flooding north of us and we were watching the landslides and whatnot and Brayden said, "Mom, I am so glad dad is safe in Iraq.  Otherwise he might have to try and drive in that up to the Army unit."  Isn't that just the sweetest.  &lt;br /&gt;Well, I am off to read my book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-3407014957442698372?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/3407014957442698372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=3407014957442698372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3407014957442698372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3407014957442698372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2009/01/lot-of-thoughts.html' title='Lot of thoughts'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-422843900476703720</id><published>2008-12-31T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:00:12.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Years</title><content type='html'>I hope you all had a great Christmas and New Year.  I am probably not going to even make it til midnight.  I am just to tired and my little ones are all tucked in and asleep and with no one else to kiss at midnight.  I think sleep will come early for me.&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of having a little pity party today.  And then an Army family issue we have been dealing with for 3 weeks now continues to bother me and the kids and I were headed to Walmart and they were talking in the back and I thought. Lord, Thank you for my wonderful husband.  He adores me and provides for us and my kids are amazing.  They play together well, and for the most part are great kids.  I am so truly blessed.  I am not one for true New Years resolutions but I can't really think of anything I want to change.  I mean the obvious for sure.  But all the begging pleading and all that won't bring him home sooner and we are thankful he is deployed now of all times.  I mean when you are in real estate in your civilian job and the sole provider.  You really are glad for a regular income during this recession.&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope you all have tons to be thankful for from 2008 and may you all have a very blessed 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-422843900476703720?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/422843900476703720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=422843900476703720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/422843900476703720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/422843900476703720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-years.html' title='Happy New Years'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-6669189722574427118</id><published>2008-12-25T22:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T22:46:39.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>I love Christmas.  It is such a wonderful amazing time.  I have truly savored it this year and it came and went faster than ever.  I missed my husband dearly and don't want to do it again apart.  But am I the only one who when it is over is ready to get the decorations put away.  I am savoring the Christmas magic and feeling and want that to linger for a long time.  i am just ready to have my house back to normal and find out where the new toys belong.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss all the movies and music.  I am even still enjoying the snow.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-6669189722574427118?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/6669189722574427118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=6669189722574427118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/6669189722574427118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/6669189722574427118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-8177288525416676055</id><published>2008-12-24T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T14:15:48.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I have been out and about and have some thoughts.  Why are people more friendly in the snow?  I have been waved at and smiled at more in the few days than when it is just raining.  I appriciate and miss my husband even more right now.  He is an amazing man and I miss him always however, when you have to wait for others to put chains on and all that you so appriciate a husband who can do that.  I just shoveled our sidewalk and driveway.  Woo who for the burned calories and it just made me think of how if Jim were here he would have done it.  Even though I do enjoy that sort of thing.  We rescheduled Christmas with his parents due to not knowing how the weather will be tomorrow.  And they live a ways out and I am not comfortable driving up those hills in this crazy weather.  I have also been so appriciative of a wonderful neighborhood and great neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;As I write this I sit here and here formiluar sounds.  Rain is falling.  Merry Christmas all.  Hope you all are with the ones you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SVK0a0YRtSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/UANcrSLDno0/s1600-h/IMG_3570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SVK0a0YRtSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/UANcrSLDno0/s320/IMG_3570.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283483685689079074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SVK0aeHpZ7I/AAAAAAAAAQs/2fLYZS8f8iQ/s1600-h/IMG_3565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SVK0aeHpZ7I/AAAAAAAAAQs/2fLYZS8f8iQ/s320/IMG_3565.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283483679713748914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SVK0aBoJEAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/3H3CTSs-sNQ/s1600-h/IMG_3562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SVK0aBoJEAI/AAAAAAAAAQk/3H3CTSs-sNQ/s320/IMG_3562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283483672065413122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SVK0ZxNUcRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/XAbuziRiYt0/s1600-h/IMG_3559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SVK0ZxNUcRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/XAbuziRiYt0/s320/IMG_3559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283483667657945362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-8177288525416676055?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/8177288525416676055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=8177288525416676055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/8177288525416676055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/8177288525416676055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/_mHslWAFoefM/SVK0a0YRtSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/UANcrSLDno0/s72-c/IMG_3570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-6006628971968202110</id><published>2008-12-20T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T20:15:06.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't decide</title><content type='html'>I can't decide if I am loving all the snow or am ready for it to go away.  We got over 4" It may be up to 6 I am not sure.  But it is so beautiful.  I love it.  The thought of having to drive anywhere doesn't excite me at all.  I almost ended up sliding into the ditch today.  That is what I don't like.  Now that we are done with school for the Christmas holiday and I don't have anywhere to go I am fine with the snow.  I also love how everyone has to slow down and enjoy life.  No rushing here and there It just isn't an option.  So, I guess for now I will stick with loving it.  I will say again it is beautiful!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-6006628971968202110?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/6006628971968202110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=6006628971968202110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/6006628971968202110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/6006628971968202110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/12/cant-decide.html' title='Can&apos;t decide'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-3439544091304845000</id><published>2008-12-19T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:50:13.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow and stuff</title><content type='html'>It has been crazy weather for us.  It was crazy to have school canceled this week.  I was so glad that Brayden's school changed there minds last minute and at least had school Thursday.  I was able to go and watch their practice program.  Otherwise we have lots of food and my Christmas shopping is done and so all is well for us to be stuck at home.&lt;br /&gt;We have had a crazy week with Army stuff.  We had to do a red cross for a family and that is a terrible situation.  Wow, I realize over and over how great my life and husband are.  Then I have a lady that works at our unit who called today and said that they don't have food.  She has 6 kids and a husband who was recently diagnosed with Diabetes.  Oh yeah and he is unemployed.  Such a sad thing.  We are pulling all kinds of things and she and her family will have a wonderful Christmas.  It just reminds me how much I truly have.  Yes we aren't rolling in the money but I was able to give my kids a good Christmas and there is lots of food in the cupboards.  I have a husband who loves me and the kids and works so hard for us.  He loves God and he is faithful to me and devoted and commited to our family.  &lt;br /&gt;Christmas always seems to come up so fast and I am always ready for the tree and that to be done.  However, this year I have enjoyed things so much.  We haven't done tons of things.  I haven't baked nearly as much and we have just played and something else I did this year that we have never done.  We put a cradle with a baby under the tree.  Every time I look at our tree, it reminds me of Jesus' birth.  I just love it.  I think having kids also changes things.  The one thing in the world that I want more than anything in life is that my kids love the Lord all the days of their lives.  So, I pray daily and I try to show his love to them.  But sometimes I feel like I do a really bad job.  So, it is great to be able stop and look at my tree and be reminded of the reason for life and the season.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-3439544091304845000?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/3439544091304845000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=3439544091304845000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3439544091304845000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3439544091304845000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-and-stuff.html' title='Snow and stuff'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-7795174635281473326</id><published>2008-11-26T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:55:51.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to say?</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in awhile but I have been busy.  But I still lay in bed thinking about things I should blog.  Lets see.  Where to start.  Last weekend I did an FRG thing (Family Readiness Group)  I am the leader and I LOVE IT.  I love the people I am in contact with and the things I get to help them with.  This being our 3 deployment and my hope in  Christ I feel like I have been able to give hope to some of these people who struggle.  Although thankfully we haven't had to many.  But, I organized a packing party.  We collected donations from schools, friends, family.  And it was wonderful.  I can't say enough about our families.  The really stepped up.  They were wonderful.  The helped us decorate stockings for each and every soldier and they helped package and label all the boxes.  I love my families.  They are so great!!! &lt;br /&gt;I also clean houses.  I have had a busy week.  I have cleaned 2 houses already this week and one thing I always love about cleaning other peoples houses is how much I love coming home.  It makes me thankful for my non cluttered house and my lack of a big house.  I just look and know that as wonderful it would be to go away for a day and come home to a cleaned house, I am glad that my house it so easy to up keep.&lt;br /&gt;I also am so excited for tomorrow.  I love Thanksgiving.  NO presure.  I love that.  All the fun of family and friends and not all the work.  I mean I love Christmas and the joy of giving gifts is wonderful but thanksgiving is just simple pleasures.  Wonderful food, friends, family and Macy's parade, football.  And also a reminder of all we have to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;So HAPPY THANKGIVING to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-7795174635281473326?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/7795174635281473326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=7795174635281473326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/7795174635281473326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/7795174635281473326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-to-say.html' title='What to say?'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-2043864205515472965</id><published>2008-11-08T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:35:21.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of thoughts</title><content type='html'>It has been awhile and I have had lots of those "I should blog that" moments.  &lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking a lot about the holidays and how different they are going to be this year.  Jim LOVES the holiday.  He loves playing football on Thanksgiving and hanging out with family and friends.  He LOVES everything about Christmas.  The music (which we start listening to in October) and the tree, which he cuts down for me.  The decorating, the lights, even santa.  And on Christmas morning he is up before any of us.  I just love that.  So, this week I started listening to Christmas music.  I started crying on "I'll be home for Christmas"  I am missing my husband as this season starts and just hope that he is able to have a decent Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway with all this thinking about Christmas I was thinking about what to get the kids.  Now I am a big one in getting them things they will really like.  This year is hard.  Brayden doesn't have one toy that he absoultly loves.  He pretends a lot and does crafts and we love books.  Those are his things.  So, I am thinking some sort of fort or something, and more craft stuff.  He has found some train, plane things he thinks is cool so those are ideas as well.  Riley well she does what brother does.  But she does love her baby.  I am thinking a tea set. (Her and I have tea when B is at school) and a shopping cart.  I would get her clothes for her baby but she doesn't like to have them in clothes most of the time.  Question for you, What do your kids just love doing?&lt;br /&gt;I just got a call from a mom of a kid that Jim coached in high school, he also stayed with us on occasion and we just loved him.  Well I guess he has joined the army and is heading off to boot camp and they wanted to invite us to his going away party.  We chatted for awhile and I explained to her our situation and that Jim wouldn't be able to make it.  Bless her heart she asked if she could pray for us and you know what is so cool?  She did right then and there on the phone.  It was the sweetest and most sincere prayer.  I just love when God blesses me like that.  And even prayed for something I didn't mention.  Guidance in parenting.&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to having a humbling moment.  I am a doer.  I tough it up and just deal.  I don't spend a lot of time in self pity and as great as that is at times that isn't so good when you need to rely on God.  I know this may sound weird but I rely more on God when Jim is away.  It helps me remember that people will always fail me and God is always there.  Now on to my moment.  So, I have always felt like I was a good mommy.  I love my kids more than life and love that I am blessed to stay home with them.  I don't need a lot of time to myself, I just love being with my kids.  But, parenting a four year boy is difficult.  They do and say things that are just odd to me.  And after a tryiing morning (following a great morning at hearts where we had a reminder of God our provider, I burst into tears and realized that I can't do this.  I have to give my kids to God and I need his help in parenting with patience and Love.  My greatest desire is that my kids know Christ deeply.  So, I picked Brayden up from school and just felt refreshed.  I apologized to Brayden for being short and for yelling lately.  I have done really well the last couple of days.  Thank you Lord for helping me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-2043864205515472965?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/2043864205515472965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=2043864205515472965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/2043864205515472965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/2043864205515472965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/11/lots-of-thoughts.html' title='Lots of thoughts'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-7753407915717698719</id><published>2008-10-31T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:31:57.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week</title><content type='html'>So as you know my husband is gone with the army.  And some days are easier than others and some days are just overwhelming.  Today is one of those days although not for why you would think.  Let me start with yesterday.  Brayden is a very rowdy, ornery boy.  At least in the evenings if he doesn't nap.  Which I don't like him to do because then he stays up late.  But yesterday I was just so frustrated with him wrestling with Riley and just being a pest to her.  Now I know "Sibling rivlary" However it is still frustrating.  I had tucked Riley in and was tucking Brayden in and I told him how even when he is ornry and a pest and even just plain mean at times I still love him very much.  And he said how hard it is to be nice and all that.  I said well then maybe we need to call the neighbor boys more or have U. Kyle come and wrestle him more so that he can have fun doing that and not hurt his sister.  And he started to cry.  Mommy, I don't want you to have to call the neighbors.  I just want daddy home to wrestle with me. (yes, I am at this point crying as well)  I said I know sweetie, but daddy has to be gone awhile longer.  Then he asked if his surprise on Saturday was daddy coming home (Yep, I am crying still and harder) I  said no but wouldn't that be a great surprise.  Anyway that is tough on a parent.  &lt;br /&gt;Today we woke up happy and well.  And I got to help with the harvest party at school which was great fun.  Daddy even called and so he got to talk to daddy.  &lt;br /&gt;Now the thing I am overwhelmed by today.  Brayden's school as well as friends and family have been collecting stuff to send to our soldiers for Christmas.  I am overwhelmed by there generosity.  I picked up the things from Brayden's school today and OH MY.  They are so generous.  The soldiers will be truly touched.  Thank you all so much.  I means so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-7753407915717698719?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/7753407915717698719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=7753407915717698719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/7753407915717698719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/7753407915717698719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-week.html' title='What a week'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-918201784680647729</id><published>2008-10-23T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:19:46.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going on</title><content type='html'>We have been very busy since I got back from NYC.  Jim has headed out and is in limbo.  We have had fun going to 2 pumpkin patches.  One of my most favorite thing to do.  Have I said it lately. I LOVE FALL!!  We also added a member to our family.  The kids have been wanting a dog and cat.  So, when  I was in NYC I asked Jim if we could get a cat and then when he gets home we will get a dog.  He said sure no prob.  When I got home I told the kids daddy said ok.  Then every day Brayden asked if we were getting his kitty.  And when you asked Riley if she wanted a kitty she would say no.  It was really cute.  So, after looking on craigslist and the humane society's website.  We went there and got out little sisco kidd.  He is really great.  He loves the kids and something we realized just today.  His birthday is the same as Brayden's.  He chases toys and is doing great with his litter box.  He is almost four months old and really great.  Another bonus we still have all six fish and our frog.  &lt;br /&gt;I also spoke at our moms bible study this morning.  Oh how I don't like that.  I am a behind the scenes or not in front of a big group kind of person.  I hope it went well and people have a better understanding of how big God is in my life and how even though life is more difficult when Jim is away, life is good and I have so much to be thankful for.  One lady did tell me that she was impressed with my possitive outlook on things.  So, that was nice. &lt;br /&gt; You know how when you have to do something that you don't really enjoy doing and it weighs on you and you wake up nervous about it at night, every spare second it spent working on it and all that.  I was feeling that for weeks.  Ever since she asked me and I agreed to speak.  I am just not a public speaker.  Now, in the army I am in charge of the family group.  And when I speak in front of people it is different.  I am giving them information.  I mean I guess it is the same.  This today was just much more uncomfortable.  Anyway it is done and hopefully someone learned something.  Now I will probably sleep great.  I feel much more relieved.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of what has been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SQFMVRlsemI/AAAAAAAAAQU/lO1uqUD1SPg/s1600-h/IMG_3343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SQFMVRlsemI/AAAAAAAAAQU/lO1uqUD1SPg/s320/IMG_3343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260569768127920738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SQFL7LlyUxI/AAAAAAAAAQM/9ziBgIFxIlI/s1600-h/&lt;br /&gt;Our new little man. SISCO KIDD&lt;br /&gt;IMG_3332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SQFL7LlyUxI/AAAAAAAAAQM/9ziBgIFxIlI/s320/IMG_3332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260569319841092370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SQFL6RtokwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/SfrjCQ0ZqIw/s1600-h/&lt;br /&gt;Riley is very interested in the potty.  So, Brayden was helping her try.&lt;br /&gt;IMG_3319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SQFL6RtokwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/SfrjCQ0ZqIw/s320/IMG_3319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260569304304751362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SQFL59W2l5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/7ByxUyvKgUw/s1600-h/IMG_3240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SQFL59W2l5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/7ByxUyvKgUw/s320/IMG_3240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260569298840491922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SQFL5pJ7IgI/AAAAAAAAAP0/M1agBhU31ms/s1600-h/IMG_3215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SQFL5pJ7IgI/AAAAAAAAAP0/M1agBhU31ms/s320/IMG_3215.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260569293417554434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-918201784680647729?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/918201784680647729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=918201784680647729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/918201784680647729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/918201784680647729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/10/going-on.html' title='Going on'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/_mHslWAFoefM/SQFMVRlsemI/AAAAAAAAAQU/lO1uqUD1SPg/s72-c/IMG_3343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-2596949753265109728</id><published>2008-10-15T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:34:59.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC</title><content type='html'>I got back on Monday night late from NYC.  My mom came and stayed with our kids for 5 nights and I flew out and saw my husband for 4 days.  What a city.  It is great.  So much to do and see.  Lots of learning.  Wow.  I am so amazed that more pedestrians aren't ran over.  The subway is great.  Don't mind that at all.  My favorite parts were Central park, Staten Island ferry at sunset, The chapel that stood at ground zero.  Amazing.  I could not live there and anymore than 3 days would drive me nuts.  There are so many people and just the thought of living in an apartment where my kids couldn't be outside as much as they are now.  I mean if they want to swing while I am making dinner that is great.  I was showing Brayden some pictures and told him those kids can't just go outside.  And he was like wow.&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad to be home.  I really missed my kids.  I had so much fun with my husband.  And am sad that he is heading out soon.  It just seems so much more real when he is overseas.  He travels so much stateside and so it wasn't that much different.  We could call him every morning and text throughout the day.  Now it is just emailing and waiting.  I love you so much Jim.  Be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SPbEQMUaTuI/AAAAAAAAAPk/1RYVF24dNnw/s1600-h/IMG_2967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SPbEQMUaTuI/AAAAAAAAAPk/1RYVF24dNnw/s320/IMG_2967.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257605397465419490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SPbEQX2Gl0I/AAAAAAAAAPs/FmQwkl2hIqc/s1600-h/IMG_3033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SPbEQX2Gl0I/AAAAAAAAAPs/FmQwkl2hIqc/s320/IMG_3033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257605400559523650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-2596949753265109728?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/2596949753265109728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=2596949753265109728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/2596949753265109728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/2596949753265109728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/10/nyc.html' title='NYC'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/_mHslWAFoefM/SPbEQMUaTuI/AAAAAAAAAPk/1RYVF24dNnw/s72-c/IMG_2967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-8245225875499294436</id><published>2008-10-07T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T14:01:07.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids and NYC</title><content type='html'>I leave tomorrow moring to go to see my husband one last time before he heads overseas.  I am so excited to have 4 days with him alone.  However, I have never left my kids before.  I mean they have slept at my parents but other than one trip to the beach and one night in Portland.  I have never been more than 5 minutes away.  I know they will be well taken care of and all that and I am so blessed that my  mom is coming to my house.  (less to pack) but I am going to miss my kiddos and if something happens know that God and my parents are with them until I can get home to them.  Brayden has mentioned several times today he doesn't want me to go.  And I should stay with him forever.  He is to young to understand all this.  But he will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing.  Aren't kids just so cute with money.  When we play store.  Riley and even Brayden could care less about the paper money.  They just want the coins.  I love the innocense that my kids have.  It is just so fun to hear Brayden say he is going to marry his babysitter who is 10 years older than him and Riley being such a mommy to her little dolly as she faithfully walks it around the neighborhood daily.  And also keeps the little boy next door from pushing her.  I mean he might hurt her dolly right?&lt;br /&gt;I was cleaning the house earlier and it got me thinking What is my favorite room of the house.  I have decided my bedroom.  I love my soft cushy bed and I get to relax in here.  Even if the kids are cuddling in bed with me.  It is all good memories. What is your favorite room of the house?  Do you love your kitchen? Bathroom because you love baths?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I leave in the morning.  My friend Tami and I have a long day tomorrow.  But we will enjoy talking, laughing and reading.  So, it will be lots of fun.  Then I get to see my hubby tomorrow night.  YAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-8245225875499294436?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/8245225875499294436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=8245225875499294436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/8245225875499294436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/8245225875499294436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/10/kids-and-nyc.html' title='Kids and NYC'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-9186147270885311566</id><published>2008-09-25T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:41:48.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking</title><content type='html'>For about the last week I have been watching parts of Rachel Ray.  That woman makes me want to like to cook.  I like to bake.  I love the smell of baking and measuring the ingredients.  I am a type A person.  So anyway I have been watching Rachel Ray and she inspired me to go through my recipes.  You know the ones that look good in magazines.  So, i found several I thought looked good and took Riley shopping and we got all the ingredients.  Well, last night was okay.  Nothing exciting but it was devoured and all gone.  And tonight was less exciting and I probably won't make it again.  My kids hardly ate any of it.  But here is the main thing I don't like about cooking.  MY HOUSE STINKS.  Tonight's recipe called for onions and garlic.  Now I know Rachel loves garlic and cooks with it in like everything.  But gross.  As yummy as it is and good for you to.  I just do not like my house smelling this bad two days in a row.  So, I think tomorrow I will bake and right now I have a yummy candle burning.  But we will take a break from the new recipes for awhile.  I just can't take the smell.  Oh and  I think I will turn off Rachel.  Love ya girl but I don't like how you make my house smell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-9186147270885311566?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/9186147270885311566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=9186147270885311566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/9186147270885311566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/9186147270885311566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/09/cooking.html' title='Cooking'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-6458540208567758439</id><published>2008-09-17T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:01:09.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff and single parenting</title><content type='html'>I don't know if I have said this before but I am not a stuff person.  I am not one that goes shopping looking for stuff for my house.  I am one who goes through what she has and says how can I get rid of stuff.  It weighs me down and I just get a heavy feeling if I feel like my house is cluttered.  Now don't get me wrong.  We have pictures on the walls and I have a book shelf with books and "stuff" and my kids have toys.  Today I was doing some tidying up out in Jim's shop and I started to have that feeling.  Like we don't use this why do we have it.  Why can't I get rid of all this stuff.  I Love Ipods and computers for the shear fact that I don't have to see stuff.  I don't like buying many DVD's because I don't see the point.   I would love to get rid of the baby stuff but I am to practical for that.  We are done having kids. (God willing) but I worry that what if when Jim gets home.  Now the one thing I haven't gone over board with is the kids pictures and art and stuff they get.  I love all there art and things.  That we may get overboard on.  So I have a question for you all.  If you could only take 3 things with you what would they be.  Clothes, tolietries and bible (Your going in a really nice RV, fully loaded) what would you take.&lt;br /&gt;Mine would be a laptop, camera and my special blanket.  Of course with this my husband and kids are with me.&lt;br /&gt;Now, the single parenting.  How do you get 4 year old boys to not get so upset about such small stuff.  Yesterday was horrible.  Brayden was just out of control and no matter what happened or what we did we had a complete melt down.  Now today was great until the end.  Right as I got out of the shower he freaked out.  I guess Riley wouldn't play with him while I showered and he was upset that I got out before she would play.  I think part of the better part is the fact that during quiet time I did art with him and didn't do all my stuff.  I got up at 4:30 to do all the banking and army stuff I had to get done.  So we have done lots of time outs in his room.  He does not like that.  Tonight he lost his books and only got devotions and bible stories.  That was of course devasting.  Then he said sorry for not obeying.  I had to explain he didn't disobey.  He just can't act like that.   It is okay to be mad, sad, angry and all that.  He just can't scream and wail.  That won't be allowed.  So I guess we shall see what tomorrow brings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-6458540208567758439?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/6458540208567758439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=6458540208567758439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/6458540208567758439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/6458540208567758439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/09/stuff-and-single-parenting.html' title='Stuff and single parenting'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-828372522623383539</id><published>2008-09-09T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T06:30:29.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SMZ5WA5O1YI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MA9XGPKiLFE/s1600-h/IMG_2865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SMZ5WA5O1YI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MA9XGPKiLFE/s320/IMG_2865.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244012235223651714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Brayden's first day of Preschool.  He was so excited and was ready and waiting.  He wants to go back everyday.  I am glad we are starting with 3 days before he starts 5 days with Kindergarten.  He had so much fun and loves his teacher.  She is someone who will truly shape his heart.&lt;br /&gt;Riley and I didn't quite know what to do after we dropped him off.  We came home and went for a walk.  And just hung out and played.  I don't think Riley quite knew what to do.  She was grumpy.  Then when I said okay lets go get Brayden she started smiling and getting excited.  This is going to be an adjustment for her. And me.&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that he likes it.  The whole school has also decided to adopt our unit and send them packages for Christmas.  They are going to love it.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many caring people out there and people that love my kids.  Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-828372522623383539?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/828372522623383539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=828372522623383539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/828372522623383539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/828372522623383539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-preschool.html' title='First day of Preschool'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/_mHslWAFoefM/SMZ5WA5O1YI/AAAAAAAAAPc/MA9XGPKiLFE/s72-c/IMG_2865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-573155630831790526</id><published>2008-09-06T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:21:00.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven and a great sister</title><content type='html'>I did some yard work the other day and I don't know if it is because Jim is gone and I have more time to think, Or if I just really hate weeks.  But, I was pulling a few weeds which turned into there are weeds in the grass and the flowers need to be dead headed.  Anyway, it all got me thinking about heaven.  A friend of mine said that in heaven she wants to be a master gardener.  So, I thought about it and something I am looking forward to (I mean besides God) is no weeds.  Beautiful grass for miles and great trees that don't sprout other trees in your grass or leave pine-cones or poking things.  Beautiful flowers that when they are done blooming (because I still want the changing of the seasons) the dead heads just disappear.  I think that is going to be great.  I am a doer.  I want to be Mary.  Who really gets it.  I want to sit at my lords feet and not get restless.  I want to be with the people I love and not be thinking of things that I have to do.  That leads into my sister.  Okay so we are very similar.  Sorry Jodi.  We both have a deep passion to know Christ deeper.  To have positive relationships.  And we both really love my kids.  She is amazing with them.  Now we are also so different.  But, I completely look up to her.  She is amazing.  She has such love.  She has great friends.  She desires to see all her friends follow Christ.  She wants to serve Christ as her life.  That is a major priority to her.  We are different because all those things that I just mentioned to her come before the things that are important to me.  I like to have things cleaned up and put away, before I go make a new mess and do stuff.  Nothing like coming home to a clean house when you are tired.  Jodi could live in a seriously dirty room.  But her friends and family know how much we mean to her.  Sometimes she seems a little spacy.  But, seriously I am believing she just has a lot of people in her head she is thinking about and praying for at all times.  So, Jodi.  You are amazing.  You are a wonderful woman of God.  I am so very proud to call you my sister.  I had a lot of fun being open and vulnerable with you tonight.  Keep up the work girl.  I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-573155630831790526?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/573155630831790526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=573155630831790526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/573155630831790526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/573155630831790526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/09/heaven-and-great-sister.html' title='Heaven and a great sister'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-3389155992236420622</id><published>2008-09-04T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T14:04:28.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Today is mine and Jim's 9th anniversary.  Very exciting time.  I cried a little this morning and Brayden said, Mommy why are you crying.  And I said well today is mommy and daddy's anniversary and daddy doesn't get to be here.  He said well mommy, Jesus and Riley and I love you.  Later after going to visit his class he picked me some flowers will we were outside.  That makes it feel a lot better.  We are also going to have pancakes for dinner since that is Jim's favorite and Brayden suggested that for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Jim is so busy I have hardly even gotten to speak to him.  He thinks after today things should slow down a little.  I am hoping so.  Otherwise I am worried that our time out there either won't get to happen or he will have to work.  Oh well I guess that is life in the military.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the last evening Jim spent with the kids and Jim and his good friend Dan.  Dan just switched over from the Navy and his wife and I are very close.  They live not far so we will be spending even more time together than before.&lt;br /&gt;God is good to give us such a great support system.  I am also the family group leader for our unit and it has opened my eyes to other people to serve that don't have the hope of Christ in this deployment.  So my prayer life has gotten even longer.&lt;br /&gt;If you think of it please say a prayer for our men and women serving.  As well as those left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SMBMoyk5LnI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Z-gFNZPw9SE/s1600-h/IMG_2837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SMBMoyk5LnI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Z-gFNZPw9SE/s320/IMG_2837.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242274229914250866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SMBMpO6cUtI/AAAAAAAAAO8/lKuOQ-VRH_w/s1600-h/IMG_2840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SMBMpO6cUtI/AAAAAAAAAO8/lKuOQ-VRH_w/s320/IMG_2840.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242274237520827090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SMBMpaCt9nI/AAAAAAAAAPE/QVtZn_MlUDc/s1600-h/IMG_2845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SMBMpaCt9nI/AAAAAAAAAPE/QVtZn_MlUDc/s320/IMG_2845.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242274240508327538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SMBMpoM3IkI/AAAAAAAAAPM/GqaR2eucrZw/s1600-h/IMG_2847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SMBMpoM3IkI/AAAAAAAAAPM/GqaR2eucrZw/s320/IMG_2847.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242274244308968002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-3389155992236420622?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/3389155992236420622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=3389155992236420622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3389155992236420622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3389155992236420622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/_mHslWAFoefM/SMBMoyk5LnI/AAAAAAAAAO0/Z-gFNZPw9SE/s72-c/IMG_2837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-7449239331206131922</id><published>2008-08-30T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:47:26.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CLUBS</title><content type='html'>I have never been a clubber.  I don't dance and am not a big drinker.  I mean it is big for me to have one drink.  But, last night a bunch of the soldiers and there significant others were going out.  So we decided we would go to.  Now to start it off.  It was in Portland.  An hour away.  2nd.  They weren't going out until 9:30.  Yep a half hour before I am sound asleep.  And they were going to a very LOUD dance club.  So, we went and am I ever glad that isn't the norm for us.  First of all I totally see why people have relationship issues if they regularily go to those places.  And what is the point of getting so drunk you don't remember what you said or did or how you got home.  Why do stuff that will cause you to vomit.  Jim isn't a big drinker either and we were talking about it on the way home and we just don't get it.  I said I must be old and he said or we are just old fashioned.  I don't enjoy the incredibly loud music or having to yell in peoples ears for us to have a converstation.  I don't enjoy being pushed around or acosted by a woman who thinks the soldier I am standing by is my husband (which he wasn't, Jim had gone to the bathroom) and so she was in my face and clawing at me.  I don't like having my space invaded.&lt;br /&gt;So, overall I have once again come home and am so thankful for the simple life I lead and the fact that my life isn't that life.  I never wanted that life and I am glad I am not living it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-7449239331206131922?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/7449239331206131922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=7449239331206131922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/7449239331206131922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/7449239331206131922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/08/clubs.html' title='CLUBS'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-1593070767577831759</id><published>2008-08-22T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T06:10:13.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Times</title><content type='html'>Right now our life is up in turmoil.  I am feeling on edge and I don't know if it is just rowdy boy or if Brayden is getting worked up about daddy leaving or what but Brayden and I are conflicting.  He is such a great kid but lately he is so ornery with Riley and I feel like it is worse than normal.  But then with all the stress in our life I don't know if it is just his way of getting attention or what.  Riley is such a busy girl.  She is a climber.  She can get on the trampoline herself on the counters you name it that kid can get on it.  I am so tired by the end of the day.  But on to happier things.&lt;br /&gt;We have had a fun summer.  We went to the zoo, we are heading to the beach this weekend (Praise the Lord) We got a trampoline.  If you have kids it is a wonderful way to use up energy.  You can even put it in a small yard.  We had family pictures done.  They are wonderful.  Thanks again Nancy.  We went camping.  And for the most part Jim has gotten to be with us.  We are looking towards his leaving and he is full time Army now.  So, we are heading to the beach this weekend for some much needed R and R and some quaility time before he leaves. &lt;br /&gt;I am also excited about fall.  We had a week or so of extremely hot weather.  Which made me so thankful again that I have A.C.  And we were watering for my parents, so not only were we glad to see the rain come and cool things down but also so that we didn't have to water so much.  Something funny though is with a trampoline we used the sprinkler lots under it and the grass under the trampoline is so nice and green.  We are glad that my family is back.  They were missed.  A month is just to long.&lt;br /&gt;One thing okay two that I am not excited about with fall is extra clothing you have to wear and take with you.  I love no socks and no sweatshirts and coats and all that.  As much as I love being cuddly warm it just takes that much longer to get ready. And the fact that my husband is leaving (duh).  Jim and I love Football and sweatshirts and just being cuddly in the fall.  It will not be the same without him here.  In so many ways.  I am having a harder time this time.  We talked about it the other day and we think it is because we know what to expect.  And with the kiddos.  Wow.  Jim will miss them so much and they will miss Jim so much.  Not to mention me.  I have done enough single parenting over the month here and there to last.  But, you do what you gotta do.  We need men and women to keep us safe and my husband is proud to do that for us.&lt;br /&gt;I also have gotten Brayden's school list.  I can't believe he starts school so soon.  Why do they grow up so fast????&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of our times and if you think of us please say a prayer that we do okay while Jim is gone and that Jim stays safe.  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SK66IdU9qVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9BWW2Fu8xMI/s1600-h/IMG_2690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SK66IdU9qVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9BWW2Fu8xMI/s320/IMG_2690.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237328071152740690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SK66I-sRaUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XaZbLc1rK7g/s1600-h/IMG_2697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SK66I-sRaUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XaZbLc1rK7g/s320/IMG_2697.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237328080108874050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SK66JKDvFwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/RGgWX-LFVk8/s1600-h/IMG_2718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SK66JKDvFwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/RGgWX-LFVk8/s320/IMG_2718.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237328083160078082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SK66J_g5ihI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xP2iuISRLF4/s1600-h/IMG_2722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SK66J_g5ihI/AAAAAAAAAKw/xP2iuISRLF4/s320/IMG_2722.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237328097509476882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SK66KKO_N-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/oGvPrQXa1-E/s1600-h/IMG_2726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SK66KKO_N-I/AAAAAAAAAK4/oGvPrQXa1-E/s320/IMG_2726.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237328100387141602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SK65VeHYmwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hX-rNTxqi9Q/s1600-h/IMG_2584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SK65VeHYmwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hX-rNTxqi9Q/s320/IMG_2584.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237327195190893314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SK65VqitpiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/L2gTCzuV_NA/s1600-h/IMG_2601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SK65VqitpiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/L2gTCzuV_NA/s320/IMG_2601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237327198526744098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SK65WDWQ7UI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OmUAnjTihns/s1600-h/IMG_2642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SK65WDWQ7UI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OmUAnjTihns/s320/IMG_2642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237327205185416514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SK65WTkdTxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/At1wPEVY8oc/s1600-h/IMG_2647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SK65WTkdTxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/At1wPEVY8oc/s320/IMG_2647.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237327209539915538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SK65WsoIeBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BFYUWJEfuZs/s1600-h/IMG_2671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SK65WsoIeBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BFYUWJEfuZs/s320/IMG_2671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237327216266213394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SK66Yjq8BEI/AAAAAAAAALA/9Di9His5kwY/s1600-h/IMG_2741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SK66Yjq8BEI/AAAAAAAAALA/9Di9His5kwY/s320/IMG_2741.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237328347733427266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-1593070767577831759?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/1593070767577831759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=1593070767577831759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/1593070767577831759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/1593070767577831759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/08/crazy-times.html' title='Crazy Times'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/_mHslWAFoefM/SK66IdU9qVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/9BWW2Fu8xMI/s72-c/IMG_2690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-8933222752464149800</id><published>2008-08-07T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T12:55:30.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is Good</title><content type='html'>This morning was one of those mornings.  It started out great.  Playing, singing, just having fun.  Jim didn't have to leave until 7 so that was great.  Then we loaded up into the van to go to the post office and to take care of all the peoples places we are watching. (It is a lot of work) The water was loaded (one of the families pump went out so I have to haul the water to water their plants and pets) the kids were loaded all the stuff was loaded.  I get in and I can't get the key all the way in the ignition.  Now my first thought is Riley.  She had gotten into the van via her brother and without my knowledge.  I thought great she has put something in there and now it is jammed.  So, I keep trying and nothing.  I was so frustrated.  Almost in tears thinking great.  So, we moved carseats and all that to the truck. (thank goodness Jim carpooled and it was there) and went to the post office.  On the way I called the dealership who told me it would be almost $300 to fix.  Plus I would have to tow it there.  Then I stopped off at the mechanic we have always used Westgate Auto.  The one guy was like well let me just hop in and run up to your house and see.  Well, he fixed it!!!  Just a little juggling of the key and in it went. Praise the Lord.  He then helped me transition everyone back into the van and we took him back where he lubed the ignition and away we went.  $25.  Yep that's right.  I was saying sorry over and over to the kiddos.  Not that I was mean I just had gone from a great morning to frustrated and upset.  So, needless to say even when things look the worst they aren't that bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-8933222752464149800?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/8933222752464149800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=8933222752464149800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/8933222752464149800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/8933222752464149800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/08/god-is-good.html' title='God is Good'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-4404423888691332265</id><published>2008-08-06T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:05:44.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up</title><content type='html'>It has been awhile since I posted and lots has happened.  Jim ended up having to be gone most of July.  The joys of being in charge.  We did get to go camping and go to the zoo.  The last 2 things I had on my list are coming up.  This weekend is family pictures and later in the month we are going to the beach for two nights.  I am so excited.  I am dreading Jim leaving.  It is coming way to fast.  We started talking about it last night and we both were getting sad so we changed the subject.  We have done this 2 other times and yet it seems harder.  &lt;br /&gt;On to other things.  We found out Brayden gets the preschool teacher we wanted for him.  I am so excited for him.  He is going to have so much fun.  He starts the week after Jim leaves.  That will be a nice distraction.&lt;br /&gt;Have any of you noticed how people who are very against the war.  No if's ands or buts tend to be rude.  Now I am not saying all but most of the ones I have met are grumpy, rude people who say they support the troops and yet are so rude about it you feel like saying please don't we don't need your kind of support.  I say a lady at the post office like that.  She had an anti war sticker on her car and then was in front of us in line.  She was so snappy and rude.  I just don't understand.  &lt;br /&gt;On a good note.  As my kids get older it is so cute watching and listening to them play together.  Brayden explains to Riley what they are doing and she mm-hmms along and they both end up giggling and having fun.  I just love that I am here to be with them and enjoy it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-4404423888691332265?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/4404423888691332265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=4404423888691332265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/4404423888691332265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/4404423888691332265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/08/catch-up.html' title='Catch up'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-2142861986858862948</id><published>2008-07-16T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:18:32.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pets</title><content type='html'>Most of you know that a year ago we were given a puppy for Brayden's birthday.  I am still sad (at times) that we don't have Charlie.  Especially when Brayden talks about him.  It makes me sad that I couldn't cut it.  &lt;br /&gt;I also believe that most of you know I occasionally will clean houses.  I have been cleaning for a realtor lately.  Houses that her clients have moved out of and what not.  So today I cleaned a house that reminded me why I am not ready for indoor pets.  She wasn't so good at keeping the cats from peeing in the house or whatever else she had had in there.  &lt;br /&gt;Now, Brayden has a strong liking to fish.  So for his birthday my parents got him a fish tank.  It is really nice and my brother got him some fish.  However, we have already lost one and another one is on the end.  Why does it have to be so hard to have an easy pet that doesn't stink or shed.  The fish are really great.  Both kids enjoy the fish.  I just hope we can get some more and have better luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-2142861986858862948?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/2142861986858862948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=2142861986858862948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/2142861986858862948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/2142861986858862948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/07/pets.html' title='Pets'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-3533698790608659873</id><published>2008-07-11T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T06:26:17.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was incredibly grumpy and upset at my husband.  Ask me what he did and all I would be able to say is he didn't call when he landed in Portland (yes that's right he deploys next month and the army keeps taking him away) like he said.  So, I did what any wife would do.  I texted him.  He texted back and said I will call you soon.  Okay so soon to me means I am just getting off the plane, getting to my truck I will get on the road and call you.  An hour and a half went by and no call.  Me: hum, I hope everything is okay.  So, I call. No answer.  I call again a little later, no answer.  Anyway I take the kids and head to my moms.  Try again.  Still no answer.  So, now I am really wondering what is going on.  He finally calls and I guess I kind of snapped when I asked what had happened.  Well, he got defensive and we ended up arguing for awhile.  Needless to say.  I adore my husband.  I love how hard he works, how he loves me and the kids.  I read this this morning and thought I would post it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOMSense, May/June 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What We Love About Men&lt;br /&gt;Men have some endearing, if not downright loveable, qualities.&lt;br /&gt;by April L. Estes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this age of male bashing and battling sexes, we rarely hear anything positive about men. However infuriating we claim they can be at times, we have to admit—men have some endearing, if not downright loveable, qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macho Attitude (or the reason they're the house pest control). We complain when men strut around and brag about various accomplished feats. But it's that same macho attitude that dictates they are the designated bug killers in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good 'Nuff Attitude Despite the times I point out my husband's untucked shirt or dirty nails, it's reassuring to know if I forget the vacuuming, my best friend might notice, but my husband won't. The day I was in labor with our daughter, I vowed I wasn't going to the hospital until my house was clean! So my husband began vacuuming the rug. When my contractions were three and a half minutes apart, he said, "That's good enough!" We drove to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muscles (need I say more)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math Skills Since I married a chemical engineer, I've found shopping is a lot easier. My husband likes to think I ask him to shop with me for his companionship. While that's an added bonus, it's really his math ability I need. Show him the price of two items and he can tell me the better value faster than I can whip out my calculator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logical Natures (why men sometimes lack fashion sense or style). Why can a mother always tell when a father has dressed the children?Could it be the corduroy pants in July? To men, clothes are clothes! (For more on this phenomenon, see #2 Good 'Nuff Attitude.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their Passions (not that fishing/hunting/ NASCAR/paintball/motorcycle again). Men normally have an all-consuming hobby that seems to take them away just as it's time to clean the house. Let's face it—these hobbies also provide us with some much-needed "alone time" for ourselves once in a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frail Natures (watch out for his ego). Sometimes we have to walk on eggshells. But there are those rare times when men let down their guard and we get a quick glimpse of the little boy inside. During those moments we're reminded how much they still truly need us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ability to Focus (why dads can't watch the baby, fix dinner and check homework all at once). Since having children, my husband and I know where each other excels in our differing abilities. But I'm still envious of the way men seem to catch every word of their favorite show, despite the yelling toddler, crying baby, beeping oven and ringing telephone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a Woman Feel Like a Woman Only a husband in his specifically manly way can make a wife forget about her cellulite legs and wrinkles and feel like the most beautiful, desirable woman on earth. With a look, a wink, a touch, they somehow make our "to do" list fade away into oblivion. How do they do that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Spirits (if it weren't for men's fun antics, life would be pretty mundane). Perhaps that's why my kids scream for Daddy when he comes home. Hurray! The party's finally here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it: We love men for simply being men. We love the way they don't know the difference between fuchsia and purple. We love the way they can live off the land for a week with only a cup, duct tape and a Swiss Army knife. And we love men for making women feel like women. Three cheers for men and all they mean to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April Estes lives in Georgia, with her husband, Jay, and three children Savannah, 7, Alyssa, 5 and Jace, 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article first appeared in June 08 issue of MOMSense. Used by permission of MOPS International, Denver, Colorado 80231.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-3533698790608659873?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/3533698790608659873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=3533698790608659873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3533698790608659873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3533698790608659873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/07/men.html' title='Men'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-5870615960601155871</id><published>2008-07-09T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:38:56.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little man turns 4</title><content type='html'>So, 4 years ago right now I had delivered my boy but had yet to hold him.  He had been taken to be observed because the cord was wraped around his neck and they wanted to make sure he was okay.  Jim had called 5 min after he was born and was able to at least hear him crying.  What an amazing 4 years it has been.  I just adore that little guy.  He is so fun.  We have so much fun learning and teaching together.  I am sad that he will start preschool in the fall.  I don't like the idea of already being tied down by school.  And it is just the start.  I totally get why people homeschool.  They get to have there kids home with them more.&lt;br /&gt;So here are some pictures of my little man. Happy Birthday little man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SHWPj9CNvvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/5g5zds3Wvw0/s1600-h/DSCN0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SHWPj9CNvvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/5g5zds3Wvw0/s320/DSCN0322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221237190848003826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SHWPj2Wm0HI/AAAAAAAAAJM/lDtW4SafLhU/s1600-h/DSCN0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SHWPj2Wm0HI/AAAAAAAAAJM/lDtW4SafLhU/s320/DSCN0325.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221237189054484594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SHWPkKk5qPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jeQH2SxnctY/s1600-h/DSCN0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SHWPkKk5qPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jeQH2SxnctY/s320/DSCN0342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221237194483149042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is 6 days after Brayden was born.  We were still at the hospital and Jim just got in and was holding his son for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SHWPkdvlsFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ABERfUOF1vs/s1600-h/IMG_2503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SHWPkdvlsFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ABERfUOF1vs/s320/IMG_2503.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221237199628251218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SHWPlhdoR4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/6VO-6Qr4EtQ/s1600-h/IMG_2522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SHWPlhdoR4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/6VO-6Qr4EtQ/s320/IMG_2522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221237217806534530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-5870615960601155871?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/5870615960601155871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=5870615960601155871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/5870615960601155871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/5870615960601155871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-little-man-turns-4.html' title='My Little man turns 4'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/_mHslWAFoefM/SHWPj9CNvvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/5g5zds3Wvw0/s72-c/DSCN0322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-1383179119067488168</id><published>2008-07-01T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:38:58.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This ones for you mom!</title><content type='html'>So, my mom checks my blog regularily and I haven't posted in awhile.  Like I told her I have been thinking about it but don't quite know what to post.  We have been having lots of summer fun.  However, we always have the looming deployment over our head.  We just last week found out Jim will be leaving for about 2 weeks in July.  Oh yes.  2 more weeks.  Not all consecutive but it doesn't change the fact that he has to be gone and so close to the year deployment.  I am upset.  I am not upset at him but at our commander who knew for a month and a half.  So, just as becoming the trend at our house this year.  I am moving Brayden's party. (We had to move Riley's because of Jim's grandma's dying, yep plural)  So, other than that we have gone to the blueberry fields.  The gilbert house and my brother Ryan's for a fun morning of watching and feeding the fish.  He has a salt water tank and the shrimp cleaned Brayden's hand.  Brayden also hand fed the fish.  He loves them.  He doesn't know this but he is getting a tank for his birthday.  He will love it.&lt;br /&gt;So, here are some random pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SGqanu_7fwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/SgIj1AxG4Y8/s1600-h/IMG_2472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SGqanu_7fwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/SgIj1AxG4Y8/s320/IMG_2472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218153125683887874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley keeping up with her big brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SGqccf912jI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-pSPlklL6Ok/s1600-h/IMG_2477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SGqccf912jI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-pSPlklL6Ok/s320/IMG_2477.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218155131693292082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SGqcc_q0h1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ta09FngODXw/s1600-h/IMG_2479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SGqcc_q0h1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ta09FngODXw/s320/IMG_2479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218155140203448146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SGqcdAtYK2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/GVUh1yYZKFA/s1600-h/IMG_2481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SGqcdAtYK2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/GVUh1yYZKFA/s320/IMG_2481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218155140482607970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SGqcdbbVSuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/O7kh_HBz0fY/s1600-h/IMG_2482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SGqcdbbVSuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/O7kh_HBz0fY/s320/IMG_2482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218155147654679266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SGqcdriLCXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ulqcwjfHEuw/s1600-h/IMG_2483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SGqcdriLCXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/ulqcwjfHEuw/s320/IMG_2483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218155151978334578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SGqc6dISwlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/JHfhE7JDkSw/s1600-h/IMG_2487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SGqc6dISwlI/AAAAAAAAAIk/JHfhE7JDkSw/s320/IMG_2487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218155646327898706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SGqc8d24daI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KmVUd5JXzIE/s1600-h/IMG_2488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SGqc8d24daI/AAAAAAAAAIs/KmVUd5JXzIE/s320/IMG_2488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218155680883045794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SGqc89o-9qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/x4vI6UJU8Zo/s1600-h/IMG_2489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SGqc89o-9qI/AAAAAAAAAI0/x4vI6UJU8Zo/s320/IMG_2489.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218155689414686370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SGqc9YWvCdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/IY1yBxblOr4/s1600-h/IMG_2490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SGqc9YWvCdI/AAAAAAAAAI8/IY1yBxblOr4/s320/IMG_2490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218155696585902546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-1383179119067488168?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/1383179119067488168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=1383179119067488168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/1383179119067488168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/1383179119067488168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-ones-for-you-mom.html' title='This ones for you mom!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/_mHslWAFoefM/SGqanu_7fwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/SgIj1AxG4Y8/s72-c/IMG_2472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-4438321886947096405</id><published>2008-06-04T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:38:58.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My brother Ryan</title><content type='html'>Today my brother Ryan is 23.  He is my closest in age sibling.  I like to think we are really close.  And for his birthday our friend who plays with Rihanna was in town and because he is my friend too (more my husbands) I was invited.  Rihanna is a very nice girl.  Very friendly and all that.  Kevin is a kick.  We had great seats and because of the changes in the set we could see him very well.  It was fun to hang out on his bus and with the dancers and back up singers.  And while we were chatting with Rihanna we also met Greg Oden.  Can I just say I have never felt so small in my life.  It was a very fun evening/afternoon.  My children were well cared for by my mother. THANKS AGAIN MOM!!  And I am still incredibly tired.  My ears aren't ringing anymore which is great.  I am not really into that kind of music.  I like Rihanna but only know a couple of her songs.  So, the other bands that played were just a lot of thumping and noise to me.  Anyway, here are some pictures of our time.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SEdZ7_x94dI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dMBX7QZGL2U/s1600-h/IMG_2372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SEdZ7_x94dI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dMBX7QZGL2U/s320/IMG_2372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208230381345432018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Kevin, Me, Ryan and Meggan (Ryan's girlfriend) at red robin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SEdcAvx94eI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zcbpOsmuuKo/s1600-h/IMG_2376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SEdcAvx94eI/AAAAAAAAAHk/zcbpOsmuuKo/s320/IMG_2376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208232661973066210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin and I before the concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SEdcA_x94fI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mb7p1lcsunw/s1600-h/IMG_2379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SEdcA_x94fI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mb7p1lcsunw/s320/IMG_2379.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208232666268033522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan,Me, Rihanna, Meggan and Kevin before the concert&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am off to bed and praying my kids sleep so good.  I need it.  This mommy is getting to old for nights like last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-4438321886947096405?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/4438321886947096405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=4438321886947096405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/4438321886947096405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/4438321886947096405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-brother-ryan.html' title='My brother Ryan'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/_mHslWAFoefM/SEdZ7_x94dI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dMBX7QZGL2U/s72-c/IMG_2372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-3679081283650283944</id><published>2008-05-28T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:42:08.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds</title><content type='html'>I go back and forth on having bird feeders.  With this time of year I love waking up early with the window open and hearing the birds singing.  So I have been having my bird feeders out and doing really well with keeping them full. But after yesterday I have decided we are taking a break.  I haven't ever seen the movie BIRDs but Jim told me there are birds after people.  Well the kids and I were playing in the back yard and the birds don't leave.  Now it would be okay if they were nice little pretty birds but they aren't.  They are black birds and blue Jays.  Now again.  I am all for nature.  But I mean seriously.  If we are out please leave.  So, I am on a brake with feeding the birds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-3679081283650283944?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/3679081283650283944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=3679081283650283944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3679081283650283944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/3679081283650283944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/05/birds.html' title='Birds'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-4541578078067795120</id><published>2008-05-22T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T07:23:31.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>I have been reading a series of books that are fiction and placed in the 1800s.  The girl in the book has been struggling with having enough time to spend with God.  I mean she has 4 kids. A ranch and just all that stuff to do.  It made me say yeah why doesn't she have the time.  I mean back in the day there wasn't anything to do in the evening and what not.  But then I went wait.  We say we are busier now than ever.  So, I thought I would evaluate my life.  I have so many luxuries.  I mean I don't have to grow a garden, wash my clothes, dishes and all that by hand.  I don't have animals and a ranch.  and for me.  I don't have any hobbies really.  And yet why isn't my time with God more regular?  It seems like the more convient my life is the less time I spend with God.  Is it just me or shouldn't it be easier to spend time with God?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-4541578078067795120?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/4541578078067795120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=4541578078067795120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/4541578078067795120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/4541578078067795120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/05/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-5705173826959135440</id><published>2008-05-19T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:38:59.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SDHmEY2aeJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mh-OdZ73ueM/s1600-h/IMG_2345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SDHmEY2aeJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mh-OdZ73ueM/s320/IMG_2345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202192007654176914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SDHmE42aeKI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lcU7x0InAHM/s1600-h/IMG_2346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SDHmE42aeKI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lcU7x0InAHM/s320/IMG_2346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202192016244111522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SDHmFY2aeLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/mDG4B0avPjA/s1600-h/IMG_2349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SDHmFY2aeLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/mDG4B0avPjA/s320/IMG_2349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202192024834046130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SDHmF42aeMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/o5FRgZ61nUU/s1600-h/IMG_2343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SDHmF42aeMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/o5FRgZ61nUU/s320/IMG_2343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202192033423980738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many of you out there do this but I blog in my head.  I know you don't see all these wonderful posts but all day I think I need to blog about this or that.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things I already thought about today.&lt;br /&gt;Green living, composting, playing in the sun, sunscreen, john deere, my precious children, my wonderful husband.&lt;br /&gt;So, first I would love to know your takes on green living.  I am for it.  I just don't know how far.  I want to do my part for the environment and all but then I think about all my conviences and I don't want to give them all up.  So, some things I thought of today were finding alternative for the yard other than chemicals.  I don't use many anyway but when I see some mysterious bug eating my roses I want them to leave.  And when there is clover in my grass I want it to leave.  But then I think about my precious children and don't want them touching the grass that was sprayed with chemicals and putting there fingers in there mouths.  We also played outside this morning and I didn't put sunscreen on them.  I thought they were just going to play in the sandbox which is in the shade, but of course being kids they didn't.  So, I was stressed the entire time trying to get them to the shade.  Yes, I know I should have just gotten the sunscreen.  I am thinking now with the wonderful weather sunscreen will just be apart of our morning routine.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some fun pictures of us in the sun the last couple of days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-5705173826959135440?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/5705173826959135440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=5705173826959135440' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/5705173826959135440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/5705173826959135440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-my-head.html' title='In my head'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/_mHslWAFoefM/SDHmEY2aeJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mh-OdZ73ueM/s72-c/IMG_2345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-7250176628774861193</id><published>2008-05-12T14:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:39:00.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black eyes, fun and mothers day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SCiyb42aeEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/78aAkkZXsDs/s1600-h/IMG_2259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SCiyb42aeEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/78aAkkZXsDs/s320/IMG_2259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199601961986062402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this was taken the day after Riley got her first black eye.  I am just sure this is where she will get her second one.  She is a climber.  Brayden wasn't.  I think she is watching him though.  She can get in the rocking chair and on the couch.  She is a go getter.  Her eye is already healed.  It only took a week.  It is still a tiny bit bruised but at least now I don't get stopped everywhere I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SCizeo2aeFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TYgXOA3iIz8/s1600-h/IMG_2254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SCizeo2aeFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TYgXOA3iIz8/s320/IMG_2254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199603108742330450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SCizfY2aeGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/girLTpYfge4/s1600-h/IMG_2285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SCizfY2aeGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/girLTpYfge4/s320/IMG_2285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199603121627232354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SCizf42aeHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qv1h1tfTevc/s1600-h/IMG_2286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SCizf42aeHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qv1h1tfTevc/s320/IMG_2286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199603130217166962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brayden is in a new phase where he likes to take pictures.  It is very fun to check out my camera later and see what I have.  I have lots of pictues of the floor or side of my head or teddy bears.  Also, my kids love to play in the tub.  I have found that if I let Riley climb into the bathtub it is a great way to clean the bathrooms.  She takes her dolly in with her and has started washing her.  So fun.&lt;br /&gt;Mother's day was great here.  The kids and Jim gave me a gift card to JCPenny's and I got some cute clothes.  And we had fun at church and we all napped.  Can't ask for more than that.  Oh and my mom helped my son make me a very sweet mother's day card.  IT was great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-7250176628774861193?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/7250176628774861193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=7250176628774861193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/7250176628774861193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/7250176628774861193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/05/black-eyes-fun-and-mothers-day.html' title='Black eyes, fun and mothers day'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/_mHslWAFoefM/SCiyb42aeEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/78aAkkZXsDs/s72-c/IMG_2259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-8977033381743573695</id><published>2008-05-03T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:39:01.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SBzHyPhA-VI/AAAAAAAAAF4/OEYpsYISkTc/s1600-h/IMG_2230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SBzHyPhA-VI/AAAAAAAAAF4/OEYpsYISkTc/s320/IMG_2230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196247736051104082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SBzHyfhA-WI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7y62QmDnxnU/s1600-h/IMG_2231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SBzHyfhA-WI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7y62QmDnxnU/s320/IMG_2231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196247740346071394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a busy, fun week.  I didn't have lots on the schedule just stuff that came up.  We walk almost daily up the street to a new fire station that is being built.  And one day while we were walking up there our friend who is a fireman happened to be working.  So, we went in and Brayden got to sit in the fire truck and see all the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day we walked up there again and they were backing the fire truck back into the garage and so we stood there and watched and then the firemen got out and let Brayden sit in the fire truck, gave him trading cards (if you get them signed by the firemen on the card or collect a certain amout you get to eat with the firemen at the firestation) The captain signed his.  And gave him a hat.  Which Riley loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SBzIfPhA-XI/AAAAAAAAAGI/eWSWBQUDGi0/s1600-h/IMG_2242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SBzIfPhA-XI/AAAAAAAAAGI/eWSWBQUDGi0/s320/IMG_2242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196248509145217394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day we had a playdate and Brayden got to watch them feed the lizard crickets which was also a highlight.  We also had lunch with daddy and got to play outside.  Then yesterday afternoon while playing outside.  Brayden was playing T-Ball and Riley loving to be with Brother all the time and close to him.  Got a little close.  I am just thankful the bat was foam.  I can't imagine what it would have done had it been wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SBzJU_hA-YI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LcNr5I94gI8/s1600-h/IMG_2250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SBzJU_hA-YI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LcNr5I94gI8/s320/IMG_2250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196249432563186050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully she is doing fine and it just looks bad.  I mean it hurts her but only if it gets bumped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-8977033381743573695?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/8977033381743573695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=8977033381743573695' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/8977033381743573695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/8977033381743573695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/05/busy-week.html' title='Busy week'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/_mHslWAFoefM/SBzHyPhA-VI/AAAAAAAAAF4/OEYpsYISkTc/s72-c/IMG_2230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-7402147818538213670</id><published>2008-04-28T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:52:15.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TV shows that make me thankful for my life</title><content type='html'>Okay so I admit that I occasionally watch "The Hills".  Now it is a complete drama show.  It always makes me thankful that I don't care so much about fashion and how I look.  That I don't go out to bars and party.  That I am happily married and that I didn't live with Jim before we got married.  I just don't know how people do it.  I just could not live in LA and live the big city life.  The noise the drama the fashion and just go,go lifestyle.  Just give me the farm life.  Or in my case the slow stay at home W. Salem life.&lt;br /&gt;Another show that I watch (which I love) is Jon &amp; Kate plus eight.  Jim watches it with me sometimes and he can't stand Kate.  He doesn't know how anyone could put up with someone like her.  Which I remind him to be thankful for me!!  I watch it and am so thankful for my 2 kids.  I just can't imagine ever leaving the house with that many kids.  I just am reminded that God only gives us what we can handle.  I just don't think I could handle it.  I love kids but not that many.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-7402147818538213670?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/7402147818538213670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=7402147818538213670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/7402147818538213670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/7402147818538213670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/04/tv-shows-that-make-me-thankful-for-my.html' title='TV shows that make me thankful for my life'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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-27490875.post-7367867629006131951</id><published>2008-04-20T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:39:01.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRG, Snow and sweet sayings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SAwI_5HiuAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZturXKJbjqI/s1600-h/IMG_2212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SAwI_5HiuAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZturXKJbjqI/s320/IMG_2212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191534364208576514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SAwJAJHiuBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/GSEGlJt2PS8/s1600-h/IMG_2211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SAwJAJHiuBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/GSEGlJt2PS8/s320/IMG_2211.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191534368503543826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having fun driving a HumVee&lt;br /&gt;I had my FRG (Family Rediness Group) for the army.  I had our family day today.  I am the leader and I am just trying to be proactive on getting people informed and prepared for our upcoming deployment.  It went really well.  I really need volunteers and so I put the word out and I really think that I will have what I need now.  I am so glad.  Because with so many soldiers going anything to make it easier is great.&lt;br /&gt;So bright and early I took Riley to my parents.  I just knew it would be a long day and I needed to be able to talk to people and not worry about her and she still takes 2 naps and it would've been just crazy to have her there. Then Brayden and I went and picked up our friends so that we could car pool.  And it started snowing.  Like seriously snowing.  We are talking driving like we were in a blizzard.  So my question is, Global Warming?  How does that work when we are having snow at the end of April?  &lt;br /&gt;When we came home the kids were exhausted and went to bed early.  I am glad because I am so tired and need to go to sleep.  Brayden played so hard and had so much fun.   He loves the soldiers and they treat him great.  I never have to worry about him up there because everyone knows who he is and look out for him.&lt;br /&gt;But when we got home and I got him all tucked in I gave him a kiss and said thanks for being such a great boy today and he said "Thanks for being a great mommy."  How precious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bd.lilypie.com/MxQ-m8.png" alt="Lilypie Expecting a baby Ticker" border="0" width="400" height="80" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27490875-7367867629006131951?l=kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/feeds/7367867629006131951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27490875&amp;postID=7367867629006131951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/7367867629006131951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27490875/posts/default/7367867629006131951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-mylifeathome.blogspot.com/2008/04/frg-snow-and-sweet-sayings.html' title='FRG, Snow and sweet sayings'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14348719666231836262</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/_mHslWAFoefM/SAwI_5HiuAI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ZturXKJbjqI/s72-c/IMG_2212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27490875.post-5546043297944937194</id><published>2008-04-15T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:39:02.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunriver and sickness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SAV3zhqG_lI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4uKh0nIcQU0/s1600-h/IMG_2088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SAV3zhqG_lI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4uKh0nIcQU0/s320/IMG_2088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189685872706387538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SAV3zxqG_mI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pOIoruvG5b0/s1600-h/IMG_2098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SAV3zxqG_mI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pOIoruvG5b0/s320/IMG_2098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189685877001354850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SAV30BqG_nI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_diniiY0iMA/s1600-h/IMG_2105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SAV30BqG_nI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_diniiY0iMA/s320/IMG_2105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189685881296322162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SAV30hqG_oI/AAAAAAAAAFY/13kdHdbh5Oo/s1600-h/IMG_2113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SAV30hqG_oI/AAAAAAAAAFY/13kdHdbh5Oo/s320/IMG_2113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189685889886256770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SAV30xqG_pI/AAAAAAAAAFg/amzxWp8c8yQ/s1600-h/IMG_2115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mHslWAFoefM/SAV30xqG_pI/AAAAAAAAAFg/amzxWp8c8yQ/s320/IMG_2115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189685894181224082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time in Sunriver and played WII.  Oh my.  I don't like video games and that is one that I want to own.  I told Jim we could get it for him for Christmas and when he gets home it would be here for him to play.  But we would practice till he gets here. &lt;br /&gt;Then last Thursday I woke up with Pink eye.  No big deal I have had it many tmes.  But while we were filling my RX.  Riley threw up.  And she did that throughout the night.  And she was lethargic the next day and then wanted some food by dinner time.  Then threw up again and then on Saturday had a little more energy and then Diarrea on Saturday night and Sunday was really lethargic.  So, I took her to the doctor on Monday and my poor little sweet heart had a sore throat and ear infection.  So, today she had a lot more energy.  I am so glad.  There is nothing worse then a sick kid who just wants to be held and sleep.  I mean don't get me wrong I love being able to just sit and hold her but it makes me sad to see my incredibly active kid just sit.&lt;br /&gt;And of course like usual Jim was here the first day and gone the rest of the time.  He was in town yesterday and gone again today.  How he always gets to be gone when we are sick I don't know.  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