<?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-6348598007824186160</id><updated>2011-09-03T08:55:18.678-07:00</updated><category term='sleep'/><category term='travel'/><category term='church'/><category term='memes'/><category term='caleb'/><category term='books'/><category term='eating'/><category term='family'/><category term='play'/><category term='Alia'/><category term='faith'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='learning'/><category term='health'/><category term='diapering'/><category term='troy'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='toys'/><title type='text'>Emerging Family</title><subtitle type='html'>sharing the adventure</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>334</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348598007824186160.post-5312616714083382548</id><published>2010-03-29T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T15:22:44.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alia'/><title type='text'>i get to see this every day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/S7EoG5VgzeI/AAAAAAAAAr0/TaVEbvR5zXA/s1600/IMG_6663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/S7EoG5VgzeI/AAAAAAAAAr0/TaVEbvR5zXA/s200/IMG_6663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454184722657758690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/S7En3Dtt45I/AAAAAAAAArU/58BcMMNvca0/s1600/IMG_6663.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/S7En3wiQHqI/AAAAAAAAArk/LcKFQiD8wis/s1600/IMG_6731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/S7En3wiQHqI/AAAAAAAAArk/LcKFQiD8wis/s160/IMG_6731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/S7En3fK3HaI/AAAAAAAAArc/1i5HBf1qEYI/s1600/IMG_6716.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/S7En4WJc5uI/AAAAAAAAArs/x2KmSaP7aXs/s1600/IMG_6785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/S7En4WJc5uI/AAAAAAAAArs/x2KmSaP7aXs/s160/IMG_6785.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have my permission to be jealous&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-5312616714083382548?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5312616714083382548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=5312616714083382548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/5312616714083382548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/5312616714083382548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-get-to-see-this-every-day.html' title='i get to see this every day'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_dJmP1HiPqiw/S7EoG5VgzeI/AAAAAAAAAr0/TaVEbvR5zXA/s72-c/IMG_6663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348598007824186160.post-7298592851629505111</id><published>2010-02-24T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T15:26:51.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Ali's future husband</title><content type='html'>Just a few notes:&lt;br /&gt;We love you and are praying for you&lt;br /&gt;She likes to wake up slowly.  Breakfast in bed will probably be a big hit with her.&lt;br /&gt;If you are lucky enough to have her smiling at you every day you better not blow it by making her cry.&lt;br /&gt;She loves flowers, especially pink ones.&lt;br /&gt;When she's sick she just wants someone to talk to her and take care of her.  She doesn't ask for much so please do your best when she does ask.&lt;br /&gt;Bathtime is her favorite, think bubblebath as gifts.&lt;br /&gt;She loves to laugh so work on your sense of humor and comedic timing.&lt;br /&gt;Encourage her to call her mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/troy.schneringer/September2009#5441955531661243890'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2o1SuibMpIM/S4W1uSwj9fI/AAAAAAAAG_0/H4wAGGoK9zM/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-7298592851629505111?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7298592851629505111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=7298592851629505111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/7298592851629505111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/7298592851629505111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-ali-future-husband.html' title='To Ali&amp;#39;s future husband'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://lh6.ggpht.com/_2o1SuibMpIM/S4W1uSwj9fI/AAAAAAAAG_0/H4wAGGoK9zM/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348598007824186160.post-3185792172920213437</id><published>2010-02-15T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:13:29.260-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>valentine's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sure signs it's valentine's day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**caleb gave ali a kiss**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/S3nGIYidhdI/AAAAAAAAAo4/GlFINwzUEr4/s1600-h/IMG_6555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/S3nGIYidhdI/AAAAAAAAAo4/GlFINwzUEr4/s200/IMG_6555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438595872354829778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**i woke up and put on pink socks**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**roses had to be picked out of ali's mouth**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/S3nEugnh5RI/AAAAAAAAAoY/C3HsBwettwc/s1600-h/IMG_6569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/S3nEugnh5RI/AAAAAAAAAoY/C3HsBwettwc/s160/IMG_6569.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**the stickers on my hands and face were hearts**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**a "true love" balloon followed me around pet smart**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-3185792172920213437?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3185792172920213437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=3185792172920213437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/3185792172920213437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/3185792172920213437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html' title='valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_dJmP1HiPqiw/S3nGIYidhdI/AAAAAAAAAo4/GlFINwzUEr4/s72-c/IMG_6555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348598007824186160.post-2070995398054063684</id><published>2010-02-12T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T14:07:31.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs</title><content type='html'>Caleb is at that fun singing-on-his-own stage.  So I hear a lot of sings coming from him at various times.  Here's a list of the most popular:&lt;br /&gt;The pirates who don't do anything&lt;br /&gt;Micky mouse clubhouse theme&lt;br /&gt;We are rough (pirate chant)&lt;br /&gt;Old mcdonald had a farm&lt;br /&gt;You are my sunshine &lt;br /&gt;Arg arg arg (another pirate chant)&lt;br /&gt;Fuzzy and blue&lt;br /&gt;The sword of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;He's got the whole world in his hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-2070995398054063684?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2070995398054063684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=2070995398054063684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/2070995398054063684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/2070995398054063684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/songs.html' title='Songs'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-1909676984877726817</id><published>2010-02-09T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:52:45.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime stalling techniques by Caleb</title><content type='html'>•I need ice cubes in my water bottle&lt;br /&gt;•Sing me another song please (especially works if he asks for "He's got the whole world in His hands" cuz it's long!)&lt;br /&gt;•Don't leave me alone please&lt;br /&gt;•Snuggle me&lt;br /&gt;•I need talk to you Monmy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-1909676984877726817?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1909676984877726817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=1909676984877726817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/1909676984877726817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/1909676984877726817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/bedtime-stalling-techniques-by-caleb.html' title='Bedtime stalling techniques by Caleb'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-4747026284092818656</id><published>2010-02-05T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T20:53:58.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>We are so busy right now.  So busy.  Or, I should say, Troy is so busy and I'm busy trying not to go crazy or let him drown in his busy-ness.  Here's what he typical weekdays look like for him:&lt;br /&gt;Monday: work, go to class, come home late and do some homework&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: work, help get kids to bed, homework while I go to community group&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: same as Monday&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: work, help get kids to bed, homework or group project meeting&lt;br /&gt;Friday: work, help with kids, DATE NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Saturday/sunday: fun with family except for homework during naps, get kids to bed, one night of friends and one night of homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes!  But we are halfway done with the quarter and after this one, having one class next quarter wil probably seem like a breeze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-4747026284092818656?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4747026284092818656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=4747026284092818656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/4747026284092818656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/4747026284092818656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-5766221982115621305</id><published>2010-01-23T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T14:19:57.167-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><title type='text'>spelling vs reading</title><content type='html'>rumor has it that good readers are good spellers.  that is not true for me.  i love to read and read a lot, but i am a horrendous speller.  i think the disconnected started when i was very young.  my parents tell the story of when i was 3 or so and would get into the playpen with my sister, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hanell&lt;/span&gt;, to read to her.  we had a book that had animal pictures in it.  i always used to read the letters and then the word.  "P-U-P-P-Y... DOG!" &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; afraid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; will have the same issue.  the other day, we were playing with stamps.  he has a stamp from &lt;a href="http://g-ratedrubberstamps.com/"&gt;gram&lt;/a&gt; that says &lt;a href="http://g-ratedrubberstamps.com/product.aspx?pid=428"&gt;HUGS&lt;/a&gt; that we were using.  and he was reading it to me, "H-U-G-S... SNUGGLES!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love that boy!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-5766221982115621305?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5766221982115621305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=5766221982115621305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/5766221982115621305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/5766221982115621305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/spelling-vs-reading.html' title='spelling vs reading'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-8737096514294417819</id><published>2010-01-17T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:05:57.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus is coming!</title><content type='html'>everyone prepare, Jesus is returning soon!  how do i know?  tuna.&lt;div&gt;need more explanation?  ok, here goes... a couple of years ago, i went out and bought tuna at costco.  i figured, it never goes bad and this way i wouldn't be out of it when i wanted some.  well, then it got pushed back in our pantry and i forgot about it.  so, the next time i was at the store, i bought some tuna.  and it was on sale, so i bought quite a bit.  that way i wouldn't run out, right?  as troy was helping me put it all away, he found the costco tuna.  he told me that i would never have to buy tuna again until Jesus came back.  and today, i opened the last can.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, get ready!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-8737096514294417819?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8737096514294417819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=8737096514294417819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/8737096514294417819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/8737096514294417819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/jesus-is-coming.html' title='Jesus is coming!'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-1631246213178429794</id><published>2010-01-13T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:04:00.279-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>bedtime conversations</title><content type='html'>most nights, troy puts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; to bed while i take care of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ali&lt;/span&gt;.  but on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt; evenings, troy has class and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; in charge of both of them.  i let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; play with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;iphone&lt;/span&gt; while i put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ali&lt;/span&gt; to sleep and then i get to hang out with him.  &lt;div&gt;after we read a couple of books and brush teeth, we make our way to his room and read his Bible.  then i turn off the lights, pick him up, sit on the rocking chair, and then we have the greatest conversations.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;, it was about what's real and what's pretend.  we talked about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;micky&lt;/span&gt; mouse, buzz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lightyear&lt;/span&gt; and woody.  we talked about how pretend things are fun, but what we really love are the things that are real:  family members, friends, etc.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tonight we talked about heaven.  he was telling me that God lives in heaven.  he wanted to know what heaven was like and i told him that everything that was the best was in heaven.  i asked what he thought would be there.  here are some things he mentioned: lots of cool toys, chocolate cow milk, cold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;chai&lt;/span&gt; tea, chocolate candies, brownies, and mommy and daddy.  sounds great, huh?  then i told him the best thing about heaven was that Jesus was there and we would get to see Him.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; was so excited about that.  he told me that he wanted to go drive to heaven and see Jesus.  me too!  when the time comes, we'll be called home and i can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-1631246213178429794?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1631246213178429794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=1631246213178429794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/1631246213178429794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/1631246213178429794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/bedtime-conversations.html' title='bedtime conversations'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-6376606742251688473</id><published>2010-01-12T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T14:52:22.585-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alia'/><title type='text'>kids' names</title><content type='html'>following in&lt;a href="http://www.naptimediaries.com/2010/01/did-i-ever-tell-you.html"&gt; jessi's&lt;/a&gt; footsteps, here's a blog about how we arrived at our kids' names.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caleb Alan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/S05KNPkiJjI/AAAAAAAAAnU/9kzxzoTvZ00/s200/IMG_4285.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426356192406545970" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;before we had kids, we talked about naming a son zachary alan.  we knew we wanted alan as a middle name because it's troy's dad's name and he had always wanted to name a son after his dad.  and zachary just sounded good with alan.  but then troy told a couple of people what we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; were thinking and i just have this thing about keeping it to ourselves until we're really sure.  and the more people talked about our "someday kid" named zachary alan, the more i became convinced that that's not what i wanted.  so then finally we were pregnant and i was pretty sure we were having a boy.  and somehow, i just wanted the name caleb.  i love the story of caleb in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; the Bible and i love that he is described as loyal to God.  we talked about a few other names, too, but i distinctly remember one time, a few days before our ultrasound, driving home in the car and saying, "ok, if we are having a boy, his name is caleb alan."  so the day of the ultrasound, we called all our family and shared with them the excitement of our little caleb alan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alia Marie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/S05Odjd6rJI/AAAAAAAAAnc/M1_wT5TBWcU/s200/IMG_9663.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426360870671920274" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh girls' names.  so much harder for us.  troy loved the name abigail, and calling her abby, but as a teacher i had had a few negative run-ins with abigails.  plus, my cousin has a daughter named abigail.  and then troy liked the nickname allie, so he thought maybe naming her allison.  which is a beautiful name, but also my maiden name and i wasn't quite removed enough from it to do that.  plus, i knew the middle name would be marie because it was my grandma's, my mom's, and my middle name.  and to go from lauren marie allison to having a daughter named allison marie, was a little strange. so at one point, when i was pregnant with caleb, troy said, "let's just name a girl alia and call her ali."  but he was mostly kidding because he thought he had made up the name and wanted something that had more meaning behind it.  every once in a while, when we would talk about future kid names, i would bring up alia marie (because i loved it) and he would sort of just shrug it off.  fast forward a couple of years and we're pregnant with ali.  we went into the ultrasound with a couple of options (of which alia was not one) and we find out we're having a girl.  our top choice for name began with a "P" (and i'm not mentioning it because we might use it later and if i share it, i'll start not liking it).  but think about the initials P. M. S.  yikes.  i actually asked the ultrasound tech what she thought of a girl with those initials.  she said it was up to me, but she wouldn't do it.  bummer.  so, we're in the car, after the ultrasound, and wanting to call our families with the news... and a name.  so i again mention alia and ask troy to look it up on the computer to see if it is actually a name and what the meaning is.  and he does.  and we fall in love with it!  the name means "my God is Yahweh" or "Yahweh is God".  beautiful... and just what we pray for our precious girl.  more on the name&lt;a href="http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-in-name.html"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-6376606742251688473?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6376606742251688473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=6376606742251688473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/6376606742251688473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/6376606742251688473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2010/01/kids-names.html' title='kids&apos; names'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_dJmP1HiPqiw/S05KNPkiJjI/AAAAAAAAAnU/9kzxzoTvZ00/s72-c/IMG_4285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348598007824186160.post-3400038897159335526</id><published>2009-12-23T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:37:08.783-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alia'/><title type='text'>christmas dates</title><content type='html'>this year troy and i took the kids on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; dates!  troy bought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ali&lt;/span&gt; a beautiful little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; dress and they went to &lt;a href="http://www.cucinacucina.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cucina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cucina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and then out to &lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;barnes&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; noble&lt;/a&gt; where they looked at books together.  unfortunately they had lousy service at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cucina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cucina&lt;/span&gt;, but it's pretty fun that that's where he took her on their first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; date since that's where he took me for our first ever date.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; and i got all dressed up and we went out to &lt;a href="http://www.redrobin.com/"&gt;red robin.&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; had the mac 'n' cheese and i had my favorite crispy chicken tender salad.  we then split a milkshake!  our server was great and kept calling it a date and treated us super well.  then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; had pretty much the whole restaurant watching as he conversed with "Red" the mascot.  they talked about their differing shoe sizes (huge and little) and the color of their legs (yellow and normal) and the fact that they were both super ticklish! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was such a nice and special evening and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; already looking forward to next year!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-3400038897159335526?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3400038897159335526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=3400038897159335526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/3400038897159335526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/3400038897159335526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-dates.html' title='christmas dates'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-3818163013969634799</id><published>2009-12-23T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T08:03:44.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some advent highlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; insisting we buy a specific tree with colored lights.  and asking every morning to turn on "his colors"&lt;div&gt;decorating the tree and sharing stories about ornaments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="www.bellevuebotanical.org"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bellevue&lt;/span&gt; botanical garden&lt;/a&gt; with &lt;a href="http://www.naptimediaries.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;connollys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://travisandmarcy.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dorschels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;painting cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;making caramels and sneaking to the neighbors to hand them out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; dates (more on that later)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taking the kids to babies R us and toys R us to shop for each other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; playing with his nativity scene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-3818163013969634799?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3818163013969634799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=3818163013969634799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/3818163013969634799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/3818163013969634799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-advent-highlights.html' title='some advent highlights'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-2709875748410630300</id><published>2009-11-28T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:53:14.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thankful</title><content type='html'>following in the footsteps of &lt;a href="http://kellychandlercowan.blogspot.com/2009/11/sooo-thankful-for.html"&gt;kelly&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.naptimediaries.com/2009/11/cant-help-myself-it-feels-so-good.html"&gt;jessi&lt;/a&gt;, here's a list of things for which i'm thankful!&lt;div&gt;grace and peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the way troy looks at me even when i'm wearing sweats and haven't showered&lt;br /&gt;caleb singing "I love you baby Jesus" while playing with his nativity&lt;br /&gt;ali's smile&lt;br /&gt;bath time for the kids&lt;br /&gt;reading&lt;br /&gt;the look on ali's face when troy enters the room.  I hope she gets that from me&lt;br /&gt;conversations with caleb&lt;br /&gt;being close to family even when they live in other states&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;purple&lt;br /&gt;friends that feel more and more like family&lt;br /&gt;date night&lt;br /&gt;Qdoba after church&lt;br /&gt;the chance to spend every day with two of my favorite people&lt;br /&gt;the chance to spend a lifetime with my love&lt;br /&gt;chai tea&lt;br /&gt;game nights&lt;br /&gt;God's sovereignty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-2709875748410630300?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2709875748410630300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=2709875748410630300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/2709875748410630300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/2709875748410630300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful.html' title='thankful'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-1374625029543381345</id><published>2009-11-18T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T13:14:51.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreaming about shoes</title><content type='html'>the other night i had a dream that i was an auctioneer at a shoe auction.  i think i've had shoes on my brain because i'm kind of in love with little ballet flats... they are the shoe i've been praying would be in fashion because they are just perfect for me!  but of course, i still only have one pair, so i look at them every time i'm at the store and dream about christmas.&lt;div&gt;in this dream, though, the shoes were all pretty crazy (think crazy colorful plastic with mondo feathers and sequins.).  and sometimes i wouldn't show the shoe before auctioning it off.  i would just say, women's shoe, size 8, pink.  and you would just get what you got.  i think mostly people were happy, though, and i even snuck a couple of cute ones for myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-1374625029543381345?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1374625029543381345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=1374625029543381345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/1374625029543381345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/1374625029543381345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/dreaming-about-shoes.html' title='dreaming about shoes'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-5656380967239817118</id><published>2009-11-17T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:53:26.903-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>your girlfriend's ugly</title><content type='html'>about a month ago, my dad was teaching a class and asked this question, "what would you say to someone who said they loved Jesus, but not his church."  some guy in the class answered, "i like you, but your girlfriend's ugly."&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been thinking about that.  we've had several single guy friends in our life.  most of them are very happily married now.  and we LOVE the women they found to spend the rest of their lives with.  i wonder, though, how it would have been if we had not liked the women.  how could we be friends with someone, say we love someone, and then dislike the person they chose?  sure, we might not hit it off at first.  and it would take some time to get to know her.  but in the end, part of the very nature of the man is to be learned by knowing the woman he loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Bible says that the church is the bride of Christ.  it's messed up and can offend.  but how can we say we love Christ if we do not love His church?  it may be hard and take time and effort and patience, but in the end, part of the very nature of Jesus can be learned by knowing His church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-5656380967239817118?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5656380967239817118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=5656380967239817118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/5656380967239817118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/5656380967239817118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/your-girlfriends-ugly.html' title='your girlfriend&apos;s ugly'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-8731375062002133611</id><published>2009-11-12T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:43:47.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning, FMO</title><content type='html'> (for moms only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Ali is a very infrequent pooper.  But regular... every six days, like clockwork (well, except this time it was seven days).  I am drinking pear juice like it's my job, but I guess this is just how she is.  We've gotten to the place where I even have a special "pooping outfit" for her so that nothing else gets stained.  Oh the things a parent does!&lt;br /&gt;In some ways it's nice... I don't have to bring a diaper bag everywhere I go (unless it's been six days, then I bring two of everything). &lt;br /&gt;Ok, why did I write this blog??  I guess I feel like this is something I want to remember about Ali at this stage... won't she live that?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-8731375062002133611?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8731375062002133611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=8731375062002133611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/8731375062002133611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/8731375062002133611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/warning-fmo.html' title='Warning, FMO'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-4619580013695571034</id><published>2009-11-12T21:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T21:34:59.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation</title><content type='html'>Me: Caleb, I'm glad you're awake!  How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: I good.  I turn two in august.  I have dog party.  I eat dog cake, chips.&lt;br /&gt;Me: wow, that sounds like fun!&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: it so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-4619580013695571034?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4619580013695571034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=4619580013695571034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/4619580013695571034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/4619580013695571034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/conversation.html' title='Conversation'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-1436018172605673490</id><published>2009-11-02T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:28:40.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bar</title><content type='html'>Caleb saw me blogging and wanted to include one of his half-eaten chocolate brownie cliff bar.  So, without further ado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/troy.schneringer/September2009#5399652292373714754'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2o1SuibMpIM/Su9rJr2PF0I/AAAAAAAAF98/KA_U-kfs7Vk/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-1436018172605673490?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1436018172605673490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=1436018172605673490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/1436018172605673490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/1436018172605673490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/bar.html' title='Bar'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://lh5.ggpht.com/_2o1SuibMpIM/Su9rJr2PF0I/AAAAAAAAF98/KA_U-kfs7Vk/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348598007824186160.post-6437048701347410841</id><published>2009-11-02T15:22:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:26:16.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Present</title><content type='html'>This weekend, Caleb received a belated birthday gift of a viewmaster!!  I totally remember having one and absolutely loving it.  Anyway, Caleb loves it too but just calls it his present.  As in, "mommy, find present, please"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/troy.schneringer/September2009#5399651678465222770'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2o1SuibMpIM/Su9ql83C6HI/AAAAAAAAF94/RMQ_Hl3xkfs/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-6437048701347410841?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6437048701347410841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=6437048701347410841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/6437048701347410841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/6437048701347410841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/present.html' title='Present'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://lh5.ggpht.com/_2o1SuibMpIM/Su9ql83C6HI/AAAAAAAAF94/RMQ_Hl3xkfs/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348598007824186160.post-3852047042199804904</id><published>2009-11-02T15:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:22:39.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More words</title><content type='html'>Snuggle: started as "sungle" and has now become "suggle"&lt;br /&gt;Refridgerator: used to be "fridge" but has now morphed into "refridger"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-3852047042199804904?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3852047042199804904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=3852047042199804904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/3852047042199804904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/3852047042199804904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-words.html' title='More words'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-4938944725574160005</id><published>2009-10-31T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:06:12.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>I keep meaning to write some of the cute words Caleb says because I know I will otherwise forget.  So here we go:&lt;br /&gt;Music: this was caleb's first word.  It started as "sic" and for some reason is now "meggers"&lt;br /&gt;Guacamole: one of caleb's favorite foods, it started as "go-me" and is now "go-go-mol-y"&lt;br /&gt;Chamomile: the tea bags we have are brown so Caleb sometimes calls it "cammo-brown-meal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-4938944725574160005?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4938944725574160005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=4938944725574160005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/4938944725574160005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/4938944725574160005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-1252054135353848360</id><published>2009-10-09T14:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:04:21.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><title type='text'>recipes by chef caleb</title><content type='html'>1. cinnamon (best if made in the bathtub)&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;one cup water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;one cup "oil"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mix&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. ice cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;two special doggies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;duplos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;one purple silk flower&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mix using a water bottle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. cranberry muffins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;make ice cream (see recipe above)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;add two stuffed giraffes and a toy elephant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mix again (still using water bottle)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't forget to blow on them or you might "burn mouth"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-1252054135353848360?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1252054135353848360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=1252054135353848360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/1252054135353848360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/1252054135353848360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/recipes-by-chef-caleb.html' title='recipes by chef caleb'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-5031022634933783583</id><published>2009-10-08T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:04:16.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>mom</title><content type='html'>my mom's coming for a visit soon, so i've been thinking a lot about her.  i've got so many incredible stories of the things that she's taught me and just the way she raised the three of us kids.  and i've tried to put my finger on it a number of times; what is it that made her such a great mom??  some of the answers i've come up with were&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;she knew how to be what we needed, when we needed it: mom, friend, teacher, mentor, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she had a background in teaching so she was able to teach things very clearly and creatively.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she was in evangelism ministry, so she viewed life as a ministry already.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you know what mom would say if she was asked what she did right?  (and believe me, i've asked!) she would say she had no idea what she was doing, she just loved God.  the secret to being a better mom is to love and serve and follow and grow in relationship with God.  He created our kids so He knows what they need.  and what does He say?  Seek first His kingdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so when Mom comes, i think this time i'll do less asking her questions about parenting and more time asking her about Him.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-5031022634933783583?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5031022634933783583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=5031022634933783583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/5031022634933783583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/5031022634933783583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/mom.html' title='mom'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-7349544774562126041</id><published>2009-10-08T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:53:29.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>bridesmaid dresses and church membership</title><content type='html'>this week troy and i were talking about church (one of our favorite topics) and our place in defending, protecting, supporting, etc. the church.  i began to realize a correlation between church membership and my role as a maid of honor.  &lt;div&gt;as a maid of honor (and really i need to do this for all friends, but i more realize this as someone who has signed a marriage certificate), i see my role as supporting the marriage.  it is no longer that i support just the bride, but now i am supporting the couple together.  so when there are questions or concerns, i can listen and advise, but only in a way that encourages the marriage.  when things get tough, i can support, but only in a way that points toward oneness between the two people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and recently, i've seen my place at a church in a similar way.  as a member of the church, it is my job to support the whole church and the unity of the church, not just individual friends or families.  i need to listen and advise, but in a way that encourages reconciliation.  i can support, but only in a way that fosters unity.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know it's not a perfect analogy, but it works for me!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-7349544774562126041?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7349544774562126041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=7349544774562126041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/7349544774562126041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/7349544774562126041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/bridesmaid-dresses-and-church.html' title='bridesmaid dresses and church membership'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-8467512194640258451</id><published>2009-10-07T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:41:27.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>giveaway</title><content type='html'>here's a great way help out a special family and a wonderful cause.  the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ladd&lt;/span&gt; family needs our help in bringing their beautiful girl home from Ethiopia.  &lt;div&gt;the Bible says, "Religion that is pure and undefiled before God is this, to visit orphans and widows in their affliction..." (James 1:27 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ESV&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please visit their website and help them out... just don't win the prize i want ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bringingourbabyhome-onedayatatime.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://bringingourbabyhome-onedayatatime.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-8467512194640258451?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8467512194640258451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=8467512194640258451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/8467512194640258451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/8467512194640258451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/giveaway.html' title='giveaway'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-2948502843774807162</id><published>2009-10-02T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:25:54.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alia'/><title type='text'>smile that can light up a building</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;there's nothing better than seeing this every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/SsZ8zGzMwHI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Lcxozl63lXs/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/SsZ8zGzMwHI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Lcxozl63lXs/s160/IMG_0052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-2948502843774807162?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2948502843774807162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=2948502843774807162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/2948502843774807162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/2948502843774807162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/smile-that-can-light-up-building.html' title='smile that can light up a building'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_dJmP1HiPqiw/SsZ8zGzMwHI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Lcxozl63lXs/s72-c/IMG_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348598007824186160.post-5618085856743869420</id><published>2009-10-01T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:25:21.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><title type='text'>to get to the other side...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;before nap the other day, i asked caleb if i could kiss his cheek.  he said no.  i kept asking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can i kiss your head?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can i kiss your nose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can i kiss your feet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally, i gave up and asked, "well, what can i kiss?!"  he replied, "NOTHING!"  i laughed so hard and couldn't wait to tell troy the cute story.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so then the next day i said, "caleb, can i kiss your cheek?"  to which he answerer, "NOTHING!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparently, the punch line is all that really matters :)  he'll be one of those kids who comes up to people saying, "hey, i have a joke... TO GET TO THE OTHER SIDE... ha ha"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keep working on that comedic timing, kiddo!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-5618085856743869420?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5618085856743869420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=5618085856743869420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/5618085856743869420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/5618085856743869420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-get-to-other-side.html' title='to get to the other side...'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-228154760498833547</id><published>2009-10-01T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:45:51.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>salmon</title><content type='html'>a few days ago, i took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ali&lt;/span&gt; to see the salmon run.  if you've never seen it, it's one of those things that's pretty cool to learn about and way way cooler to get to see.  we went last year, too, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; was not nearly as interested so it was really more about me and getting out somewhere.  this year, though, he thought it was amazing!  &lt;div&gt;it was funny getting to see the big ones up close.  he looked at me and said, "fish &lt;i&gt;cute&lt;/i&gt;??" in this questioning voice like he knew "cute" was not the word he was looking for.  then he changed his mind and said, "fish &lt;i&gt;weird&lt;/i&gt;??"  again, not quite the right word.  so i suggested, "ugly fish!"  he looked at me and seconded, "SUPER ugly fish!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-228154760498833547?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/228154760498833547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=228154760498833547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/228154760498833547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/228154760498833547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/salmon.html' title='salmon'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-6287739005008398176</id><published>2009-09-30T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:14:22.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><title type='text'>all good things must come to an end</title><content type='html'>i was just standing in the hallway, holding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alia&lt;/span&gt; and minding my own business when, all of a sudden, i hear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; running and yelling, "TWO DOGGIES!"  oh no.  see, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; has "&lt;a href="http://www.twobluepeas.com/p-305-angel-dear-puppy-blankie.aspx"&gt;special &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twobluepeas.com/p-305-angel-dear-puppy-blankie.aspx"&gt;doggie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", a little lovey that he hates to be without.  but what he doesn't know... sorry, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;didn't&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; know... was that there were actually two of them.  that way we were safe to wash &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; and there would be no freaking out if one got left somewhere.  as of today, however, he has two doggies.  i think what happened was that #2 (as we call the hidden one) was with the clothes in the dryer that i then put on the bed when i needed to switch laundry.  and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; went into our room and now life will never be the same.  &lt;div&gt;his excitement was through the roof.  here's part of what he said, "two doggies... same same... two tags... two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; tags... two special doggies... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; have two doggies... two doggies same... two doggies on head... two doggies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sungle&lt;/span&gt; (snuggle)... two doggies sleep... two doggies!!"  so now what?  i can't take it away.  oh well, it was good while it lasted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-6287739005008398176?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6287739005008398176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=6287739005008398176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/6287739005008398176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/6287739005008398176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-good-things-must-come-to-end.html' title='all good things must come to an end'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-442886911062407744</id><published>2009-09-26T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:13:58.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two funny stories</title><content type='html'>i just love all the funny things caleb says.  and i need to get better and writing them down.  so, here we go:&lt;div&gt;1. the other day we were talking about "owl", which is what caleb calls his grandpa al.  we told him that grandpa's name was "alan" just like caleb's middle name.  caleb alan, grandpa al.  caleb looked at us a while (i didn't really think he understood) and then said, "same, same... caleb and grandpa caleb".  almost buddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. caleb loves those bunny snacks.  you know, the ones that are like goldfish crackers only taste better and are (slightly) better for you.  he loves calling them "honey bunny" and "yummy bunny" because they rhyme.  so, the other day we were talking about all the words that rhymed with bunny (honey, funny, runny, sunny, etc).  he decided to give it a try and came up with "dog bunny!"  then he started laughing as though he knew it wasn't right, but liked it anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-442886911062407744?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/442886911062407744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=442886911062407744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/442886911062407744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/442886911062407744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-funny-stories.html' title='two funny stories'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-8353078154143639459</id><published>2009-09-23T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:27:45.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alia'/><title type='text'>inflexible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; often been a bit disappointed by how inflexible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; is, at least in regards to sleeping and daily routines.  he likes to be in his bed, with the lights off and no noise around.  he likes to go to bed at his bedtime after having followed the usual routine of bath, pajamas, books, brushing teeth, reading the Bible, praying, and singing a song.  now that he's older, he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with skipping a part of the routine as long as he's been warned ahead of time (for example, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt;, tonight we're not going to take a bath, we're just going to go straight to brushing your teeth").  i was thinking that having another baby it was going to be so nice and different to have one more flexible than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; (because, in my mind, the only direction she could go was more flexible).  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;oy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alia&lt;/span&gt; is anything but flexible!  actually, during the day she's great... naps in the ergo, etc.  but at night time, man oh man!  she HAS to go to bed when she wants to go to bed, which is somewhere between 6:30 and 7:30pm.  miss it and the whole complex is in trouble.  last night, for example.  we went to community group and she fell asleep right around 7:30.  now, on a normal night, she would keep sleeping, i would dream-feed her at 10:30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; (a feeding while she's still asleep) and then she sleeps until about 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; and then again until 7:30 or so.  but not last night.  we had to do the unthinkable last night... put her in her car seat (which, in case i haven't mentioned, she hates).  so then we get home and spend the next 1.5 hours trying to get her back to sleep.  oh my poor inflexible children... and their parents!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-8353078154143639459?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8353078154143639459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=8353078154143639459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/8353078154143639459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/8353078154143639459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/inflexible.html' title='inflexible'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-3935427843610277590</id><published>2009-09-20T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T13:27:25.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><title type='text'>run-on words</title><content type='html'>a run-on word is two words that are strung together as one word with one meaning.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; has a lot of these.  some examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;feedyou&lt;/span&gt;: nursing... "mommy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;feedyou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ali&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;holdyou&lt;/span&gt;: pick up...  "mommy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;holdyou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;effway&lt;/span&gt;: this way... "please walk &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;effway&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;getchoo&lt;/span&gt;: get you... "bees no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;getchoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mommycomy&lt;/span&gt;: come here mom... "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mommycomy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;holdyou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; please"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get the idea :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-3935427843610277590?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3935427843610277590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=3935427843610277590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/3935427843610277590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/3935427843610277590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/run-on-words.html' title='run-on words'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-5729111592523953498</id><published>2009-09-16T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:14:54.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alia'/><title type='text'>complements</title><content type='html'>today &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ali&lt;/span&gt; got a special gift in the mail. &lt;a href="http://www.robeez.com/EN-US/default.htm?PriceCat=2&amp;amp;Lang=EN-US"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;robeez&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/a&gt; and not just any ones, these ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382268947529788866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/SrGpF18g7cI/AAAAAAAAAgA/BxtGti8H43I/s200/robeez.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as soon as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; saw them he took them over to her and said, "Ali have pretty shoes!" his wife will be so lucky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-5729111592523953498?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5729111592523953498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=5729111592523953498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/5729111592523953498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/5729111592523953498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/09/complements.html' title='complements'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_dJmP1HiPqiw/SrGpF18g7cI/AAAAAAAAAgA/BxtGti8H43I/s72-c/robeez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348598007824186160.post-1325879041737640864</id><published>2009-09-16T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:07:32.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><title type='text'>button holes</title><content type='html'>uh-oh.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; learned about button holes yesterday.  why is that a problem, you ask?  because now he likes them... a lot.  so last night he did not want to wear a normal pajama shirt.  no way! (which is something he's been saying a lot lately, by the way... we're trying to redirect him to saying "no thank you")  fortunately i was able to find a shirt other than his long-sleeve polo shirt!  and today he did not want to take the shirt off so most of the day, he kept pointing out that he had button holes on his shirt.  i hope he moves on quickly from this because we're going to run out of button shirts soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-1325879041737640864?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1325879041737640864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=1325879041737640864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb's&lt;/span&gt; life.  and i don't know why.  he's afraid of some things that i can sort of understand: the car wash, bees, etc.  and other things that i don't understand: dogs, ducks, bumpy streets, etc.  i can't blame the fears on bad experiences because (other than the car wash) he hasn't had any bad experiences.  one of my friends suggested that this age is when so much of their imagination develops and so that is affecting his view of things.  this could definitely be the case. &lt;br /&gt;but no matter why this is happening, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just praying that God would give me wisdom to help &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; not be frozen by his fear.  that i could teach him about faith and courage.  and that when he runs to me in fear, i could point him to the One whose perfect loves drives away fear.&lt;div 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title='fear'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-617073496027105223</id><published>2009-09-03T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T18:33:36.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can't take the psych major out of me</title><content type='html'>i was sitting here thinking back over my day and some of the conversations &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; had.  and all of a sudden, i was struck with the urge to do a psychological study.  i was thinking about&lt;a href="http://www.fivelovelanguages.com/"&gt; love languages&lt;/a&gt; and specifically how they manifest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt; in kids and how much of them are based on nature and how much is influenced by their environment.  one of my &lt;a href="http://travisandmarcy.wordpress.com/"&gt;friends&lt;/a&gt; told me that her oldest definitely has the love language of quality time.  and i was thinking that was showing up as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb's&lt;/span&gt; #1 also.  that got me thinking about birth order and love languages.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; wondering if oldest children have a greater &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;likelihood&lt;/span&gt; of having quality time as their top love language.  i wonder if this has to do with all the alone time they had with their parent(s) at the very beginning of their lives.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a firstborn, and my #1 love language is quality time (although i have a hard time having quality time unless &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; also getting some "quantity" time... like, i need to spend time with people in order to let them get close to me... but anyway...)&lt;br /&gt;so, if you know your love language, i would love if you would leave a comment with what it is and also what your birth order is.  now that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not in college, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to do a full-on study (obviously) but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just so curious...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-617073496027105223?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348598007824186160.post-3320900630018564816</id><published>2009-09-01T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:10:02.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><title type='text'>what's that taste?</title><content type='html'>one of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb's&lt;/span&gt; latest things is that things can taste "weird".  like soggy cereal.  or pure rice milk.  so now we only give a little cereal at a time so it doesn't have time to get "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wierd&lt;/span&gt;".  and we mix rice milk with goat milk.  oh the little things :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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taste?'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-1724876146994620969</id><published>2009-08-21T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T15:11:50.540-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><title type='text'>sweetheart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; is going to be such a good husband someday (and, in the meantime, a great son and brother).  today, he and his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nana&lt;/span&gt; walked to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt; where he asked to buy me a scone (he wanted a chocolate one but since they don't make those he settled on cranberry... good choice!).  then, we he got home, he walked in the door saying "Hi Mommy!"  when i came over to greet him, he said "Mommy, cute shirt."  love him!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-1724876146994620969?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1724876146994620969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=1724876146994620969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/1724876146994620969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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likes to spit so we avoid that area!  anyway, the two we feed are named Biff and Charlie Brown.  but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; doesn't call the second one charlie brown, he calls him "chocolate brownie."  he's so set on this, for some reason, that once when i said "sorry charlie" to him, he replied back with "sorry chocolate brownie!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-4738505229584426603?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4738505229584426603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=4738505229584426603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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that, coupled with having a short labor, has made this early postpartum time really good.  i feel great.  here are a few things i can do now that i could not do 9 days ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;pick something up off the ground&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walk down the steps in less than 3 minutes (even while carrying an infant seat)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get in and out of bed all by myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lay on my back&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walk without gritting my teeth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dance with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kiss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alia's&lt;/span&gt; beautiful face&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-2736726368537193216?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348598007824186160.post-4647699686736688041</id><published>2009-08-12T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:47:43.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alia'/><title type='text'>things i didn't need</title><content type='html'>it's funny now when i think back at how long it took me to pack my bags for the birth center. i spent so much time thinking about what to bring and pulling it all together. part of it was i wanted to have everything i needed (and had to figure out what to wear!) and part of it was that i lacked motivation to decide what that would be. &lt;div&gt;but here are some things i brought that i definitely did not need...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;relaxing and inspiring music &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;labor journal full of verses, poems, song lyrics, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;swimsuit for troy (if he had tried to change, he probably would have missed her birth)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;two different laboring outfits (i barely had time to get out of what i was wearing, let alone put anything else on) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;computer to keep friends and family apprised of what was going on.  i don't think this one even made it out of the car...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-4647699686736688041?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4647699686736688041/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348598007824186160.post-7049932240407161280</id><published>2009-08-11T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T12:37:07.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alia'/><title type='text'>memorable quotes from during labor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;on the car trip to the birth center, spoken because of the switch from active to transitional labor: "OH NO!  they (the contractions) get worse!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pulling into the parking lot of the birth center, toward the end of transitional labor: "Troy, if we ever win the lottery, can we repave this?!".  he promised.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;while pushing baby Alia out: "Alia, stop doing this to me!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a side note, one of the things for which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; regarding this labor and delivery experience is how connected i felt to my body and the whole experience.  i love that i remember what others were doing/saying and what i was doing/saying.  there's something really sweet about it, and i didn't even know it was missing last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-7049932240407161280?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7049932240407161280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=7049932240407161280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>She's here!</title><content type='html'>unlike last time when i was induced, epidural-ed, monitored, and spend hours and hours pushing, this labor was super quick!!  here's how i remember the day...&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;11am-12:15pm  visit cougar mountain zoo and do my best to waddle around seeing all the animals.  no contractions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12:15pm-2:15pm  eat lunch, put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; down for a nap, welcome friends coming for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;visit&lt;/span&gt;, still no contractions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2:15pm-3:00pm feeling like i need to a)use the bathroom, b)should finish packing my bags, and c)don't want to be around people.  have 2 mild contractions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3:00pm-9:15pm say goodbye to friends, call family to let them know something is starting, eat dinner, get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; to bed, win two games of ticket to ride.  mild contractions every 15-20 minutes but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not even timing them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:15pm-9:30pm finish packing, tell troy to start timing contractions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:30pm-9:40pm have three contractions, each one getting harder and harder.  call the midwife, start heading out the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10:15pm-10:55pm drive to the birth center.  worst 40 minutes of my life. contractions getting worse and worse, every 2 minutes or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10:55pm-11:13pm arrive at the birth center and have a baby!!  hardest and best 18 minutes of my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more fun stories to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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here!'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-4621020208815328796</id><published>2009-07-31T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:21:06.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>don't ask me how i'm doing</title><content type='html'>when i'm asked how these last couple of weeks of pregnancy are going, i typically say something like "i've been better" or "i'm hangin' in there".  i guess both of them are true, but i'm mostly just saying them to avoid an emotional melt down in public. &lt;br /&gt;i'm in so much pain, i can't even begin to explain it.  i know that the last few weeks of any pregnancy are full of discomfort and pain, but i'm pretty sure this is outside the range of normal.  some women (me included during my last pregnancy) try walking to stimulate labor.  i can't even get in and out of bed without help.  some go through a wonderful nesting period in preparation for their little one.  i can't even make it from one room to another in our little condo without stopping for support.  it's getting worse and worse.  yesterday, i couldn't even leave my house because a) i couldn't make it down three flights of stairs and b) i can't move my legs well enough to drive.&lt;br /&gt;i think i've been trying to just play it off as pregnancy pain and trying to be strong.  but today i started doing a bit of research and i'm starting to think i may have a broken or bruised coccyx.  that would explain a lot... the horrible pain, the difficulty moving, the intense swelling, etc.  i might be wrong, but i just have to find some reason (other than 9 months of pregnancy) for this pain i'm feeling, or i'm not sure how i'll ever work up the nerve to do this again!&lt;br /&gt;thank you to all the people who have stepped up to help me out with caleb or around the house.  thank you for all of you who are praying for me and for Alia to come soon.  and please, don't ask me how i'm doing, just know that answer is "horribly" and i'm not sure when it will change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-4621020208815328796?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4621020208815328796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=4621020208815328796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='learning'/><title type='text'>opposites attract</title><content type='html'>at least for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; they do.  he is really interested in opposites right now.  his first introduction to opposites was big and little.  we started talking about it by making "great big giant" balls of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;playdough&lt;/span&gt; and "little tiny baby" balls of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;playdough&lt;/span&gt;.  and then we had "great big giant" dog stuffed animals and "little tiny baby" dog stuffed animals.  for a while, he wouldn't even say "big", he would just make some growling, "great big giant" sound.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;now's&lt;/span&gt; he's starting to branch out to explore other opposites...&lt;br /&gt;tight and loose: we talk about this when getting into his car seat.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; pull the seat belt tight and then way loose.  back and forth.  it was fun and he learned tight and loose all right... but now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; he gets into his seat, he complains that it is "tight".  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; creating a monster!&lt;br /&gt;loud and quiet: i read in a book (or maybe i saw it on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;) that the best way to teach a dog to be quiet is to teach them the command "speak".  then they just start barking when told to bark.  anyway, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; learned loud and quiet in a similar way... playing the drums (aka hitting a pillow with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lincoln&lt;/span&gt; logs).  he was banging too loudly so we taught him how to play loud and quiet.  it's cute now to watch him see just how quiet he can be.  of course, he still prefers loud.&lt;br /&gt;over and under: i think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb's&lt;/span&gt; gram taught him this one by helping him step over a blanket.  for a while he then wanted to put everything on the ground and step over it.  and under is an easy one... what little boy doesn't drive cars under tunnels made of blocks?&lt;br /&gt;off and on: actually, maybe this was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb's&lt;/span&gt; first opposite.  off was one of his first words.  we must have spent hours with him laying on his changing table and asking for the light switch "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ott&lt;/span&gt;" and "on". &lt;br /&gt;there are probably more, but that's all i have for right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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attract'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-7591338829213490753</id><published>2009-07-22T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:54:38.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alia'/><title type='text'>mommy's belly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/SmeJcYy-pII/AAAAAAAAAcg/r6NS94kU5H4/s1600-h/tummy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361405002193478786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/SmeJcYy-pII/AAAAAAAAAcg/r6NS94kU5H4/s200/tummy.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; loves talking about my big baby belly.  recently he's been interested in measuring it with his little elephant tape measure (just like the one my midwives use!).  one day he measured the table and it was "3...4".  then he measured my belly, "5...6".  so apparently my tummy is bigger than a coffee table.  i mean, i knew i was big, but &lt;em&gt;furniture&lt;/em&gt; big?!  then later, when i asked him how big mommy's belly is, he replied, "13!!", which is the biggest number he knows :)  that's like a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;kindergartner&lt;/span&gt; saying "1 million" or a smart &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alec&lt;/span&gt; kid saying "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;infinity&lt;/span&gt; plus 1".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb's&lt;/span&gt; also been fascinated recently by my belly button.  at first, he was a little unsure why it looked so different from what he thought a belly button should look like.  so i explained that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ali&lt;/span&gt; makes my belly and belly button look different, a little funny.  so now he calls my belly button an "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ali&lt;/span&gt; button".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-7591338829213490753?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he wants to put lotion on her every day.  while he rubs lotion on my tummy, he makes her talk to him.  she often says "thank you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt;", "more lotion please", or "nice gentle hands".  it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he talks about reading her the "oops book" (&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Blue-Hat-Green-Sandra-Boynton/dp/0671493205/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1248211879&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;blue hat, green hat&lt;/a&gt;).  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;today at &lt;a href="http://www.bellamaterna.com/shop/home.aspx"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bella&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;materna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, he talked about buying clothes to help "mommy feed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ali&lt;/span&gt;".  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;every time we get in the car, he gets re-excited about "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; sit &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ali&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ali&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;seat belt&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;seat belt&lt;/span&gt;, yeah" since her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt; was just installed a few days ago.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;i look forward to watching this special relationship between them develop more and more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-1323015024282011445?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1323015024282011445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=1323015024282011445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/1323015024282011445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/1323015024282011445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/caleb-and-ali.html' title='caleb and ali'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-85818266950671729</id><published>2009-07-19T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:52:21.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>some highlights of my weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; night, i thought troy was going to have to work... and he didn't!  we got to play games instead.  and i won 2 out of 3, so life was good!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; morning, friends babysat &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; so troy and i could spend a few hours on the beach, talking about the next 6 months.  we talked about what we need from each other, what we need to purchase, who we will go and visit, how we will spend our time during the week, etc.  a wonderful time of dreaming together about our new family of four.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;between &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nap times&lt;/span&gt;, troy and i checked off 4 things from our "to do before Alia comes" list.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;randomly, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; has been saying "Yo Baby".   no idea why or what he thinks it means, but i got it on video.  he's also been trying out the concept of "me, too".  again, he's not really sure when it should be said, but it's sure cute to hear when he decides to pull it out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;while troy was pulling out some things for lunch today, i decided to lay down.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; told me i should lay down in my bed and he even brought me his two most special blankets to cover me up.  and when it was time to get up, he offered me his hand.  what a sweet heart he has... and he's obviously watching how troy takes care of me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-85818266950671729?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/85818266950671729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=85818266950671729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/85818266950671729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/85818266950671729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-highlights-of-my-weekend.html' title='some highlights of my weekend'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-5703573145911908353</id><published>2009-07-19T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:45:14.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>my two companions</title><content type='html'>discomfort and exhaustion are my two constant companions right now.  and they feed off of each other.  i can sleep only if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; too exhausted to pay attention to the discomfort.  so, if i take a nap to help with the exhaustion, discomfort wins at night.  but if i don't take a nap, the discomfort is so much harder to bear during the day. &lt;br /&gt;only three more weeks, give or take!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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companions'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-6802387097968245143</id><published>2009-07-12T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T18:54:59.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>maternity dresses</title><content type='html'>hate. them. on. me. &lt;br /&gt;there are lots of super-cute maternity dresses and i often admire how lovely women look when wearing them.  and then i try one on.  yuck. &lt;br /&gt;i think the problem is how i carry babies.  i actually like how i carry them... straight out in front.  pretty much i don't get bigger anywhere other than my belly.  this causes some other issues such as major stretch marks and a hard time getting rid of said baby belly.  but it's the way my body works, and i like it.  in fact, i actually think i look kind of cute in normal maternity clothes (except for the fact that now most of them aren't long enough to cover my belly).  but not dresses.  my theory is that since i stick out so far in front, dresses just hang funny and make me look and feel like a big boat. &lt;br /&gt;the reason this is all coming up right now is that i have a wedding to go to of a dear friend from high school.  it's in two weeks, so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be at 38 weeks pregnant.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been asking around for a cute dress to borrow and have received many options.  yesterday, i even got to see a picture of one i could borrow and it looked perfect.  so i borrowed it today and tried it on.  it looked so good on the gal in the picture!  but not on me.  sigh.  maybe i should just be thankful that i even have some options for clothes that can fit rather than complaining about how they look.  but it's a wedding, is it too much to ask to look cute??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-6802387097968245143?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6802387097968245143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=6802387097968245143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/6802387097968245143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/6802387097968245143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/07/maternity-dresses.html' title='maternity dresses'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-5512920010540009869</id><published>2009-06-29T15:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:34:17.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two random things about me</title><content type='html'>when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; pregnant, i want to buy pickles.  not because i actually crave them, but because i think that's what pregnant people are supposed to crave.  so every time i walk by the pickles in the grocery store, i pick them up.  i don't often actually buy them, but i think about it.  every time.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like the nickname "babe" for me.  i know a lot of husbands call their wives "babe" and vice-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;, but i just can't.  i don't think there's anything wrong with it... in fact, i think it's cute when i hear others say it.  but the couple of times &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;troy's&lt;/span&gt; tried it or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; tried it with troy, it just doesn't work.  good thing there's other cute names to call each other!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-5512920010540009869?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348598007824186160.post-1932113935568642694</id><published>2009-06-27T13:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:13:56.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>concept of numbers</title><content type='html'>i think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb's&lt;/span&gt; starting to get the idea of numbers meaning amount.  he's been counting for a while... he's pretty good up to 10... but this week he started showing a deeper level of understanding.  in the past, when he hasn't wanted to be done with something fun, he's asked for "one minute" or "one time" (one more time).  often we grant this request.  but this week, he's gotten smart.  now he'll ask for "three minute" or "two time".  time to start the negotiations :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-1932113935568642694?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1932113935568642694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=1932113935568642694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/1932113935568642694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/1932113935568642694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/concept-of-numbers.html' title='concept of numbers'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-9011052886682962748</id><published>2009-06-25T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:09:54.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alia'/><title type='text'>how i'm feeling</title><content type='html'>lots of people have been asking me how &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; feeling, being that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; 34 weeks pregnant and waddling around i could pop any day now.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be honest, this is rough on me.  a lot more rough than my pregnancy with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt;.  that's probably due to not getting back into as good of shape between pregnancies, having to chase after a 22 month old, and not getting to just lay around the house all day letting my body and joints relax.  i feel a lot of joint and pelvic pain mainly, with the occasional kick to the round ligament.  and i even had my first &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;braxton&lt;/span&gt; hicks contraction (never did with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt;)... an event that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been told is likely just the beginning.  oh, and did i mention &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not sleeping well because apparently &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alia&lt;/span&gt; has her days/nights switched.  so yeah, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; quite uncomfortable.  the good news, though, is that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; learning to take care of myself a bit better and not push it.  also, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; getting more and more ready to meet this precious little girl of mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-9011052886682962748?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9011052886682962748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=9011052886682962748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/9011052886682962748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/9011052886682962748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-im-feeling.html' title='how i&apos;m feeling'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-3334373896551505462</id><published>2009-06-25T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:58:43.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>progression of the alphabet</title><content type='html'>i wanted to get this recorded because i know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; forget as time goes along...&lt;br /&gt;1. A...B...C...&lt;br /&gt;2. A...B...C...D...&lt;br /&gt;3. A...B...C...D...P...Q...X...Y...Z&lt;br /&gt;4. A...B...C...D...O...O...O...P...Qs...Rs...W(pronounced "double")...X...Y...Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-3334373896551505462?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3334373896551505462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=3334373896551505462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/3334373896551505462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/3334373896551505462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/progression-of-alphabet.html' title='progression of the alphabet'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-4492738488506965867</id><published>2009-06-25T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:39:48.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alia'/><title type='text'>what's in a name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alia's&lt;/span&gt; name means "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yaweh&lt;/span&gt; is God" or "my God is Yahweh". and just knowing that was enough for us to love the name. but then we found out even more! according to my uncle (who's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jewish&lt;/span&gt;) the "aliyah" or "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alia&lt;/span&gt;" is a person who is given the honor of reciting a blessing over the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;torah&lt;/span&gt; or reading the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;torah&lt;/span&gt;. our prayer for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alia&lt;/span&gt; is that she would know that she's been given the honor of always being able to read the Bible. and that she would be known as one who takes every opportunity to read the Word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-4492738488506965867?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4492738488506965867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=4492738488506965867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/4492738488506965867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/4492738488506965867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-in-name.html' title='what&apos;s in a name'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-4013974976459986362</id><published>2009-05-27T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:55:39.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>caleb's sentences</title><content type='html'>in the last week or so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; has started talking in two-word sentences.  it just clicked all of a sudden.  no more "ball"... "purple".  now it's "purple ball" and so on.  his favorite is to add "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chocoo&lt;/span&gt;" (chocolate) in front of anything.  smart kid... chocolate does make everything better :)  so i hear a lot of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chocoo&lt;/span&gt; cookie", "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chocoo&lt;/span&gt; bar", and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chocoo&lt;/span&gt; milk". &lt;br /&gt;he's even tested out a few three-world sentences.  so far &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; heard "more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;chocoo&lt;/span&gt; cookie", "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;izzy&lt;/span&gt; eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bana&lt;/span&gt;" (a friend's dog eats bananas... for real), and "mommy color purple" when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; wanted me to use the purple crayon instead of the brown one i was currently holding.  it's pretty much adorable and fun for me to learn more about how his little brain is learning and processing information.  it's cute when his mouth can't quite keep up with his mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-4013974976459986362?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4013974976459986362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=4013974976459986362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/4013974976459986362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/4013974976459986362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/calebs-sentences.html' title='caleb&apos;s sentences'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-6067610893854430822</id><published>2009-05-27T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:48:20.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alia'/><title type='text'>advice from my midwives</title><content type='html'>i was talking to my midwife at one of my last appointments and she was asking how i felt about having a second baby.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; excited, definitely, and scared, mostly.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; excited to have two kids but not to have another baby.  you know that silly little thing on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; where you can pick your top five "things" or whatever?  i saw one that was "five things you dislike that everyone else seems to love".  if i had to pick mine, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;labeouf&lt;/span&gt; would be on the list... and so would babies.  i just like them.  oh, i love my babies and the babies of those whom i love, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; more of a toddler/school age person myself.  i like communication and crying for specific reasons (or better yet, no crying!).&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my midwife had a couple of great things to say to me.  first, she commented on my close, sweet relationship with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; (points to her!).  and she told me that while i was worried about how having another baby would affect him, it would be harder on me.  i think she's right... he'll figure out how to deal with it and bounce back quickly.  plus, i think he'll be a really great big brother.  and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; excited for him to learn that the world doesn't revolve around him :)  but it will be hard on me to watch him learn.  so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to think about that once in a while, sort of preparing myself and sort of reassuring myself. &lt;br /&gt;the second thing my midwife had to say was about love for a second baby.  she said that, for her, she definitely had that "mother tiger" love for her new baby: fierce and protective.  but the deep, knowing love took a while to develop.  at first, she felt like she didn't love her second as much but then she realized it was just that she didn't have the memories and time with her that she'd had with the first.  i think it might be the same for me.  i love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alia&lt;/span&gt; already and i know the second i lay eyes i her, there's nothing in the world i won't do for her.  but the love that i feel for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; is different than that... it's come from a history together, from studying one another and spending every day together.  and even though i won't have that love for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;alia&lt;/span&gt; right away, it makes me excited to start working on it.  to start learning about this precious girl who i get to know and care for and love. &lt;br /&gt;i hope i remember these things when the time comes... when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; feeling down and confused and uncertain.  i hope i remember how hopeful and excited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; feeling right this minute.  because i think it will give me the extra boost i need to make it through another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-6067610893854430822?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6067610893854430822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=6067610893854430822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/6067610893854430822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/6067610893854430822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/advice-from-my-midwives.html' title='advice from my midwives'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-2181117551072149302</id><published>2009-05-14T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:24:27.443-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>one week...</title><content type='html'>and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; have a verdict on the whole &lt;a href="http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/iron.html"&gt;iron situation&lt;/a&gt;.  next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; get my blood drawn and then, most likely, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; get a call back the next day with the results.  i guess i don't even really know all the options.  i know that if the levels hold steady then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;... maybe they'll need to check a few more times throughout the pregnancy.  but if i drop (with taking all the supplements and doing all the right stuff), then i guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be looking for an OB again.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;oy&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; let you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-2181117551072149302?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2181117551072149302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=2181117551072149302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/2181117551072149302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/2181117551072149302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-week.html' title='one week...'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-2702574583055849999</id><published>2009-05-14T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:19:46.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>limits of imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; has a great imagination.  he loves to have his cars drive over to each other and talk about what they like on their toast (jelly, butter, honey, etc) or what kind of cereal they want for breakfast.  he tries to put his diapers on stuffed animals and wants to clean their ears with q-tips.  cooking is a favorite thing so any spatula all of a sudden whips up some eggs and anything even remotely cup-like needs to be sipped and shared.  most recently, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; has become infatuated with guitars and playing "king Jesus is all" and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pharaoh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pharaoh&lt;/span&gt;".  so now sticks and forks and anything long and thin becomes a guitar to strum.  it's all super cute. &lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;have you ever read "Go Dog, Go"?  we don't have the full version, just the kid's board book and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; loves it (calls "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dogo&lt;/span&gt;").  he especially loves the pages with "stop dogs stop" and "go dogs go".  but here's the thing.  he doesn't actually realize there are dogs in the book except on the page where all the dogs are more realistically colored.  that page he freaks out because of all the dogs.  and the rest, he's totally oblivious.  how can a little baby fork be a guitar but a dog, if colored green, must be some sort of silly monster?  what a fun mind to get to know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-2702574583055849999?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2702574583055849999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=2702574583055849999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/2702574583055849999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/2702574583055849999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/limits-of-imagination.html' title='limits of imagination'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-6397396576006803115</id><published>2009-05-01T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:22:49.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gifts and abilities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been thinking a lot recently about my spiritual gifts as well as abilities and talents &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; developed or been given.  and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; come to one major conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;i don't use them well. &lt;br /&gt;actually, i do have the ability to read very quickly, and i do use that to read a lot of books about raising children, being a wife, as well as fun best-sellers so that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; up on the latest trends.  but other than that...&lt;br /&gt;one thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; really been noticing recently is this ability i have to understand what a person is saying.  now i know that's sort of the point of communication, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; a lot of people aren't that good at it.  for me, i can pretty well understand people who speak with different accents as well as extracting the meaning out of what a person is saying who maybe doesn't always put it clearly.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been wondering recently, what do i do with that?  right now, it helps me understand my son and that's enough for me.  but i wonder how else i might use it.  maybe some sort of mediating or something.  i hope someday i find something or start doing something and, all of a sudden, am struck with the understanding that THIS is why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; always been good at understanding. &lt;br /&gt;the other thing i don't use is a spiritual gift of counseling.  the reason is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; scared to say hard things to people.  often &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; think of things that someone needs to hear/work on but unless it's a nice thing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; too afraid of hurting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; feelings or not being liked.  it's totally wrong of me and i know it.  so it's something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to work on, but still opportunities go by...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-6397396576006803115?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6397396576006803115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=6397396576006803115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/6397396576006803115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/6397396576006803115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/05/gifts-and-abilities.html' title='gifts and abilities'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-3390716241415543323</id><published>2009-04-29T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T15:16:27.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>but do i believe it?</title><content type='html'>when i was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kentucky&lt;/span&gt; at the beginning of this month, i threw a baby shower for my sister and my new little niece. as part of it, i did a little devotional about parenting. can i tell you just how intimidating that was? here i was with moms at all ages and stages of parenting... including my own mom from whom i learned everything i could possibly think of saying. i talked about how much i don't know and how i didn't feel in any position to be sharing. but i did share the two things i do know for sure about parenting. here's one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I will make a lot of mistakes. I won’t always listen or respond correctly. I won’t always be consistent or a good example. I won’t always be patient or kind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t mean I’m a failure&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Isaiah 40:11 says, “He tends His flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in His arms and carries them close to His heart; He gently leads those that have young.” I love the picture that God is gentle toward those with children. He understands how difficult children can be. And He knows that often, we’re hard enough on our selves. Also, I love that the verse talks about Him holding the lambs close to His heart. Our children are first and foremost His children. And He’s entrusted them to us. While that’s sobering, it’s also very encouraging because that means that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am the right mom for my kids&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And it is God who is ultimately providing for and protecting them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;do i believe that? i know i believe the part about making mistakes, all i have to do is look at any given day. but the part about not believe a failure? and being the right mom for my kids? i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; learning it. but it's a lot easier to remember after a fun morning and long nap than it is after a grumpy morning full of discipline. i want to know the truth and trust God in my parenting, not just my overall life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-3390716241415543323?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3390716241415543323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=3390716241415543323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/3390716241415543323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/3390716241415543323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/but-do-i-believe-it.html' title='but do i believe it?'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-5749410361039118300</id><published>2009-04-29T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T15:03:43.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><title type='text'>dressing and undressing</title><content type='html'>we seem to be entering a sort of phase for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt;.  he likes to decide what to wear (occasionally, not every day) and when not to wear anything anymore.  yesterday, we asked him to go get his shoes so we could go to community group.  he decided he wanted to wear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unmatching&lt;/span&gt; ones.  he even seemed to enjoy the slightly lopsided walk this forced him to adopt.  and this morning he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;successfully&lt;/span&gt; took off his pants all by himself.  he then begged me to help him take off his shirt.  and he would have taken off his diaper, too, but the cloth ones we use are still a bit above him (thankfully).  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be interested to see where these new interests take us... possibly to some funny blog stories!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-5749410361039118300?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5749410361039118300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=5749410361039118300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/5749410361039118300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/5749410361039118300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/dressing-and-undressing.html' title='dressing and undressing'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-2894666769635567903</id><published>2009-04-28T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:39:00.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alia'/><title type='text'>crazy alia</title><content type='html'>seriously, she's crazy.  i can already see her moving... not just feel her, but see her.  she's already found both my lungs and my bladder.  i swear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; took a lot longer than this.  i hope she gets all her crazy wiggling and squirming out now while she's still little! &lt;br /&gt;on another note, though, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; getting really excited to meet her.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; scared, too, but the excitement is starting to overwhelm my fears.  i wonder what she'll look like, if she'll have dimples and curly hair, what color her eyes will be, and if she'll have my feet or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;troy's&lt;/span&gt; (we're praying for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;troy's&lt;/span&gt;).  i wonder if i can force purple as her favorite color or if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; have to settle for pink.  i wonder what her first word will be and what animals she'll like.  i wonder how she'll be like troy, like me, and like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt;.  i can't wait to meet the little miss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-2894666769635567903?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2894666769635567903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=2894666769635567903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/2894666769635567903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/2894666769635567903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/crazy-alia.html' title='crazy alia'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-8056264875204202300</id><published>2009-04-28T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:34:40.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><title type='text'>dipping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; loves to dip.  everything.  sometimes this works well... he likes fish sticks in ranch dressing, chicken nuggets in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; sauce, chips in salsa, pita in hummus, etc.  other times, not so much... anything in applesauce, anything in yogurt, fruit in anything.  it's so cute!  he gets so excited when i pull out a little ramekin for him... his own little dipping sauce.  and heaven forbid he eat even one bite without dipping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-8056264875204202300?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8056264875204202300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=8056264875204202300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/8056264875204202300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/8056264875204202300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/04/dipping.html' title='dipping'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-6559234652227318472</id><published>2009-03-25T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:38:27.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>iron</title><content type='html'>my mom was anemic when she was pregnant so i knew it was a very good possibility that it would be the same for me.  sure enough, in my first pregnancy, after my 28-week blood draw, i got a call.  "your iron is low."  and not just a little low, either.  it was enough that they told me to go right to a pharmacy, get some iron tablets, and start taking a double dose that very day.   i figured it would be similar this time around.  what i didn't know, though, was how much it could impact me.&lt;br /&gt;i had my first blood draw at about 16 weeks.  already low (the level was 33.3 if that means anything to anyone).  so, i ate a LOT of spinach (spinach salad, spinach pasta, spinach and egg salad, spinach with humus, etc), drank tea made out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rose hips&lt;/span&gt; (actually quite good), and ate a lot of dried fruit.  so i was hopeful that at my 20 week appointment, the level would have at least held steady.  no such luck (dropped to 30.something).  it's apparently not a good thing that it dropped so much in such a short time.  and that the diet did absolutely no good.  so, i bought an herbal supplement and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; getting an over-the-counter supplement, too.  and while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not thrilled about having to take all of that, it's not a big deal... except...&lt;br /&gt;here's the bad news.  if my iron levels don't "iron" out (ha ha) i can't have an out-of-hospital birth.  and i really like my midwives and the birth center and i don't want to have to switch.  so here's praying these supplements do their thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-6559234652227318472?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6559234652227318472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=6559234652227318472' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/6559234652227318472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/6559234652227318472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/iron.html' title='iron'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-4008849013724236990</id><published>2009-03-24T14:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:34:28.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alia'/><title type='text'>what alia sounds like</title><content type='html'>i had a midwife appointment yesterday and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; came with me (what i wouldn't give for family nearby to watch him or come with me to the appointment... sigh).  he was actually really great and was understanding of when he couldn't come up onto the bed (blood draw) and when he could (listening to the heartbeat).  he really liked hearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alia&lt;/span&gt;.  in fact, he kept talking about it the whole trip home.  and when we picked troy up from work, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; was ready to tell daddy just what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alia&lt;/span&gt; sounded like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hwoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hwoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hwoo&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-4008849013724236990?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4008849013724236990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=4008849013724236990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/4008849013724236990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/4008849013724236990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-alia-sounds-like.html' title='what alia sounds like'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-6598369889254702232</id><published>2009-03-24T14:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:20:09.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>listening to my son</title><content type='html'>yesterday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; woke up crying from his nap... which is fairly unusual for him.  as i was holding and rocking him, he had a hard time settling down, so i asked him if something hurt.  "yeah" was his response.  next i asked him to tell me what hurt.  "head", "ear" he said, while pulling on his right ear.  so today i decided to honor his communication and take him to the pediatrician.  sure enough, an ear infection (thankfully only his second ever) in his right ear.  poor little man!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so thankful for his ability to understand and communicate and am glad i actually listened so he didn't have to suffer any longer.  bring on the cherry antibiotics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-6598369889254702232?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6598369889254702232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=6598369889254702232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/6598369889254702232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/6598369889254702232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/listening-to-my-son.html' title='listening to my son'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-7843652467160893869</id><published>2009-03-21T10:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T10:29:17.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>how can you say no to that??</title><content type='html'>recently, caleb has been obsessed with his &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/New-Bible-Pictures-Little-Eyes/dp/0802430570"&gt;children's bible&lt;/a&gt;. we've always read it to him right before bed, but lately that hasn't been enough. usually we're pretty set on only sleeping with doggy at night, but how do you say no to sleeping with his bible? especially when all he wants is for it to be in the crib with him. last night, i wasn't home so troy put caleb to bed. apparently, he went down just fine but then started crying a minute or so later. and he wasn't crying for mommy or daddy, no, he was crying for his bible. so, like any good christian dad, troy went in there, put the bible in the crib, and about 12 hours later, caleb woke up. what a way to sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-7843652467160893869?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7843652467160893869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=7843652467160893869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/7843652467160893869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/7843652467160893869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-can-you-say-no-to-that.html' title='how can you say no to that??'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-8359462369632021141</id><published>2009-03-19T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:35:43.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><title type='text'>my how they grow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/ScKsivSXIWI/AAAAAAAAAVE/i7CAw1oRk3o/s1600-h/IMG_8626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315000223059616098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/ScKsivSXIWI/AAAAAAAAAVE/i7CAw1oRk3o/s200/IMG_8626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;caleb and i have really enjoyed our PEPS group. it's a great way for me to connect with other moms who have kids the same age as caleb. and now it's fun because many have started working on "round two" :) anyway, one of the kids caleb enjoys the most is Kian...he can even say his name (sort of). this was caleb's &lt;a href="http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2007/12/calebs-first-friend.html"&gt;first friend &lt;/a&gt;and now look at them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-8359462369632021141?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8359462369632021141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=8359462369632021141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/8359462369632021141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/8359462369632021141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-how-they-grow.html' title='my how they grow!'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_dJmP1HiPqiw/ScKsivSXIWI/AAAAAAAAAVE/i7CAw1oRk3o/s72-c/IMG_8626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348598007824186160.post-5402738124534632683</id><published>2009-03-19T13:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:32:07.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><title type='text'>play dough</title><content type='html'>thanks to a great recipe from &lt;a href="http://www.elizabethhoneycutt.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, i made play dough this week for the first time. it's nice and soft and smells like cinnamon! at first, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; wasn't too sure of what he thought. he wanted me to make a fish, a 'Y', an 'O', and a heart but beyond that, he was content to just stab it with a fork and make sure he didn't touch it. but i was finally able to coax him out of his comfort zone with a very fun play dough game. here's how it works... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314998245583962930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/ScKqvonbQzI/AAAAAAAAAUs/T3LCJQ7JhCk/s200/IMG_8634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first, you make (or have your mommy make) a ball of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;play dough&lt;/span&gt;... smaller usually works best when you're just learning the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314998358373988610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/ScKq2MyqeQI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Kaxctjvz7eg/s200/IMG_8636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next, you take your hand and smash it onto the ball.  the nice thing about a small ball is that you don't even have to press very hard... which is important if you're a bit hesitant about touching said play dough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314998446541978722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/ScKq7VPjPGI/AAAAAAAAAU8/bQsXuSIjZwo/s200/IMG_8637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;finally, remove your hand and see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; results.  it's FLAT!  and sometimes, if you're really lucky (or have recently eaten something with jelly), the play dough might even stick to your hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-5402738124534632683?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5402738124534632683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=5402738124534632683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/5402738124534632683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/5402738124534632683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/play-dough.html' title='play dough'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_dJmP1HiPqiw/ScKqvonbQzI/AAAAAAAAAUs/T3LCJQ7JhCk/s72-c/IMG_8634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348598007824186160.post-8760521727012735485</id><published>2009-03-18T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:30:57.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><title type='text'>pink lemonade please</title><content type='html'>the other day, i was totally craving some pink lemonade.  and i had to go to the store anyway so i figured &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; pick some up.  no such luck.  i somehow chose a store that didn't have pink lemonade.  instead, i ended up with 1 bottle of sweetened sparkling water flavored with pink grapefruit, 1 bottle of sparkling regular lemonade, and 1 bottle of regular grapefruit juice.  which one do you think hit the spot?  which one satisfied my craving?  definitely NOT the first one.  it was actually kind of gross.  the second was good and i did drink the whole thing that night.  but it was actually the regular grapefruit juice that filled my need.  and the best part is that now i get to have it every morning for breakfast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-8760521727012735485?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8760521727012735485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=8760521727012735485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/8760521727012735485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/8760521727012735485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/pink-lemonade-please.html' title='pink lemonade please'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-7860936399379920450</id><published>2009-03-18T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:58:57.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><title type='text'>look what's on caleb's wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/ScGmxCJimPI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xWzz3d4c2XQ/s1600-h/IMG_8612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314712396594583794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/ScGmxCJimPI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xWzz3d4c2XQ/s320/IMG_8612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a wonderful gift from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;troy's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.g-ratedrubberstamps.com/Default.aspx"&gt;mom&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grampa&lt;/span&gt;. she drew and painted the pictures, he made the frames (which match &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;caleb's&lt;/span&gt; crib perfectly!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-7860936399379920450?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7860936399379920450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=7860936399379920450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/7860936399379920450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/7860936399379920450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/look-whats-on-calebs-wall.html' title='look what&apos;s on caleb&apos;s wall'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_dJmP1HiPqiw/ScGmxCJimPI/AAAAAAAAAUk/xWzz3d4c2XQ/s72-c/IMG_8612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348598007824186160.post-201791339841264234</id><published>2009-03-18T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:52:25.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alia'/><title type='text'>it's a GIRL</title><content type='html'>wow.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; surprised... even more than i thought i would be.  but excited, too, about a whole new world of parenting and purple!  we've decided to name her Alia Marie.  the first name means "The LORD is my God" and the middle name has been passed down to daughters since my Gammy (grandma).  i love the reminder in the first name that it's the LORD who should be God and i pray that Alia will come to know Him early and with a single-hearted devotion.  and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so looking forward to her knowing and learning about the women who have had her middle name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i know it's a girl, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; developed my own theory about how to tell if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; having a boy or a girl. &lt;br /&gt;craving citrus: &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;craving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pringles&lt;/span&gt; and other chips: &lt;strong&gt;boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;craving any and all sweet things, especially chocolate: &lt;strong&gt;girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;craving italian: &lt;strong&gt;boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;craving hambers: &lt;strong&gt;girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;throwing&lt;/span&gt; up occasionally: &lt;strong&gt;boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nauseous i wish i could throw up: &lt;strong&gt;girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick in the morning: &lt;strong&gt;boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick in the morning and evening with occasional afternoons: &lt;strong&gt;girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; never wonder again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-201791339841264234?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/201791339841264234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=201791339841264234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/201791339841264234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/201791339841264234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-girl.html' title='it&apos;s a GIRL'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-8562253754344122613</id><published>2009-03-17T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:41:42.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>tomorrow's the big day</title><content type='html'>the day we find out if the old wives tales (which said i have a 60% chance of having a girl) are right or not.  a boy would be more practical (as in all the right clothes in all the right sizes, decorating the shared room, etc.) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; always pictured myself have at least a couple of boys before any girls.  but i sure would love a girl someday... and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; even finding a few names i like... so maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;now's&lt;/span&gt; the time.  i am leaning toward boy, but maybe just because that's what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; used to.  i don't know... i won't be shocked either way.  just a wonderful surprise! &lt;br /&gt;as far as names go, well, we're still working on it.  we had a boy name.  it was one i loved loved loved.  but then i found out it is in the top 5 most popular boy names.  and i just don't want him to have the same name as everyone else.  so, while we may still choose it, we're entertaining other options.  the nice thing is that we have LOTS of boy names we like and can imagine as a part of our family.  for girls, more difficult.  we don't really have a name we love right now.  some we like, but none that we're sure of.  and it's been hard finding one that meets all our criteria.  i just really want to be able to start calling him/her by name.  and for others to do the same.  so hopefully soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; actually really excited about going for the ultrasound tomorrow.  except that our babysitter had something come up so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; will be joining us... making for an interesting time for troy :)  i just love the place where my midwives are sending me.  there are stars (little twinkle lights) on the ceiling.  and i get my own monitor so i don't have to crane my neck to see what the tech is seeing.  and the techs are awesome and send you home with LOTS of pictures.  if i can get my hands on a scanner, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; post a couple up soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-8562253754344122613?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8562253754344122613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=8562253754344122613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/8562253754344122613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/8562253754344122613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/tomorrows-big-day.html' title='tomorrow&apos;s the big day'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-2975765922209388468</id><published>2009-03-17T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:32:20.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>caleb's newest word</title><content type='html'>"loud"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in "car"... "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vroom&lt;/span&gt;"... "LOUD"&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;"spoon"... "bang"... "LOUD"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-2975765922209388468?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2975765922209388468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=2975765922209388468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/2975765922209388468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/2975765922209388468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/calebs-newest-word.html' title='caleb&apos;s newest word'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-5923997692746492869</id><published>2009-03-12T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:03:46.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>like mother, like son</title><content type='html'>guess what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; slept with today for his nap?  his toothbrush.  i just couldn't pry it away, he so desperately wanted to snuggle it!&lt;br /&gt;and for those of you who don't know why this is an indication of his being like me... suffice it to say that, while i have never slept with my toothbrush, i have been rather obsessed with the use of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-5923997692746492869?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5923997692746492869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=5923997692746492869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/5923997692746492869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/5923997692746492869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/like-mother-like-son.html' title='like mother, like son'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-3837180263320219526</id><published>2009-03-12T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T07:54:08.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; is starting (emphasis on starting) to learn what colors are.  actually, i think he gets the concept, just not the wide variety of options.  so far &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everything is&lt;/span&gt; either purple or yellow.  he's really good at purple (although he does call blue things purple, too) and everything else is yellow.  yesterday at the store, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; was running back and forth along the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;refrigerated&lt;/span&gt; section of juices, pointing to all the cartons that had purple lids.  i think he pretty much made the day of several older ladies shopping nearby. &lt;br /&gt;sometimes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; even gets the color brown... well, only in one case.  if he's holding both his purple frog stuffed animal and his brown doggy, i ask him "what color is your frog" and he says "purple".  then i ask, "what color is your doggy" and he says "brown".  but if i ask him at other times what color his doggy is, he'll either say "yellow" or "color" :)  it's still a work in progress!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-3837180263320219526?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3837180263320219526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=3837180263320219526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/3837180263320219526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/3837180263320219526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/colors.html' title='colors'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-6639278745683535403</id><published>2009-03-04T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:52:01.550-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>welcome annelie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/Sa73T2289wI/AAAAAAAAAUM/irqhykhUJM4/s1600-h/DSCN0693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/Sa73T2289wI/AAAAAAAAAUM/irqhykhUJM4/s160/DSCN0693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; last night, my sister had her baby! it was a long and exhausting labor that started sunday evening and didn't end until late tuesday night. although everything was progressing as is usual, it was simply taking twice the amount of time as usual... or more. hanell was so strong and so brave and did a great job, despite the fact that she didn't have any sleep or much food. i was getting regular updates from my dad, who was in the waiting room. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my favorite part was when dad called me to say annelie had been born. he was standing outside the delivery room with his ear pressed to the door. he heard the midwife saying "the head is coming" and the wonderful "one more push". he heard the announcement of "IT'S A GIRL" (which is when he called me) and the first, very loud, cry. it wasn't until later that he could call back to give me size details (8lbs, 2oz, and 22.5in) and the official name (annelie grace). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and, while i was talking to dad, hearing the good news, i felt my own new little baby move for the first time. soon it will be my turn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-6639278745683535403?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6639278745683535403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=6639278745683535403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/6639278745683535403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/6639278745683535403'/><link 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can't believe it!  i was just looking back at some old posts and saw the one called "&lt;a href="http://http//emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/words.html"&gt;words&lt;/a&gt;" from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;february&lt;/span&gt; 1st.  i mentioned my list of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;caleb's&lt;/span&gt; words being somewhere around 35 or so.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still working on the list and now, a month later, my list is at over 70.  no wonder it feels like his communication has been exploding recently. &lt;br /&gt;some new favorite words: lid, walk, paper, Elmo, and pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-7791631597315000887?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348598007824186160.post-7338809396003289622</id><published>2009-03-02T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:00:47.038-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>classifying a zebra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; has this awesome animal magnet puzzle that he loves.  he especially has loved figuring out that all the pieces can stick to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;refrigerator&lt;/span&gt; and don't have to just stay in the puzzle.  one day all the pieces were on the fridge and we were playing a "find that animal" game.  we had done all the easy ones (elephant, giraffe, fish, dog, etc) so had moved on to zebra.  first, he pointed to the cow... nope.  then, the tiger... again, no.  finally, he found the zebra.  it took me a bit to figure out what he had done.  first, he found the right colors (black and white, for those of you who never had a complete animal education).  then, he found an animal with stripes.  finally, he put them together to find the right animal.  what a problem solver!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-7338809396003289622?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7338809396003289622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=7338809396003289622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/7338809396003289622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/7338809396003289622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/03/classifying-zebra.html' title='classifying a zebra'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-1612615730923373636</id><published>2009-03-02T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:56:28.194-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><title type='text'>weaned</title><content type='html'>it's official.  caleb is weaned.  i haven't nursed him in 1 month and he hasn't asked to be nursed in 1 week.  i really wanted to be done in plenty of time so that it wouldn't be hard for caleb to see the new baby nursing.  i'm hopeful that this next 5 months or so will give him time to forget... or at least move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-1612615730923373636?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1612615730923373636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=1612615730923373636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sleep with today?</title><content type='html'>i ask this question every single day right before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nap time&lt;/span&gt;.  at night, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; just sleeps with his doggy.  but for his nap, he gets to pick 1-2 toys/books to sleep with as well.  sometimes they are stuffed animals, sometimes books, sometimes kitchen utensils, etc.  i can usually guess what it will be based on what he's involved in playing with right before nap begins.  because of this, during lunch i try to hide two specific toys.  first, is "music doggy"... a stuffed dog who plays music when you pull his tail.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; made the mistake of allowing him to sleep with that once.  after about 1/2 hour of listening to the song over and over, i finally had to take it away so he could sleep.  the other toy i hide is his &lt;a href="http://http//www.amazon.com/Melissa-Doug-Deluxe-Wooden-Flapping/dp/B000GY5R0S"&gt;duck&lt;/a&gt;.  it's just too big, and wooden, to sleep with.  so today it was two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;winnie&lt;/span&gt; the pooh books.  yesterday it was two alphabet books.  the day before, an elephant stuffed animal.  most days it's different, and i always know he's really tired when he grabs a toy or two, his doggy, and comes to me asking to dance to personal penguin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-2210393077848914296?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2210393077848914296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=2210393077848914296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/2210393077848914296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/2210393077848914296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-do-you-want-to-sleep-with-today.html' title='what do you want to sleep with today?'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-8790839924648547743</id><published>2009-02-11T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:39:45.844-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><title type='text'>woosh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/SZNFhWxkwhI/AAAAAAAAATs/I9TmapPHHrM/s1600-h/goldfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301657625696715282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/SZNFhWxkwhI/AAAAAAAAATs/I9TmapPHHrM/s200/goldfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that's what caleb calls his goldfish... and since i promised a post about that little guy, here it is. so, we received this fish as a party favor from a super fun &lt;a href="http://wightpeople.blogspot.com/2009/01/fish-cupcakes-and-my-precious-1-year.html"&gt;1-year b-day celebration&lt;/a&gt;. we thought it would be no big deal, just toss the fish in a vase, give it some food, and see what happened. well, what happened was that caleb fell in love with this fish. it's not got some gourmet fish food, a nice big fish bowl, and an adoring fan. this fish has already more than doubled in size... partly due to the fact that caleb hates to sit down to a meal unless Woosh gets to eat, too. and if it's nap time, caleb will not relax on my shoulder or be ready to go to his crib until he's said goodnight to the fish. it's really cute... but who knew i'd be starting to think about qualified pet sitters at this time in life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-8790839924648547743?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/SZNFhWxkwhI/AAAAAAAAATs/I9TmapPHHrM/s72-c/goldfish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348598007824186160.post-2355166599167435202</id><published>2009-02-01T19:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:00:13.965-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><title type='text'>caleb's first joke</title><content type='html'>i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; made his first joke on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;.  see, we have a fish (more on him later).  and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; loves this fish.  during every meal, he likes to say "hi" to the fish.  on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;, though, he said, "hi turtle".  i laughed and reminded him that it was a fish.  but he kept saying it and getting a huge grin on his face and a funny little look in his eye.  silly boy, he was teasing me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-2355166599167435202?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2355166599167435202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=2355166599167435202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/2355166599167435202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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ton.  realistically, he's the only baby i REALLY know, so it doesn't seem all that unusual to me.  although, i was prepared for a boy to take a while to talk, i guess i just didn't have to wait all that long.  a lot of what he says, probably only troy and i would understand.  but more recently, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; had people from the nursery or at stores comment on his verbal abilities and ask me how old he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; started to compile a list of all the words he knows.  some of them sound a bit similar to innocent bystanders, but they are best understood in context.  so far, my list is at 35, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure there are some that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; forgetting.  some of his favorites are: mama, daddy, please (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; it gets him so much good stuff), more, music, doggy, hi, sit, up, no, yeah, all done, all gone, fish, and cracker... just to name a few. &lt;br /&gt;it's made me think about the whole nature vs. nurture debate.  i tend to attribute a lot of it to nature.  i know i was quite the talker quite early and he seems to be a really "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;emotionally&lt;/span&gt; intelligent" (as one friend put it) boy.  he just "gets" communication.  he likes to listen to others and does his best to participate in whatever they are doing.  on the other hand, though, i had a friend over last week who commented on how much i talk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; and how many words i give him throughout the course of a couple of minutes.  maybe it's the teacher coming out in me, but that's just how i am around him.  also, i know i try really hard to pay attention to what he's saying and reward his efforts.  i assume this builds up his confidence to keep trying.  it also helps that, so far, he's not showing any perfectionist &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tendencies&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to talking. &lt;br /&gt;all that to say, it's probably a lot of both.  and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be interested to meet our new little one and see how he/she develops verbally.  maybe it will answer some questions.  maybe it will just raise some news ones.  we'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-7993433799164944943?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7993433799164944943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=7993433799164944943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/7993433799164944943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/7993433799164944943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/words.html' title='words'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-4479088087694159876</id><published>2009-01-29T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:16:10.229-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><title type='text'>how i told troy we would have "two under two" (barely)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/SYIqft1YDfI/AAAAAAAAATk/VvelRuZwV3I/s1600-h/IMG_8224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296842836108905970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/SYIqft1YDfI/AAAAAAAAATk/VvelRuZwV3I/s200/IMG_8224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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(barely)...'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_dJmP1HiPqiw/SYIqft1YDfI/AAAAAAAAATk/VvelRuZwV3I/s72-c/IMG_8224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348598007824186160.post-494210253217811971</id><published>2009-01-29T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:14:02.311-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>things that make me sick (during this pregnancy)</title><content type='html'>not eating, eating too much, waiting too long to eat, the smell of eggs, the smell of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hot dogs&lt;/span&gt;, thinking about the smell of eggs or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hot dogs&lt;/span&gt;, chewy bagels, coughing, dancing, etc.  it's been a rough first trimester, that's for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-494210253217811971?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/494210253217811971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=494210253217811971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/494210253217811971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; and all.  partly, i just didn't know where to start with all the super-fun stories of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; at this age (16 months is my new favorite).  mostly, though, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; pregnant!  so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been spending down time resting and trying not to get sick and avoiding telling the whole world that we're having another baby.  but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; starting to feel better now and we just had our first appointment and got to hear the little one's amazing heart beating away like crazy.  so i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be back to semi-regular blogging now... and boy do i have stories to share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-6392216238452413723?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6392216238452413723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=6392216238452413723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/6392216238452413723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/6392216238452413723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back...'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-5967039615446974632</id><published>2008-12-12T17:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:45:36.458-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><title type='text'>1-800-222-1222</title><content type='html'>yesterday was the first (but most likely not last) time i got to call poison control for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt;.  hooray!  he found out how to squirt the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;purell&lt;/span&gt; and managed to swallow a small pea-sized amount.  i wasn't really worried until i read that it said, "if swallowed, call poison control immediately."  so i called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vicky&lt;/span&gt; was very nice and helpful.  she told me to wipe out his mouth with a wet washcloth (easy for you to say, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vicky&lt;/span&gt;!) and then give him some milk or yogurt or ice cream.  i wish we had ice cream... sigh.  but i settled for milk.  and surprise, surprise, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; is just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-5967039615446974632?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5967039615446974632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=5967039615446974632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/5967039615446974632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/5967039615446974632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/1-800-222-1222.html' title='1-800-222-1222'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-7192124307673727447</id><published>2008-12-12T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T07:38:20.774-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>seeing double</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/SUKFNajQCkI/AAAAAAAAAR4/u3spn2xHFlw/s1600-h/goodnight+moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278928178743609922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/SUKFNajQCkI/AAAAAAAAAR4/u3spn2xHFlw/s200/goodnight+moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;caleb figured out that we own two copies of goodnight moon. i got them at baby showers and didn't realize i had two until caleb had already drooled on one and taken a bite out of the other. so, needless to say, we kept them both. but yesterday, it finally registered with caleb. what did this mean? i had to read them both, of course... at the same time. i would flip the page in both books and read the words. and heaven forbid i was ever on the wrong page in either book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then, he decided to carry them around the house. both turned to the "goodnight little house and goodnight mouse" page. and again, it was as if the world had ended if something happened to make one of the books be on a different page. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-7192124307673727447?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7192124307673727447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=7192124307673727447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/7192124307673727447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/7192124307673727447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/seeing-double.html' title='seeing double'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_dJmP1HiPqiw/SUKFNajQCkI/AAAAAAAAAR4/u3spn2xHFlw/s72-c/goodnight+moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348598007824186160.post-5721577713572686327</id><published>2008-12-09T17:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:54:24.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting ready for christmas</title><content type='html'>this past weekend, our date night was decorating for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;.  first, we went out and bought two new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cds&lt;/span&gt; and then we came home and hung a wreath, put up the stockings, set up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nativity&lt;/span&gt;, etc.  now i just need some stocking holders and a nativity for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt;.  what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; looking for is a nice, unbreakable nativity.  maybe wood.  something that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; can play with now, but that is not just for a little kid.  something he could even keep for a while.  maybe something like &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Toy-Workshop-Traditional-Nativity-Children/dp/B000I8SR4U/sr=1-2/qid=1228873494/ref=sr_1_2/191-4730796-6972712?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;rh=k%3Anativity%5Fwooden&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://epueblo.stores.yahoo.net/wohapana.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  since we don't get a tree yet (nowhere to put it and we travel during the holidays), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; got a bit of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; decoration budget that i can spend.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; keep looking around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cds&lt;/span&gt; we bought this year was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;barlow&lt;/span&gt; girl.  i really like it (except for song three, but no one's perfect).  i was thinking back to the first time i heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;barlow&lt;/span&gt; girl.  i had heard OF them when i led a group of high school girls for youth group.  i thought they were this teen-girl-punk sort of band.  then, early on in our time over on this side of the state, troy was going to have a guys night with a good friend from college.  they went to a hockey game.  what was i going to do?  not knowing anyone and not really having anything to do, i didn't want to be stuck at home alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took myself to a concert.  a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;rebecca&lt;/span&gt; st. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;james&lt;/span&gt; concert.  and who was opening for her?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;barlow&lt;/span&gt; girl, of course.  although i ended up leaving part way through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;rebecca's&lt;/span&gt; set, i did buy a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;barlow&lt;/span&gt; girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt;.  and now i have three of them.  and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; hooked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's not the best part.  the best part is that now, if troy had a guys night somewhere... i would have a bunch of girls to call to have a girl's night.  sure, there would be babies to figure out and probably a night home alone going to bed early would be nice... but the point is, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; come a long way from a concert all by myself.  and that makes me really happy to remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-5721577713572686327?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5721577713572686327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=5721577713572686327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/5721577713572686327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/5721577713572686327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/getting-ready-for-christmas.html' title='getting ready for christmas'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-7191964068252433948</id><published>2008-12-09T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:04:30.349-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><title type='text'>poundin' it out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/ST746P0ZraI/AAAAAAAAARg/NMZhCLPuHEE/s1600-h/IMG_8289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277929492887219618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/ST746P0ZraI/AAAAAAAAARg/NMZhCLPuHEE/s200/IMG_8289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; learned a new trick over thanksgiving. his uncle scroll taught &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/ST75RMjWqrI/AAAAAAAAARw/Fn-vJGx4YF0/s1600-h/IMG_8291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277929887147403954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/ST75RMjWqrI/AAAAAAAAARw/Fn-vJGx4YF0/s200/IMG_8291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;him to bump fists. and he got pretty good at it, too. every time he did it correctly, scroll would go nuts with excitement. so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; figured that pumping his fist in the air was just a part of the trick. adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i didn't figure in, however, was how well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; would generalize this new idea. see, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; nursing him, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; will often play with my hand. and often we end up giving each other five. only now, whenever that happens, his little fist starts pumping up and down in excitement. not exactly the way to calm down for bedtime! thanks, uncle scroll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-7191964068252433948?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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how's that for taking the easy way out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-1927841781284323800?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1927841781284323800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=1927841781284323800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/1927841781284323800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/1927841781284323800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-has-been-so-long.html' title='it has been so long'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-8953106786245638809</id><published>2008-11-21T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:12:46.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sneaky little sucker...</title><content type='html'>i hold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; on my left hip... probably because that leaves my right hand free and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; right handed so that makes sense.  no matter, the point of saying that is to explain that how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; is situated makes it very difficult to see his right hand.  more specifically, makes it difficult for me to see if there's anything in his right hand.&lt;br /&gt;and lately, there usually is.  this is his new thing, just as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; about to pick him up to go out to the car, he quickly grabs whatever toy he's obsessing over at the moment.  and i don't notice.  by now, i should know to just look, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; usually thinking about things like where i put my keys or how late &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to be.&lt;br /&gt;so far he's snuck out of the house with a hanger, bottle of lotion, kitchen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wisk&lt;/span&gt;, plastic bag, block, silverware, and countless stuffed animals.  but the best one was his &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000GY5R0S"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;melissa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;doug&lt;/span&gt; wooden duck&lt;/a&gt;.  how did i miss that one!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-8953106786245638809?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8953106786245638809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=8953106786245638809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/8953106786245638809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/8953106786245638809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/sneaky-little-sucker.html' title='sneaky little sucker...'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-1550162022145921925</id><published>2008-11-19T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:16:26.352-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><title type='text'>weaning?</title><content type='html'>apparently, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; weaning some more.  i didn't really plan on it, it just sort of happened.  once, before putting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; down for his afternoon nap, we danced together... as usual.  but this time, he fell asleep.  rather than wake the sleeping baby by trying to nurse, i just put him into his crib and let him nap.  the next day, i did the same thing... even though he didn't fall asleep while dancing.  we just danced and then he went to bed.  again today.  after so much disaster the last time i tried weaning him, i was so nervous... but so far so good (knock on wood).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-1550162022145921925?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1550162022145921925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348598007824186160.post-779594680682082414</id><published>2008-11-19T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:46:16.668-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><title type='text'>Threes about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://amyjillevans.blogspot.com/2008/11/threes-about-me.html"&gt;amy did this little thing &lt;/a&gt;and i thought it was cute (and am currently trying to be quiet while caleb falls asleep) so thought i would do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three jobs I have had in my life&lt;/strong&gt;: Mexican folk dancer, insurance specialist, kindergarten teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three movies I would watch over and over&lt;/strong&gt;: Ocean's 11, Lord of the Rings, Miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three shows that I watch&lt;/strong&gt;: Survivor, Amazing Race, The Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three places I have been&lt;/strong&gt;: Illinois, Italy, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three of my favorite foods&lt;/strong&gt;: Italian, french toast, chai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three places I'd rather be right now&lt;/strong&gt;: with troy, near a waterfall, reading at a tea/coffee shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things I am looking forward to this year&lt;/strong&gt;: Caleb learning to talk, a night or two away with troy, meeting hanell's baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three jobs I would love to have&lt;/strong&gt;: hard to know, never having done them... dog walker, speech therapist, professional mentor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-779594680682082414?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348598007824186160.post-328628537046065887</id><published>2008-11-17T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:51:47.595-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>caleb's first "pet"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/SSH1dx-CykI/AAAAAAAAARQ/CJixayQEbKQ/s1600-h/IMG_8193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269762930978769474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/SSH1dx-CykI/AAAAAAAAARQ/CJixayQEbKQ/s200/IMG_8193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when caleb found out he could pull around his "pet" doggie just by holding on to the leash, he was hooked! he loves it. the first day, he probably pulled that little doggie around for half an hour... course the "leash" he found to use was a USB connection for an ipod that probably wasn't the best choice. we have since switched it to yarn. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this morning, we played a slight variation of the pet game... we played fetch. caleb would throw a ball and the doggie (controlled by me) would go and get it. another half our (at least) of fun! just wait until we get a real dog!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-328628537046065887?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/328628537046065887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348598007824186160.post-5382164483789048462</id><published>2008-11-17T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:46:25.673-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><title type='text'>i'm not really a baker but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/SSHzUuIDlbI/AAAAAAAAARA/CvMBF8LZGN8/s1600-h/IMG_8181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269760576304944562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJmP1HiPqiw/SSHzUuIDlbI/AAAAAAAAARA/CvMBF8LZGN8/s200/IMG_8181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;check out this cake i made for community group a few weeks ago. mom sent me the recipe! isn't it beautiful?! it's not hard... but it is time consuming.  although, i definitely did make it harder myself by not thinking to borrow a second round cake pan and having to do it in stages!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-5382164483789048462?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5382164483789048462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=5382164483789048462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/5382164483789048462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/5382164483789048462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-not-really-baker-but.html' title='i&apos;m not really a baker but...'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_dJmP1HiPqiw/SSHzUuIDlbI/AAAAAAAAARA/CvMBF8LZGN8/s72-c/IMG_8181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348598007824186160.post-6309661730352251960</id><published>2008-11-11T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:00:47.530-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caleb'/><title type='text'>up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caleb&lt;/span&gt; says "up".  very intentionally.  he says it when he wants to be picked up.  or, if he's in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; arms and wants them to stand up.  or if he's in his room and wants to go into his crib.  it's a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;useful&lt;/span&gt; word.  also very hard to deny him when he asks so sweetly!  "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;uuuup&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-6309661730352251960?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6309661730352251960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=6309661730352251960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/6309661730352251960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/6309661730352251960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/up.html' title='up'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6348598007824186160.post-1926386045124035154</id><published>2008-11-08T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:03:56.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bombarded</title><content type='html'>i didn't grow up having a whole lot. if i needed new clothes or shoes, i waited until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; or my birthday. then i put the important things on my list, and what i got had to last me until the next time i got gifts. this was fine by me and taught me a lot about what is really important in life. my family got along well and welcomed people into our home. friends would stop by and were made to feel a part of the family. i never felt lacking in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that way of living has followed me throughout my life. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; never even had a clothing budget... gasp... it's true. not because troy won't let me but because i wouldn't even know what to do with it. buy clothes, i guess :) even now i will save up a list of things i need and ask for them for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; or birthday. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes, it feels like i shouldn't be.  recently, we went over to the mall (an exceptionally yuppie mall, in my opinion) to get out of the rain and have a place to hang out. i was overwhelmed. everywhere i looked i felt as though i was bombarded by a "look like this", "wear this", "smell like this", "eat this", "have this" attitude.  there has to be a balance.  i want to look nice and put together.  i want to feel good about myself.  but i don't want to get sucked into that consumer mindset.  i feel like i get pulled from one extreme to the other.  i really admire people who are able to find that balance. and it's something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; working on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348598007824186160-1926386045124035154?l=emergingfamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1926386045124035154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6348598007824186160&amp;postID=1926386045124035154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/1926386045124035154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348598007824186160/posts/default/1926386045124035154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emergingfamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/bombarded.html' title='bombarded'/><author><name>lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04853794417748377738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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></feed>
