<?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-7644443</id><updated>2012-01-17T11:25:02.094-08:00</updated><category term='Grateful Friday'/><category term='New Years resolutions'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='church kitty'/><category term='death'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Little A'/><category term='Emma'/><category term='nature'/><category term='abortion'/><category term='Little T'/><category term='safety'/><category term='10th anniversary'/><category term='fundraisers'/><category term='house projects'/><category term='couponing'/><category term='Lucy'/><category term='taxes'/><category 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Worth'/><category term='work stuff'/><category term='Sea World'/><category term='Mother Mary'/><category term='dating scene'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='house decorating ideas'/><category term='crafts'/><category term='life'/><category term='ex-boyfriends'/><category term='prayer requests'/><category term='bubble baths'/><category term='Texas'/><category term='eating more healthy'/><category term='placement calls'/><category term='allergies'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='kindness'/><category term='food'/><category term='diet changes'/><category term='fleas'/><category term='religion'/><category term='Memorial Day weekend'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='potty training'/><category term='some time to myself'/><category term='snow'/><category term='book writing'/><category term='trying to be healthy'/><category term='volunteer work'/><title type='text'>Letters to Abba</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>1815</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-1285274759100625811</id><published>2012-01-17T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:17:13.047-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attachment therapy'/><title type='text'>A break through with Tracie...</title><content type='html'>We had attachment therapy this morning and just talked about how everything was going.  How my MOm got us the book by Nancy Thomas about parenting techniques for the parents of children with RAD (something like that anyway...I'm too lazy to look for the exact wording right now) and how I put 4 pages of techniques up in the kitchen for all the common behaviors that we deal with and a couple reminders for us too about things.  The kids have been getting angry at some things (she said that's good...they're learning that they don't have the control), coming forth with good behaviors a little more frequently, and we talked about how Josiah was now taking Kapvay and has been MUCH more calm and behaving better.  She said today was the first day that she's seen him where it seemed like he actually acknowledged that we were going to go discuss something and that it even pertained to him, so she sees that as a great medication change.  We talked about how I get upset sometimes that Tracie when she first came to us would not let me leave her sight without screaming and how it took me a couple of years to get her to understand that I wasn't leaving her.  Now, she's almost the exact opposite...won't hold eye contact with me, will glom on to anyone else, but it's almost like I have to force her to cuddle or if I try to take her hand she fidgets with my hands to try and make me let go.  She brought Tracie in by herself and took her hands and Tracie did the same thing with her and then started fidgeting with her clothes.  She asked Tracie what she was feeling and she half giggled and started pulling away.  The Dr. kept a hold of her and held her eye contact and finally she started half giggling/half crying.  The dr. pulled out her feelings chart and asked Tracie to point to how she was feeling.  She pointed to the happy face.  The dr. told her that she was seeing the shy and scared face at different times.  She wanted me to take over the exercise with her and I got the same reponse from Tracie at first and kept asking her what she was feeling.  Finally, she wrapped her arms around my neck and started to fullly cry and said "I just want you."  I pulled her up on my lap and hugged her and rocked her and the dr. told her.  Mommy is your safe place.  When you get scared or feeling shy and need your happy back, you go cuddle up with Mommy.  That's your Mommy and she won't let anything happen to you.  I think it got across and she wouldn't let go of me for a long time.  The dr. told me that she sees a little girl who desperately wants to let her walls down and let me in, but she can't quite yet.  Even when Josiah and Emily joined us, Tracie didn't want down from my lap.  When the kids went to investigate the toys that Melina had been playing with too, Tracie was the last to join them.  Dr. says that she just wants to soak up all the love that she can.  It was a good breakthrough and it made me feel a lot better about things too.  This was also the first time that we had brought Melina with us.  Dr. told Andy and I that we make good babies.  We had a talk about how Melina has taught us a lot about the attachment cycle and in a lot of ways she's a lot further than the other kids.  Dr. says that Melina has already got self-regulation figured out whereas the other 3 don't have that down yet and she knew when she got hurt to come to one of us for a hug and reassurance whereas the others are struggling there too.  It was a good appt and it gave me hope.  I love my kids.  Andy even got a little choked up in the elevator about me and Tracie, although he covers it up by laughing.  I'm so glad that we have this dr helping us.  She's so understanding and has really helped us a lot so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-1285274759100625811?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1285274759100625811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=1285274759100625811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1285274759100625811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1285274759100625811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2012/01/break-through-with-tracie.html' title='A break through with Tracie...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-2845230980054667900</id><published>2012-01-16T12:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T12:43:49.575-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><title type='text'>Martin Luther King Day through Josiah's eyes</title><content type='html'>We were doing some educational stuff about Martin Luther King and they had a coloring page they were doing.  As they were coloring, I was reading to them about the life of MLK and his speech that he made.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading about MLK..."I have a dream today...that one day...little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and little white girls as sisters and brothers"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah says "Mommy, I already have that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh to see things through the eyes of babes. Precious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-2845230980054667900?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/2845230980054667900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=2845230980054667900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/2845230980054667900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/2845230980054667900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2012/01/martin-luther-king-day-through-josiahs.html' title='Martin Luther King Day through Josiah&apos;s eyes'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-8771898332040562237</id><published>2012-01-09T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T05:04:19.663-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Years resolutions'/><title type='text'>New Years Resolutions</title><content type='html'>I'm not making any major ones...I want to get back to Bible Study which I did this past Saturday...we worked on the commandment of Christ to Honor Marriage and it was a blessing to me.  Met some new girls and it's nice to sit with gals who you can share Christ and faith with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to get my health back on track and make sure that I drink my 8 glasses of water daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd like to get my 3 mile walk in a min of 3 times a week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to work on my prayer life a whole lot more and see where God takes me this year.  :-)  I need to give my personal goals to Him and let Him take the reigns...not my will, but His will be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-8771898332040562237?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/8771898332040562237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=8771898332040562237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/8771898332040562237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/8771898332040562237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Years Resolutions'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-5873099882259643126</id><published>2012-01-02T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T04:22:11.674-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deidra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A bad seed</title><content type='html'>Deidra's been a friend of a girl who has 3 other sisters for a long time.  She friended all of them, but she was closest to their younger girl (we'll just call her Said Girl).  Deidra met Said Girl when we moved into this neighborhood when Deidra was in 1st grade.  Said Girl was in 2nd.  Said Girl was her best friend for a couple of years although she was in one grade higher than her.  We never had a problem until said girl failed a grade and then Deidra became almost like competition and with some of the things that she would say to me at times, I could see that she was jealous of Deidra for some things.  She would pit the girls against her at school and she would refuse to let them play with her and Deidra would come home crying and saying that she didn't have any friends.  A few days later, they would be friends again, but the cycle went off and on like that all year.  I told her that real friends don't treat their friends like that.  She'd keep her distance from her for awhile and then said girl would start being really nice and Deidra would give her another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lately she's had to copy Deidra at everything that she does.  It drives Deidra crazy, but I always told her that some people just feel the need to do that and to take it as a form of flattery.  Anyway, there's been some drama this year, and when it came to her birthday party she didn't even want to invite Said Girl and when Said Girl invited her to her birthday party, Deidra didn't want to go.  However, she changed her mind trying to be a good friend and went anyway.  A girl moved to the neighborhood a couple of years ago and all this drama was always happenign between the 3 of them (we'll call her New Girl).  I gave the New Girl a bad rap and told Deidra that it was all due to her and that she didn't need to be playing with girls like that who said bad things about her and so forth.  For a long time she stayed away from her, but the things that Said Girl would say that New Girl said about her all of the time really hurt Deidra.  Anyway, Deidra has stayed friends with Said Girl's older sister and she's been putting distance between herself and Said Girl, although she wouldn't go into a whole lot of reasons with me anymore about why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's friends with a few other people in the neighborhood and she's been trying to spend more time with them, but she went down to Said Girl's house yesterday to talk to her older sister and she wound up calling and asking to spend the night.  We said that was ok.  A couple hours later, her Dad brought her back to the house saying that there's been some drama with the girls and until they can get it sorted out, he was makign the girls go home.  Deidra was in tears and spent the next half an hour crying to us about all that had gone on.  Apparently New Girl was spending the night down there too with Said Girl and she had gotten sent home too.  We put the little kids to bed and came downstairs still trying to console her when there was a knock at the door.  It was New Girl and her Mom.  New Girl was crying too.  They wanted to know if Deidra could spend the night over there and we started talking.  New Girl's Mom had taken all that Said Girl had said and had pinned Deidra as having a bad rap  over the years and here I had taken some of the going's on and given New Girl as having the bad rap...something happened yesterday and it all came out.  Said Girl has been spreading lies about everyone else so that she can get all the glory as being an awesome friend.  She didn't want her friends having any other friends and so she was spreading lies about every one else behind their back and telling the girls that lies were being told about them, but that it was the other girls saying things.  Deidra said that another little girl in the neighborhood won't even talking to her anymore (she was just here for D's birthday in Nov) because she thinks she's a liar.  Deidra started crying again and said that it's all due to Said Girl.  I don't know whether to go talk to her Mom or not as her Mom is a nurse in our doctor's office and we talk whenever we go in there and her younger daughter is a friend of my Emma's too.   I've known that Said Girl has a not so nice side and anytime I've talked to her Mom about stuff, she's always taken Deidra's side as she knows how Said Girl can be.  I just didn't realize that it had gotten THIS bad.  I told her last night that I don't want her going down there anymore, even if it is to hang out with her older sister.  Her older sister is more than welcome to come down here if she wants to and they can talk on the phone too, but no more going down there.  I'm putting my foot down now as my Deidra doesn't need to be treated like that.  Newer Girl's Mom told me she had told her daughter the same thing.  I woke up a few times in the middle of the night thinking about it.  I'm almost considering going to talk to Deidra's other friend's Mom's in the neighborhood to try to clear Deidra's name and to let them know that Said Girl is bad news and to keep their daughter's away from her as Said Girl lies about them too.  And the next time I hear of the lies being spread at school, I just may take this to the guidance counselor.  I'm pretty disappointed...It's one of those things where I wanted Deidra to learn to fight her own battles and so I stayed out of it.  I just never had imagined that the problem had gotten this big until last night.  I feel so bad for my Deidra.  She's one of those people, just like I am, where she puts other people's feelings before her own, and she just wanted to be a good friend.  Now that I know all of this, I'm going to help her stand firm in putting distance between herself and this girl.  Nobody needs a friend like that that can't stand people being friends with anyone else and is going to sabotage friendships over being that jealous.  Wow!!  I had a friend that tried to do that to me as an adult and it was incredibly draining.  I had to deal with phone calls from other friends asking me questions all the time, because she was telling them that I had this going on and that going on and didn't need them bothering me all of the time, yet she would try to swoop in and be the one to rescue me or whatever all of the time.  Once, I finally figured out what was happening, she was surprised when I called her out on it and we pretty much stopped being friends because of it.  That was hard on me as well, but I'm going to help Deidra firmly close the door on this friendship now...at least for a long while...who knew 5th grade girls could be THIS mean?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Girl's Mom let me read a text that she got from Said Girl yesterday too and I was completely in shock that she thought it was ok to talk to an adult like that.  It just drove the stake in further...I don't want her around Deidra anymore.  New Girl's Mom told me some of the lies that New Girl has been hearing as well and I just found one of them laughable.  Deidra invited New Girl to her bday party long before she invited Said Girl.  She wasn't going to invite Said Girl at all, but I told her that if she was going to invite Said Girl's older sister, that I thought it was only fair of her to invite Said Girl too.  Trying to nice, she finally did.  After the party, Said Girl went back to New Girl and said "did you know that Deidra didn't even want to invite you to her birthday party and wasn't going to?"  New Girl's Mom said "that's bs as Deidra brought the invitation down here."  She was surprised when Deidra said "it's Said Girl that I wasn't going to invite, but my Mom didn't think I was being fair."  If I knew back then, that it had gotten this bad, I would have supported her in her decision.  I just can't believe all the lies that have been put out there and so forth.  Said Girl has some issues that she's going to have to work though, that's all I'm going to say.  Wow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I ask that you bring some GOOD STRONG faith girls into Deidra's life that she can share true friendship with and help her to weed out those girls from her life that don't have her best interests at heart and just want to cause problems for her.  Thank you, dear Lord.  Help Deidra work through all of this and give her your peace and comfort.  Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-5873099882259643126?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/5873099882259643126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=5873099882259643126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/5873099882259643126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/5873099882259643126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2012/01/bad-seed.html' title='A bad seed'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-8095525769522109377</id><published>2011-12-24T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:25:02.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><title type='text'>A new psychiatrist for Josiah...</title><content type='html'>Our attachment therapist had told us that we needed a new psychiatrist that had some experience and was more familiar with the needs of kids who had been through foster care and suffered from neglect.  She knew I was pretty upset at having to start over with a new resident at Children's each year.  Everytime we got one to understand what our daily struggles were, it was time for them to leave and we got a new one.  This new one that we got a couple of months ago didn't even want to listen to me and just wanted to hear Josiah...Josiah was lying about stuff and thinking everything was funny and the resident told me he wanted to take him off his agression meds as they weren't working if we were still experiencing the level of agression that he has.  I told him that I wasn't comfortable with that as he's even more of a hand full when he's not on those meds and it did curb his agression somewhat from before he was on it.  He labeled him as depressed and told me that over the next couple visits he was going to pull him off of his meds and put him on some Zoloft.  I wasn't comfortable with that and neither was our attachment therapist.  She got me the name of a new dr that another one of her familiy's used and we sent in the paperwork for an appt.  We weren't supposed to be seen until Feb. 4, but they called and got us in earlier.  We met with her today up in Garland.  She kept him on his current meds, but added Kapvay to the mix.  She said it shoudl slow him down to where he's not so hyper all of the time.  I'm excited to see what happens and I'm glad that we have a new doctor with experience and who is willing to listen to us as parents about what's going on and our struggles as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-8095525769522109377?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/8095525769522109377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=8095525769522109377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/8095525769522109377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/8095525769522109377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-psychiatrist-for-josiah.html' title='A new psychiatrist for Josiah...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-2869100518242408824</id><published>2011-12-09T07:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T07:16:15.921-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deidra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><title type='text'>Just a quick update for now on the kids...</title><content type='html'>Things are busy.  Some days go better than others.  However, I pray alot and am learning to put things in God's hands instead of always trying to figure things out for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deidra--she celebrated her golden birthday on November 11, 2011 and turned 11.  She had a birthday party here at the house with friends and family and she had 2 friends spend the night.  Whoever wanted to was invited to go ice skating with us the next day at the mall.  We had some drama there as Deidra felt like nobody was waiting for her and that she wasn't skating well enough, but for the most part things went well and they all had fun.  She's getting quite the little attitude lately, so I've been praying about that.  It comes with the age, but I'm not liking it much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah--He's doing well in kindergarten.  The teacher said that he's already met the spring goals for the state testing that they've done and that he knows a lot of sight words already compared to his class.  I think he picks it up when I try to teach Emma.  Anyway, he's got a lot of behavior problems in class that we're trying to work on, but otherwise he's doing well.  If only he could learn to channel some of the energy that he has and practice some self-control I think we'd be doing better, God has my prayers on that one as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma--she's working hard at school.  It's not coming super easy for her this year and she's having to work HARD and she's not liking it much.  She's also getting in her bossy stage and thinks she doesn't have to DO anything, she just has to tell everyone else what to do.  So, that's been fun.  She's been working with a reading recovery teacher for a couple of months now.  Still not making much progress, but she's trying really hard.  She started the school year at a level 3 in reading and is currently only at a level 4.  Teacher says she should be at a level 10-12 by Christmas.  They started pulling her out for some speech intervention to work on basic letter sounds, blending, that type of thing to help with reading as well this week.  And then, I got a letter from her teacher that she's also struggling with math, but she doesn't want to use the charts that she has available to use.  I think I figured out why when she brought them home...she is strugglign with number recognition in the higher digits or she's getting them backwards.  So, we need to work more on that too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracie--She is always wanting to be entertained.  It's like she can't figure out how to play or do something by herself.  Our attachment therapist told me to tell her to go play and give her 20 minutes to do it...she'll either figure it out or she'll sit and be mad for 20 minutes.  I don't understand why I even give her toys sometimes...she doesn't want to play with them, she'd rather sit at the table and cut paper in a zillion pieces.  She is sweet and nurturing with Melina most of the time, but she hates having to share.  She's doing really well in school and talks a lot about the friends that she's made there.  I'm glad that she is doing well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melina--she is my big helper!  It's crazy to me what she can do for only being 19 months.  She helps to unload the dishwasher, and the dryer, and she'll wash the table off too.  One day, I was putting the laundry away upstairs and she had taken one of the kid's white clothes and put them in the dryer all by herself.  Granted, I told her we had to wash them first, but I thought that was pretty darn good for only being 19 months old.  She knows a lot of animal sounds...bird, dog, kitty, duck, chicken, cow, snake, and she does the hand over her nose for the skunk.  It's too cute!  Nothing gets by her...she watches someone do something once or twice and she's got it.  Unfortunately, we learned this the hard way too.  At church, she saw a little boy hit his mom when she told him "no."  and so we're having to teach her that we are "nice" and we don't hit.  It's still a learning thing in progress.  Animal books are favorite and a big board book with 100 first words in it is quickly becoming another one of her favorites.  She is a little sponge and is SO smart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-2869100518242408824?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/2869100518242408824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=2869100518242408824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/2869100518242408824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/2869100518242408824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-quick-update-for-now-on-kids.html' title='Just a quick update for now on the kids...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-8296695534305276649</id><published>2011-11-30T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T08:20:25.616-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deidra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Deidra's Thankful List</title><content type='html'>1.  Me&lt;br /&gt;2.  Candy&lt;br /&gt;3.  Mom and Dad&lt;br /&gt;4.  My family&lt;br /&gt;5.  Sisters and Brother&lt;br /&gt;6.  God&lt;br /&gt;7.  America&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-8296695534305276649?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/8296695534305276649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=8296695534305276649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/8296695534305276649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/8296695534305276649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/11/deidras-thankful-list.html' title='Deidra&apos;s Thankful List'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-8009927560241200202</id><published>2011-11-30T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T08:18:55.089-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Emily's Thankful List</title><content type='html'>1.  Mommy loving me&lt;br /&gt;2.  My toys&lt;br /&gt;3.  TV&lt;br /&gt;4.  My friends, Hope and Clara&lt;br /&gt;5.  My shoes&lt;br /&gt;6.  My clothes&lt;br /&gt;7  The world&lt;br /&gt;8.  Blankets and a warm bed&lt;br /&gt;9.  Reggie&lt;br /&gt;10.  Lucy&lt;br /&gt;11.  Daddy&lt;br /&gt;12.  Grandma Davis&lt;br /&gt;13.  Food&lt;br /&gt;14.  Computers&lt;br /&gt;15.  Clocks&lt;br /&gt;16.  Our house&lt;br /&gt;17.  Dishes&lt;br /&gt;18.  Flowers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-8009927560241200202?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/8009927560241200202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=8009927560241200202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/8009927560241200202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/8009927560241200202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/11/emilys-thankful-list.html' title='Emily&apos;s Thankful List'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-1160684247289954504</id><published>2011-11-30T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T08:17:04.343-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Tracie's Thankful List</title><content type='html'>1.  Mommy and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;2.  Melina&lt;br /&gt;3.  Our house&lt;br /&gt;4.  Trampoline&lt;br /&gt;4.  TV&lt;br /&gt;5.  Reggie&lt;br /&gt;6.  Our cats&lt;br /&gt;8.  My friends&lt;br /&gt;9.  Ms. Lucke (her teacher)&lt;br /&gt;10.  My clothes&lt;br /&gt;11.  Deidra&lt;br /&gt;12.  Books&lt;br /&gt;13.  My pillow pet&lt;br /&gt;14  Grandma&lt;br /&gt;15.  Emma&lt;br /&gt;16.  Josiah&lt;br /&gt;17.  School&lt;br /&gt;18.  Flowers&lt;br /&gt;19.  Coloring Paper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-1160684247289954504?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1160684247289954504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=1160684247289954504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1160684247289954504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1160684247289954504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/11/tracies-thankful-list.html' title='Tracie&apos;s Thankful List'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-8819331560697807665</id><published>2011-11-30T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T08:15:00.947-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Josiah's Thankful List</title><content type='html'>1.  Mommy and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;2.  God&lt;br /&gt;3.  My sisters&lt;br /&gt;4.  Food&lt;br /&gt;5.  My family&lt;br /&gt;6.  My house.&lt;br /&gt;7.  My friend, Hayden&lt;br /&gt;8.  My bed&lt;br /&gt;9.  Trees&lt;br /&gt;10.  Band-aids&lt;br /&gt;11.  Football&lt;br /&gt;12.  Daddy's grill&lt;br /&gt;13.  Pens&lt;br /&gt;14  Trash cans&lt;br /&gt;15.  Dishes to eat off of&lt;br /&gt;16.  Our clean house&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-8819331560697807665?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/8819331560697807665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=8819331560697807665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/8819331560697807665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/8819331560697807665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/11/josiahs-thankful-list.html' title='Josiah&apos;s Thankful List'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-7510079762587325971</id><published>2011-11-30T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T08:13:11.295-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Mom and Dad's Thankful Calendar</title><content type='html'>We all made a thankful calendar for the month of November to show the things that we are thankful for.  We got a bit off track, some of us made it farther than others, but that's ok.  It's about focusing on our blessings.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the one that I made...&lt;br /&gt;1.  Faith&lt;br /&gt;2.  Parents&lt;br /&gt;3.  Grandparents&lt;br /&gt;4.  Andy&lt;br /&gt;5.  My brothers, Zach and Jimmie&lt;br /&gt;6.  Hubby cooking&lt;br /&gt;7.  Friends&lt;br /&gt;8.  Cousins&lt;br /&gt;9.  Therapists&lt;br /&gt;10.  Visit with Dad&lt;br /&gt;11.  Deidra&lt;br /&gt;12.  Girl Time&lt;br /&gt;13.  Our house&lt;br /&gt;14.  Josiah&lt;br /&gt;15.  Paying cash for things.  Not having to use credit cards.&lt;br /&gt;16.  Emily&lt;br /&gt;17.  Mother-in-Law&lt;br /&gt;18.  Father-in-Law&lt;br /&gt;19.  The families that we met while fostering that can understand our journey&lt;br /&gt;20.  Time out with my Mom&lt;br /&gt;21.  Tracie&lt;br /&gt;22.  Doctors&lt;br /&gt;23.  Melina&lt;br /&gt;24.  Family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-7510079762587325971?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/7510079762587325971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=7510079762587325971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/7510079762587325971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/7510079762587325971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/12/mom-and-dads-thankful-calendar.html' title='Mom and Dad&apos;s Thankful Calendar'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-5605889745050907739</id><published>2011-09-27T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T08:54:13.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><title type='text'>Melina is a climber now!</title><content type='html'>My little Miss Monkeypants is a climber now.  Yesterday, she learned how to get up in all of the chairs (other than just Grammy's rocking chair).  She climbs up on everything now.  Let the adventures begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is such a little helper now...she helps take things out of the dryer and hands them to me to fold, she helps unload the dishwasher, she will take the wet clothes and put them into the dryer, and she helps to wipe down her high chair.  She loves to help and is right there by my side throughout most of the day.  Such a sweetheart.  She finally learned how to give kisses with her mouth closed too and she'll lean in and put her lips on yours to give kisses.  She's such a little lovey baby when she wants to be.  She likes to shake her head "no" when she doesn't want to do something too.  She's getting better at using her fork and spoon when she's eating too.  Such a little sponge.  She says hi, thank you, kitty, doggy, up, and please, and uh-oh now.  She chatters up a storm all day long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-5605889745050907739?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/5605889745050907739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=5605889745050907739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/5605889745050907739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/5605889745050907739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/09/melina-is-climber-now.html' title='Melina is a climber now!'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-1299493516779146471</id><published>2011-08-16T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T11:54:26.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><title type='text'>Melina's 15 Month Well-Baby Visit</title><content type='html'>I took Melina in for her 15 month well-baby check. She's 22 lbs (33%) and 30 1/2 inches long (46%). She's doing well. She got 2 shots which she didn't like and Josiah got very protective of her. He said to the dr "don't you ever give Melina a shot again." I had to laugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-1299493516779146471?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1299493516779146471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=1299493516779146471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1299493516779146471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1299493516779146471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/08/melinas-15-month-well-baby-visit.html' title='Melina&apos;s 15 Month Well-Baby Visit'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-510577796587873636</id><published>2011-08-16T05:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T05:57:15.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deidra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><title type='text'>Lord, please turn this day around...</title><content type='html'>I understand some of the behaviors my children have...but some days it doesn't make it any easier to deal with.  I understand that the kids are ready to go back to school and each day as we get a little closer I think I too am ready for them to go back.  Holy Spirit, please give me your strength to handle the things that come my way today.  I hate having to get after my children so many times and realizing it's only 7:45 in the morning.  I'm so tired of them screaming and yelling and picking at one another, having the 6 year old thinking that she needs to take care of the baby or that she can do it better than I can, I try to keep them occupied, but it seems like they just want to bicker and argue with one another or be mouthy with me.  I know the Emily more than likely had times when she was expected to take care of Tracie or their birth brother, J.  I understand that and I know that's probably where that comes from.  I just keep trying to reiterate to her that I am the Mommy and that I can take care of Melina.  This morning, Melina woke up at 5:30 and so she was up and I had fed her and the girls got up at 7.  I got them their cereal and instead of Emily sitting and eating, she kept trying to get up and getting stuff for Melina and shoving it in front of her face.  I kept trying to tell her that Melina had already been taken care of and yet she kept doing it...she was getting pieces of cereal and trying to feed her even when Melina didn't want it.  Finally, I got aggravated and I yelled at her to go sit down that I was Mommy and I can take care of Melina.  I needed her to listen to me and go focus on what she was supposed to be doing...eating her breakfast.  All day long, her and Tracie are constantly trying to pick her up, shove toys at her, wrap her in blankets, and so forth.  We keep telling them that Melina can pick what she wants to play with on her own, she can walk around and do what she wants, we tell her no no for the things that she can't touch and she goes about her way.  She needs to learn to make her own choices and she is plenty old enough to do it.  They can't seem to get that when she's screaming at them to put her down and whatnot, she wants to be left alone.  I am glad that they want to help with her and that they love her so much and she loves them too.  I just wish that they could understand that she is big enough to start doing some of this stuff on her own.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say that I am learning SO much about attachment in reading and through having Melina.  I see the things that come naturally with Melina..some of it is hard to put into words.  And I see the things that the others struggle with...I get angry at their birthparents sometimes for not investing in them more so that they wouldn't be struggling with things...things that they're not aware of or that I learn as we go along.  I love all of my children so much and just want what is best for them.  I know that they take those frustrations that they had at their birthparents and take them out on me as I am their primary caregiver.  I try to be strong enough to take all of that.  It's hard sometimes, but I know the best thing that I can do is to keep praying for them and trusting God that He knows what is best and that He will turn it all into something good.  I am thankful for my children.  I want to be the best Mommy that I can be to them.  I just ask for your strength and patience and a daily renewal of your fruits, Abba.  Thank you for all of your blessings.  Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-510577796587873636?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/510577796587873636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=510577796587873636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/510577796587873636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/510577796587873636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/08/lord-please-turn-this-day-around.html' title='Lord, please turn this day around...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-6041014933715593111</id><published>2011-08-15T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T12:41:20.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deidra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>We went to Phoenix last month and moved my Mother-in-Law to Texas.  She's going to live with us for awhile.  She's been here for 3 weeks now.  She's been a big help with the kids and it has been good to have her here.  Getting to know one another a bit more and things are going well.  It's an adjustment, but it's been a good one thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Andy's Dad also moved to Texas.  He's renting an apartment about a mile up the road from us.  We got him all moved in and he's been busy unpacking.  We are so blessed to have them here with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last week of Summer Break...the kids go to meet their teachers on Thursday, so we need to finish up school supply shopping and we need to go clothes shopping too.  We've had a busy summer filled with going places, watching movies, making treats, playing in the water, doing crafts, and spending time with one another.  I took Deidra to see the Smurf movie a week ago.  So cute and it was good!  We left Melina home with Grandma this weekend and took the others to Six Flags for the day.  Josiah and Emily were very brave riding the roller coasters.  Tracie tried them out, but they scared her a bit.  They all did great though and we enjoyed the day together.  It rained a bit that day too so it wasn't quite as hot as it had been.  Texas had 40 days of 100+ heat this summer right in a row.  Wow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-6041014933715593111?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/6041014933715593111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=6041014933715593111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/6041014933715593111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/6041014933715593111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/08/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-503753721422027571</id><published>2011-08-11T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T14:33:56.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business stuff'/><title type='text'>A Leap of Faith...</title><content type='html'>I went and rented a booth in Country Corner Treasures in Ferris today to set up our stuff for resale.  I'm going to try it out and see how we do.  We have our own little room.  I'm pretty excited, but it's scary too.  My Mom and my Mother-in-Law have some stuff in there as well.  I don't mind them selling stuff in there.  We'll see how it goes.  Abba, I ask that you will give our booth favor in there and that we will do well.  Thank you for your blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-503753721422027571?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/503753721422027571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=503753721422027571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/503753721422027571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/503753721422027571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/08/leap-of-faith.html' title='A Leap of Faith...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-5489929205376878717</id><published>2011-08-09T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T14:29:39.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attachment therapy'/><title type='text'>2nd Attachment Therapy Appt</title><content type='html'>We had our 2nd attachment therapy appt for Josiah today.  We had 2 big concerns that we wanted to discuss.  One being the fact that Mother-in-Law is now living with us and I can see him manipulating her to get what he wants without her seeing it.  That's obviously normal as we're still in the honeymoon period with her and it takes some practice to see what he does and how he goes about doing it.  I wanted some advice on how to go about handling it as I didn't want us to have problems like we had with my parents.  She suggested that we call the kids out on what they are doing as opposed to trying to correct my Mother-in-Law for giving in to them or whatnot.  Just lots going on that we normally don't let them get away with, but they are trying to see what they can get away with with my Mother-in-Law.  That and I feel like I can't correct them without her stepping in.  I am capable of correcting my children.  What she doesn't necessarily see is that whenever someone is here at the house, they up their antics and so there's a lot more stress on my part trying to keep control of things.  The therapist understood that.  She suggested that Andy talks to her about some things, but that hasn't happened as of yet.  Nothing bad really, just we all need to be on the same page and the bottom line is that the kids need to understand that they need to listen to me.  Emma is already pulling the "well, Grandma said" when she doesn't want to listen to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other big area of concern that I have is school.  Josiah will be going from half days to whole days.  He loves to exaggerate, confuse things that have happened, or just lie outright.  It's been happening a whole lot more this summer than what it ever has.  THe therapist knows about that too so I wanted suggestions from her...do I come out and have a talk with his teacher and the school about his behaviors upfront, or do I just let it go and let them find out for themselves.  This is a whole new school with all new teachers for him this year.  She asked if his file was given to the school and I said yes.  She said that they will see that he already has a discipline file, but she said it would be in our best interests to let them know up front that these are the things that he does and that he likes to make stuff up and that we won't believe the things that he tells us about them if they don't believe the things that he says about us.  She said to ask them to inform us if he makes accusations and that we would do the same when he makes them about the teacher and the school.  We also talked about the support system of if his behaviors continue to escalate at school or on the bus.  I told her that his IQ is high and he is very smart and that he's surpassing Emily with the stuff that he knows.  She said that is all good, but what she is fearful about is the stuff that he is really lagging in...conscience development, morals, poor sense of hurting others and remorse...that type of thing.  His behavior will get in the way of his learning...I told her that his occupational therapist has said that from the beginning.  He is very smart, but the behavior gets in the way and prohibits him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought him in and asked him how things were going and if he was being nice or mean to us girls in the house.  He said that he was being mean.  She had a talk with him about why he is doing that.  They talked about his birthmom and how she wasn't safe and how he was then brought to live with us and how he is projecting all of his feelings of mistrust about his birthmom onto me.  He got really sad during that portion, although he wouldn't say much.  Then, she asked him about riding the bus and how he felt about that and if he was scared.  He said no.  She then said "you're not scared about riding the bus with all the kids who are bigger than you."  He said no.  She moved suddenly (he was sitting on her lap) and he jumped.  She asked him if he knew that she was going to do that.  He said no and that it scared him.  He was then able to say that he was a little bit scared about riding the bus.  SHe feels that he is masking a lot of his feelings and it's just coming out in all this anger and agression and having to constantly pick on the girls.  The other thing that I wanted advice on was his constant need to talk and make noises.  It gets to the point sometimes that I can't even hear the girls who are right in front of me asking for something because of how loud he is and sometimes I honestly can't even complete a thought.  She told me to start giving him some nonverbal cues so that I didn't have to talk during that time so I wasn't yelling over the top of him.  She said to hold up my hand and say a simple stop.  If that didn't work to motion to zip your lips.  If he continued after that, to put him in time out or send him to his room as he's being defiant at that point.  I told her that I know he uses that as a controlling mechanism.  You can't be talking to anyone, he's going to interrupt...he's gotta get in there at some point.  She said that she's noticed that even when he's supposed to be keeping himself occupied on the other side of the door...he's constantly coming to knock on the door and he does it way more often than what a child would need something.  Anyway, that gave me some stuff to use and try and we'll go back again next time.  I think I'm going to have her start seeing the girls next time too.  She gave us some homework as she said that he really needs to understand the concept of dialogue and that it's not all about monologue.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I did find interesting too is that when she lifted him up on her lap, she asked me if he was always so stiff.  I said yes.  She asked me again if I knew much about prenatal exposure and I said that she denied anything.  She said with how stiff he is that makes her think that she used some coke and meth as that's typical with those kids.  I guess it can't be ruled out as we really don't know.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-5489929205376878717?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/5489929205376878717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=5489929205376878717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/5489929205376878717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/5489929205376878717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/08/2nd-attachment-therapy-appt.html' title='2nd Attachment Therapy Appt'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-2985885103356925691</id><published>2011-07-15T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T17:19:21.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deidra'/><title type='text'>Haircuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yM1Za8KuLig/TiDYDYW_K1I/AAAAAAAACAY/hRVGfTnS3Oc/s1600/IMG_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yM1Za8KuLig/TiDYDYW_K1I/AAAAAAAACAY/hRVGfTnS3Oc/s320/IMG_0141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629737086803192658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deidra and I got haircuts tonight.  I donated 12" to Locks of Love and so I got my haircut for free.  That surprised me, but I tried to make up for it by the tip I left the hairdresser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-2985885103356925691?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/2985885103356925691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=2985885103356925691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/2985885103356925691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/2985885103356925691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/07/haircuts.html' title='Haircuts'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-yM1Za8KuLig/TiDYDYW_K1I/AAAAAAAACAY/hRVGfTnS3Oc/s72-c/IMG_0141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-292958888610589329</id><published>2011-07-15T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T10:06:37.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><title type='text'>Cuddle Bugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LiAReCroOZo/TiBy7BLLJyI/AAAAAAAACAQ/DdQke7xRS4k/s1600/IMG_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LiAReCroOZo/TiBy7BLLJyI/AAAAAAAACAQ/DdQke7xRS4k/s320/IMG_0137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629625892466272034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they sweet?  Emily loves her so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-292958888610589329?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/292958888610589329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=292958888610589329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/292958888610589329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/292958888610589329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/07/cuddle-bugs.html' title='Cuddle Bugs'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-LiAReCroOZo/TiBy7BLLJyI/AAAAAAAACAQ/DdQke7xRS4k/s72-c/IMG_0137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-1111177962696247364</id><published>2011-07-15T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T10:02:08.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><title type='text'>Devotions with the littles today..</title><content type='html'>We talked today about how God is alwyas going to help us through our problems.  He doesn't promise that we will never have any, but he promises to help us through all of them.  Emily asked me today if when they got older if that meant that they would get kicked out of the family.  I immediately took her hands and hugged her and told her that although we all grow and age more and we may live in different places, our family starts with God and it's like the threads of their clothes..there's a line of thread that goes from God to Mommy and Daddy and then goes through all of our children and it binds us together.  I told her that just as I don't live with my parents anymore, we still visit each other and we talk on the phone and so forth and I know that I can always call them if I have a problem and they are there for me.  I told her that we would never kick her out of the family...she's always going to be one of us and we will always be there for her.  She had a little incident the other day where she got mad at Josiah in the car.  He was goofing around and wouldn't listen to me and there was a police officer in a car behind me that she saw.  All of a sudden she shrieked "Josiah you better behave or we're going to get taken away."  She was absolutely terrified.  I immediately told her that if I did get pulled over, I would have gotten a ticket more than likely because of what he was doing (fooling with his seatbelt), that it wasn't something that they would get taken away for.  I talked to her today about her birthmom and how she loved her in her own way, but for reasons that she doesn't understand right now that she was unable to take care of her the way that she deserves to be taken care of, but that she does love her enough to let her be part of a family (us) who can take care of her and will always love her.  We talked about adoption again and I hugged each one of them and told them that I love being their Mommy and although they grew in someone else's tummies, that I would always be there for them and they would never have to worry about not being part of our family.  That stemmed another conversation as Tracie and Josiah kept saying "well, we came out of your tummy."  I know Josiah doesn't remember his birthmom, but we talked about her for a minute and I told him her name.  He has no memory of her.  Tracie acted surprised that she didn't come out of my tummy, but we talked about her birthmom and she was surprised that was whose tummy she came out of.  She asked me then "what about Melina?"  I told her "you were here when Mommy had Melina, where did Melina come from?"  She then pointed to my stomach.  All the littles say that they want to be babies again and have me feed them out of bottles.  I have done that with Emma before and she responded positively to it.  It was something that she asked to do and I figured that maybe she just needed to do that. I don't know...I may do that at some point during our attachment activities, but I'll save that for another post.  I'm just glad that I'm able to talk with my children.  Some of these talks aren't always easy...they're not difficult...they're just awkward sometimes...I don't want to give them more information than they're ready for.  I just try to answer what they're asking and leave it at that.  Thank you God, for my precious children...the ones that grew in my tummy and the ones that grew in my heart.  I love them and want what is best for them.  I pray too that you will help them to heal and not be afraid anymore of being taken away from anyone.  And I pray in thanksgiving too to their birthmoms for giving them life and ask for your blessings over them too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-1111177962696247364?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1111177962696247364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=1111177962696247364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1111177962696247364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1111177962696247364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/07/devotions-with-littles-today.html' title='Devotions with the littles today..'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-3331633248354189633</id><published>2011-07-14T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T09:44:47.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deidra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>Day 4 of Summer Faith Adventure</title><content type='html'>We learned today that families stick together and pray for one another and help each other...we talked about sacrifices that we could make to help each other and that God is the happiest with us when we're thinking about others instead of ourselves.  We made rice krispies to reiterate families stick together.  We talked too about honoring and obeying our parents and how that not only makes parents happy, but it makes God happy too.  We made family trees and we talked about how we could pray together for one another and that God puts us in families so that we can help one another and pray for each other so that we can help one another get to Heaven.  We talked about how the Mommy is here to take good care of us and the Daddy is here to protect his family.  We talked about how marriage is the start of the family and what happens in a wedding.  This sparked some questions from Emma about her birth as she knew her birthmom wasn't married.  We talked about God's will for us is to wait until after marriage to have kids.  It led to a good discussion about their adoption and a good family talk and how they were safe here and that we would always be here for them.  I really felt that they understood a lot of what we talked about and it felt good to be open with them about some things.  I also wanted to tell them that although they grew in my heart, that I would always love them and be there to help them the best way that I could.  I am so thankful to have them in my life.  Thank you, God, for these precious children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melina had to get in on the fun too...we gave her a bowl and a spoon and she wound up putting a fake lizard in her bowl and we told her that she was making lizard soup...she would giggle and carry it around in her bowl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwSNnOwDzk/TiBskArUVSI/AAAAAAAACAI/rN9KGXsBD3M/s1600/IMG_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrwSNnOwDzk/TiBskArUVSI/AAAAAAAACAI/rN9KGXsBD3M/s320/IMG_0133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629618900125898018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily helping with the cereal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KouzoGng4B8/TiBsQuKjUoI/AAAAAAAACAA/3YYe9XCYfPQ/s1600/IMG_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KouzoGng4B8/TiBsQuKjUoI/AAAAAAAACAA/3YYe9XCYfPQ/s320/IMG_0126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629618568739115650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah pours in the cereal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RrV2DM1mwRY/TiBsDaVt38I/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjfbBj6u6x0/s1600/IMG_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RrV2DM1mwRY/TiBsDaVt38I/AAAAAAAAB_4/HjfbBj6u6x0/s320/IMG_0128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629618340078936002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracie helping to make the rice krispy treats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-76Pv37Qx9tI/TiBrndMpQfI/AAAAAAAAB_w/viIijtf14UA/s1600/IMG_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-76Pv37Qx9tI/TiBrndMpQfI/AAAAAAAAB_w/viIijtf14UA/s320/IMG_0127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629617859809853938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deidra helping to make rice krispy treats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K8fihO_G3Lw/TiBrUnHA8_I/AAAAAAAAB_o/USxqhitMXgQ/s1600/IMG_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K8fihO_G3Lw/TiBrUnHA8_I/AAAAAAAAB_o/USxqhitMXgQ/s320/IMG_0123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629617536053081074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our morning started out with a little boy with a tummy ache and he fell asleep trying to eat his cereal...we prayed for him and he rested for a bit and then felt better.  PTL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eesXYn0QTXY/TiBqkvycW0I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/Ku0KbMjj9GA/s1600/IMG_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eesXYn0QTXY/TiBqkvycW0I/AAAAAAAAB_Y/Ku0KbMjj9GA/s320/IMG_0119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629616713748994882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-3331633248354189633?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/3331633248354189633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=3331633248354189633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/3331633248354189633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/3331633248354189633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-4-of-summer-faith-adventure.html' title='Day 4 of Summer Faith Adventure'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-ZrwSNnOwDzk/TiBskArUVSI/AAAAAAAACAI/rN9KGXsBD3M/s72-c/IMG_0133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-4870551784091931517</id><published>2011-07-13T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T09:26:36.127-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deidra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the sickies'/><title type='text'>God is the one in control...I get that now God!</title><content type='html'>God has been working with me today...I am not the one in control He is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to go to the Y today to get my workout in.  THey didn't have room in the kids club today for all 4 of the kids.  So, I just put Melina in there and I told the littles to play in the Kids Zone with Deidra.  I wasn't on the treadmill 5 minutes and here come the kids into the cardio room.  Deidra is complaining that they won't listen to her and Josiah keeps running away from her.  He had been begging to play basketball and I thought he would have been having fun with that.  I should have known better.  I told them that they better listen to her or there were going to be problems and to go play for 15 minutes and I would be fast today.  5 minutes later, I see Deidra walk by to get a raquetball room and I knew what she was thinking.  Smart girl!  If she got them in the room, they couldn't get out and run from her.  5 minutes after that, here they all come into the cardio room again.  Josiah had chucked the ball at Deidra's face.  I was done.  I gathered Melina from the kids club and we left.  Get out to my car and the check engine light came on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran home to make Deidra a doctor appt as I am sure she has swimmers ear.  The kids were not super cooperative in the waiting room, but we made it.  Finally got checked in and got back to the doctors waiting area.  The kids played for a minute and then we got put in a room.  Thankfully, the doctor was in right away and confirmed her swimmers ear and we got some meds called in and we were off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the dealership that is being revamped right now to see what's going on.  Josiah immediately tries to start getting into their cookies.  My Mom walks in and tells him no and that they need to sit down.  He goes and tries to pull on the trailer hitches that they have on display and my Mom gets after him again.  She finally tells them that if they don't listen to me, Deidra will go get her and she will deal with them.  They sat relatively well, but needed a lot of redirection.  I had to text the speech therapist and let her know that I was going to be late.  Found out that it's some emissions code and it's safe to drive, some valve somewhere needs to be tightened or replaced but they couldn't get it in before we leave for AZ.  Ran to Walmart and to Walgreens quickly for Deidra's meds and then home for speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to do VBS in stages.  Oh well...at least we got it done...not a lot of pics though.  I'm having a lot of fun doing this with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-4870551784091931517?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/4870551784091931517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=4870551784091931517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/4870551784091931517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/4870551784091931517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/07/god-is-one-in-controli-get-that-now-god.html' title='God is the one in control...I get that now God!'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-1710525995955943022</id><published>2011-07-13T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T09:01:29.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Day 3 of Summer Faith Adventure</title><content type='html'>We did day 3 of summer faith adventure today.  We talked more about the roles of the bishop, priest, and deacons.  We talked about holy orders.  We were supposed to make pretzels, but everything I was trying to do today took a detour so we just bought the pre-made ones and popped them in the oven.  If God taught me anything today it's that I can plan all I want, but He is the one in control.  lol.  We continued to talk about King David as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily with her pretzel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-269d1z8kHww/TiBjiSN65gI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/nML--YlAxpI/s1600/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-269d1z8kHww/TiBjiSN65gI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/nML--YlAxpI/s320/IMG_0117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629608974870046210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah with his pretzel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nLxRGw8AEZo/TiBjU_B7zoI/AAAAAAAAB_I/3K9ZzPY4hWI/s1600/IMG_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nLxRGw8AEZo/TiBjU_B7zoI/AAAAAAAAB_I/3K9ZzPY4hWI/s320/IMG_0116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629608746381201026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracie ate her pretzel too, but she was doing speech when I took pictures so I didn't get a picture of her today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-1710525995955943022?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1710525995955943022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=1710525995955943022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1710525995955943022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1710525995955943022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-3-of-summer-faith-adventure.html' title='Day 3 of Summer Faith Adventure'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-269d1z8kHww/TiBjiSN65gI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/nML--YlAxpI/s72-c/IMG_0117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-8139973604779818431</id><published>2011-07-12T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T08:55:52.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><title type='text'>Trying to eat with her fork...</title><content type='html'>I finally started to try and give her a fork to try to eat with.  I wanted to see if she could do it herself...she is definitely trying...guess I should try her with a spoon first, but she wouldn't part with her fork.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ACMOPTLjzEg/TiBiq-oMSCI/AAAAAAAAB_A/7fWnqNqRfTw/s1600/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ACMOPTLjzEg/TiBiq-oMSCI/AAAAAAAAB_A/7fWnqNqRfTw/s320/IMG_0115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629608024718723106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bQbXFGyG4UQ/TiBie12PORI/AAAAAAAAB-4/s1Nq6uOU5f8/s1600/IMG_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bQbXFGyG4UQ/TiBie12PORI/AAAAAAAAB-4/s1Nq6uOU5f8/s320/IMG_0112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629607816203286802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-8139973604779818431?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/8139973604779818431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=8139973604779818431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/8139973604779818431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/8139973604779818431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/07/trying-to-eat-with-her-fork.html' title='Trying to eat with her fork...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-ACMOPTLjzEg/TiBiq-oMSCI/AAAAAAAAB_A/7fWnqNqRfTw/s72-c/IMG_0115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-7285655052066689504</id><published>2011-07-12T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T08:52:13.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Day 2 of Summer Faith Adventure</title><content type='html'>We did day 2 of summer faith adventure today.  We prayed one of the luminous mysteries of the baptism in the jordan.  We talked about how the stained glass windows in the church tell a story and then we made stained glass window cookies and our own stained glass windows that i hung up on the slider door.  We also talked about baptism and confirmation.  We also talked more about King David and Solomon.  We also prayed for our families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracie eating her cookie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jd8S96DDwQs/TiBg-O3YppI/AAAAAAAAB-w/Lp_4_gVNa3A/s1600/IMG_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jd8S96DDwQs/TiBg-O3YppI/AAAAAAAAB-w/Lp_4_gVNa3A/s320/IMG_0108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629606156471674514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily showing me her stained glass window that she made...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R51vIpuFxvY/TiBgss9AJRI/AAAAAAAAB-o/XPABX1X4mQk/s1600/IMG_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R51vIpuFxvY/TiBgss9AJRI/AAAAAAAAB-o/XPABX1X4mQk/s320/IMG_0103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629605855310652690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah helping to make the stain glass window cookies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0Qw_6l9FI0/TiBgW-puufI/AAAAAAAAB-g/1hSxsuShg1k/s1600/IMG_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0Qw_6l9FI0/TiBgW-puufI/AAAAAAAAB-g/1hSxsuShg1k/s320/IMG_0096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629605482104535538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-7285655052066689504?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/7285655052066689504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=7285655052066689504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/7285655052066689504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/7285655052066689504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-2-of-summer-faith-adventure.html' title='Day 2 of Summer Faith Adventure'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-jd8S96DDwQs/TiBg-O3YppI/AAAAAAAAB-w/Lp_4_gVNa3A/s72-c/IMG_0108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-1755569040324907246</id><published>2011-07-11T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T15:24:00.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Day 1 of Summer Faith Adventure</title><content type='html'>We had a good first day of homeschool VBS today.  We said the first decade of the Joyful mysteries...the Anunciation and learned more about that.  We talked about baptism.  We learned about King David.  We made kings and crowns cookies...they had a hard time with carving.  Emmy made a crown in her dough and Tracie just wanted to do a heart.  Josiah wound up eating all of his dough before it could be carved out.  Oh well.  They had fun anyway.  We talked about the pope and they got to make miter hats too.  We also played "I am a child of God."  I really enjoyed the day with them and I did learn that I could homeschool if I ever needed to afterall.  :-)  It went surprisingly well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very messy Tracie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OO_iBQeWlt8/Th4Z-2qExLI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/tJQFx9p1bWs/s1600/IMG_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OO_iBQeWlt8/Th4Z-2qExLI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/tJQFx9p1bWs/s320/IMG_0088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628965151874270386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily carving a crown into her dough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x019KNlme3A/Th4ZtoiOJaI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/BQWi3Y-39Pw/s1600/IMG_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x019KNlme3A/Th4ZtoiOJaI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/BQWi3Y-39Pw/s320/IMG_0087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628964856025458082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah's picture that he colored of John baptising Jesus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QVDW5TuXff8/Th4ZKW-7y5I/AAAAAAAAB-A/7PibWJOoN2s/s1600/IMG_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QVDW5TuXff8/Th4ZKW-7y5I/AAAAAAAAB-A/7PibWJOoN2s/s320/IMG_0081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628964250018630546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracie and her miter hat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BUVimVg8fSs/Th4YrLwPFOI/AAAAAAAAB94/ntHe_t9VElY/s1600/IMG_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BUVimVg8fSs/Th4YrLwPFOI/AAAAAAAAB94/ntHe_t9VElY/s320/IMG_0079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628963714428245218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah tasting the batter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WpKjz2BLdI8/Th4X_8A9CHI/AAAAAAAAB9w/SYdgTDtyTnQ/s1600/IMG_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WpKjz2BLdI8/Th4X_8A9CHI/AAAAAAAAB9w/SYdgTDtyTnQ/s320/IMG_0075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628962971469023346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily helping to make keys and crowns cookies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OT35EaAkupc/Th4XuB6-b9I/AAAAAAAAB9o/0InQ9H86hPo/s1600/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OT35EaAkupc/Th4XuB6-b9I/AAAAAAAAB9o/0InQ9H86hPo/s320/IMG_0067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628962663816916946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-1755569040324907246?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1755569040324907246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=1755569040324907246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1755569040324907246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1755569040324907246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-1-of-summer-faith-adventure.html' title='Day 1 of Summer Faith Adventure'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OO_iBQeWlt8/Th4Z-2qExLI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/tJQFx9p1bWs/s72-c/IMG_0088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-6099732141075281619</id><published>2011-07-11T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T15:02:46.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><title type='text'>Melina feeding her baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gs2Tswi-Rak/Th4V0oAqD_I/AAAAAAAAB9g/dqXY8VP2mL0/s1600/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gs2Tswi-Rak/Th4V0oAqD_I/AAAAAAAAB9g/dqXY8VP2mL0/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628960578097254386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She totally makes me smile.  She got the bottle and then went and got the baby, sat down and started feeding her baby.  So sweet!  Melina sure does take good care of her babies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-6099732141075281619?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/6099732141075281619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=6099732141075281619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/6099732141075281619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/6099732141075281619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/07/melina-feeding-her-baby.html' title='Melina feeding her baby!'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-gs2Tswi-Rak/Th4V0oAqD_I/AAAAAAAAB9g/dqXY8VP2mL0/s72-c/IMG_0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-2254910047181456242</id><published>2011-07-10T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T14:49:13.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><title type='text'>Helping to put groceries away...</title><content type='html'>Melina surprises me all of the time with the things that she tries to help us do.  A lot of times when we ask the littles to do something, she is the first one to go scampering off to try and do it.  We brought the groceries in today and she was immediately trying to "help."  She amazes me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she loves to shut the doors for us...this one made me laugh as she was literally trying to close Andy in the door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HGjwm1R92RY/Th4SYqAZxII/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Rv9x29-qh-Q/s1600/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HGjwm1R92RY/Th4SYqAZxII/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Rv9x29-qh-Q/s320/IMG_0056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628956799061836930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's in here that is for me?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CVYfWkpswtQ/Th4SIZlopWI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/2D7YPGj1B2c/s1600/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CVYfWkpswtQ/Th4SIZlopWI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/2D7YPGj1B2c/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628956519776691554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she noticed her milk in the bag and dragged it towards the refrigerator...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0kjWrNNIpn4/Th4R5sQ64tI/AAAAAAAAB9I/-uDjnMMdZT4/s1600/IMG_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0kjWrNNIpn4/Th4R5sQ64tI/AAAAAAAAB9I/-uDjnMMdZT4/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628956267092042450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-2254910047181456242?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/2254910047181456242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=2254910047181456242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/2254910047181456242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/2254910047181456242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/07/helping-to-put-groceries-away.html' title='Helping to put groceries away...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HGjwm1R92RY/Th4SYqAZxII/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Rv9x29-qh-Q/s72-c/IMG_0056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-4821413287767170109</id><published>2011-07-10T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T14:44:09.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><title type='text'>Emily Loves Her Baby Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BNGbQ6jlWto/Th4RR6eteSI/AAAAAAAAB9A/z6rd49AjytM/s1600/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BNGbQ6jlWto/Th4RR6eteSI/AAAAAAAAB9A/z6rd49AjytM/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628955583713212706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so Emily was supposed to be in time out.  But Melina went and laid her head in her lap and it was just too precious not to take a picture.  Emmy loves her baby sister and Melina loves her too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-4821413287767170109?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/4821413287767170109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=4821413287767170109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/4821413287767170109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/4821413287767170109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/07/emily-loves-her-baby-sister.html' title='Emily Loves Her Baby Sister'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-BNGbQ6jlWto/Th4RR6eteSI/AAAAAAAAB9A/z6rd49AjytM/s72-c/IMG_0049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-370584496229262476</id><published>2011-07-10T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T11:32:54.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>My business vision...</title><content type='html'>We have been selling on ebay for almost as long as we've been married.  We'll be married for 13 years this year.  We both enjoy it a lot.  However, we really enjoy the thrift store hunts of finding things to resell as well as our garage sale finds.  We got watching Storage Wars and American Pickers as well and our imaginations are going crazy.  We were having our first garage sale ever last year and the wheels started to turn in my head.  I'd love to have a resale store.  Andy and I talked a little bit and could see ourselves doing that. The only thing is that we don't want to incur debt...it's all cash to pay for everything.  My father-in-law built me clothing racks when he was down as we wanted to try to have garage sales more often.  We just had a spur of the moment garage sale on the 4th of July as we wanted to try to get rid of some stuff to make room for my Mother-in-Law's stuff when she moves here in the next little bit.  We had those clothing racks FULL of clothes and that was only about half the clothes that we had to sell.  My Grandma used to love to buy stuff and wash it up and clean it and resell it.  They would pair together with her sisters and have HUGE garage sales 3-4 times a year.  When I'm out sometimes, I talk to her and doing this makes me feel closer to her too.  But, my wheels are turning a little more as we talk about starting our next little branch of our business.  I'd love to have a place that my whole family could work and have my kids close to me as we go about our work.  We were watching The Cupcake Girls last night (never watched the show before last night) and I love that their whole family works together.  I have a vision...I'm not ready to share it all quite yet...but I ran it by Andy today and he's on board with my idea.  So, we'll get ready to grow out our next branch and see where this takes us.  I'm excited.  We're talking about starting it in August.  God, use me and my family to fill Your Holy Will please.  You know my heart and I am a giver.  I have this vision and I want to do Your Work.  Please use me and my family and help us to fulfill this dream together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-370584496229262476?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/370584496229262476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=370584496229262476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/370584496229262476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/370584496229262476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-business-vision.html' title='My business vision...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-2948630581353524724</id><published>2011-07-10T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T11:21:48.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household duties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Busy day...</title><content type='html'>We had church this morning, which I spent out in the vestibule with Melina and 5 other Moms with their babies.  We are slowly starting to get to know each other as the babies are all aroudn the same age and don't sit for long.  They gotta move aroudn you know.  On the way home, we stopped to get our newspapers so that we could get our coupons and then we stopped at McDonald's to get breakfast.  After we ate, Andy and I talked about somethign that I have been thinking about for awhile.  I have a vision that I see in my head for a business...but that's a whole other post.  Anyway, we put Melina down for her morning nap and left the littles downstairs to play.  Andy and Deidra went up to her room to clean her carpets and get her room picked up so that her room is ready for her to bunk with Grandma Hoffman in a few days and then I worked on switching out the littles closets since they switched rooms a few months ago (yes, that's right...I said a few).  So, now their clothes are in the proper rooms.  Now, I'm working on getting our laundry done and I think I'm going to wash our bedding today too if I have time.  I also need to clean the upstairs bathrooms and vacuum the floors up there.  Then, we have to plan our meals for the week and look for coupons so that we can go get the groceries for the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-2948630581353524724?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/2948630581353524724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=2948630581353524724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/2948630581353524724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/2948630581353524724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/07/busy-day.html' title='Busy day...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-1880969656127052479</id><published>2011-07-09T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T11:14:46.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deidra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><title type='text'>Split Games</title><content type='html'>The kids had their games at the same time today and so Andy brought the little to their t-ball game and Mommy and Melina took Deidra to her volleyball game.  Deidra's team won their game.  Her coach was really glad to see her since she missed the last game due to her strep throat.  She was greated with a "Yeah, you made it!" and a big hug from her coach and high fives from her teammates.  Only about 6 of the 9 made it to the game!  They won both games that they played.  Now, Thursday night she'll start the tournament.  If they win Thursday, they play Friday.  If they win Friday, they play Saturday.  We're supposed to leave for Phoenix on Saturday morning, so this may delay things, but we're trying to see if she can play with her team on Saturday.  A lot will depend on game time as we already reserved our room in Las Cruces, NM for Saturday night.  We tried to go see the end of the littles t-ball game, but they were walking to the car when we met them by the field.  They lost their game, but they were good sports and all tried very hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-1880969656127052479?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1880969656127052479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=1880969656127052479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1880969656127052479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1880969656127052479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/07/split-games.html' title='Split Games'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-6317723327246816289</id><published>2011-07-09T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T14:41:17.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><title type='text'>Melina and the letter B</title><content type='html'>Daddy got her a beach ball and she absolutely loves it.  She bounces it and runs after it.  So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wCUiLPbvR0k/Th4QveDNfdI/AAAAAAAAB84/xuo1fp8Pnyw/s1600/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wCUiLPbvR0k/Th4QveDNfdI/AAAAAAAAB84/xuo1fp8Pnyw/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628954991966125522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bathing beauty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GHhbwMId-l4/Th4QeWZmbbI/AAAAAAAAB8w/YClgps_TsUU/s1600/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GHhbwMId-l4/Th4QeWZmbbI/AAAAAAAAB8w/YClgps_TsUU/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628954697854774706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-6317723327246816289?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/6317723327246816289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=6317723327246816289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/6317723327246816289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/6317723327246816289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/07/melina-and-letter-b.html' title='Melina and the letter B'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-wCUiLPbvR0k/Th4QveDNfdI/AAAAAAAAB84/xuo1fp8Pnyw/s72-c/IMG_0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-4791434587746745929</id><published>2011-07-08T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T14:37:23.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><title type='text'>I cook with you, Momma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C0OcraAi_FU/Th4P366qz7I/AAAAAAAAB8o/7X1be-P6yJM/s1600/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C0OcraAi_FU/Th4P366qz7I/AAAAAAAAB8o/7X1be-P6yJM/s320/IMG_0041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628954037642252210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sweetheart had to cook with Momma while I was making dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-4791434587746745929?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/4791434587746745929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=4791434587746745929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/4791434587746745929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/4791434587746745929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-cook-with-you-momma.html' title='I cook with you, Momma!'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-C0OcraAi_FU/Th4P366qz7I/AAAAAAAAB8o/7X1be-P6yJM/s72-c/IMG_0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-1797234913797125205</id><published>2011-07-07T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T11:36:51.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couponing'/><title type='text'>Our coupon run!</title><content type='html'>Target:&lt;br /&gt;Shelf cost: $44.30&lt;br /&gt;Coupons/Discounts: $32.75&lt;br /&gt;Total Out of Pocket: $11.55 (74% savings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CVS:&lt;br /&gt;Shelf Cost: $9.98&lt;br /&gt;Coupons/Discounts: $8.98&lt;br /&gt;Tax: $0.08&lt;br /&gt;Total Out of Pocket: $1.08 (89% savings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walgreens (2 combined transactions):&lt;br /&gt;Shelf Cost: $33.91&lt;br /&gt;Coupons/Discounts: $23.28&lt;br /&gt;Tax: $0.49&lt;br /&gt;Total Out of Pocket: $7.12 (80% savings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit goes to my hubby who planned out our trip and found the coupons.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-1797234913797125205?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1797234913797125205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=1797234913797125205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1797234913797125205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1797234913797125205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-coupon-run.html' title='Our coupon run!'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-2007066461873223318</id><published>2011-07-05T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T10:47:02.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the sickies'/><title type='text'>Melina has strep now...</title><content type='html'>Melina started being fussy at night a few nights ago, but she wasn't acting that way during the day, so we just thought that maybe she was having night terrors as she didn't have any other symptoms.  Last night, she was up every few minutes crying and she had a bit of a runny nose.  I'm thinking that she's teething as she has a runny nose, a diaper rash, and she's had some diarrhea on and off.  Throughout the day, she's been fussy as well.  I was trying to get some stuff done before I started dinner and she wouldn't let me do anything without crying and reaching for me.  She had another poopy diaper and her diaper rash was really red and so I got her changed and more Desitin on.  Was going to put dinner in the oven really quick and she just started screaming.  Gave her some tylenol, some teething stuff, held her for a little bit and she cried and cried for almost a half an hour before she really started screaming.  I figured I better bring her in.  I called and they asked how quick I could get there.  Andy was almost home so they gave me an appt 20 minutes later.  Good thing we don't live far.  She said that her ears looked fine, her glands in the neck were a little swollen.  She said she was going to swab her throat, but she didn't think it looked really red or anything, but since sister had strep she wanted to be on the safe side.  She looked at the diaper rash and agreed that it looked pretty bad and red and thought maybe that's why she was so fussy.  She said she was going to call in a script that would have to be compounded and gave me two pharmacies that do that...ours was already closed so she let me know where the other one was and then she said that her strep test came back positive.  I had her call that one in to our regular pharmacy and I headed to get the diaper rash script.  Got there and found out that their lab has to make it, that's not something they can just do in a few minutes and that it would take 24-48 hours.  I left praying that they can get it done sooner rather than later.  I don't like to see my baby girl hurting.  Lord, please give us a healthy streak.  It seems like we are sick with something all of the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-2007066461873223318?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/2007066461873223318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=2007066461873223318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/2007066461873223318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/2007066461873223318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/07/melina-has-strep-now.html' title='Melina has strep now...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-1331250223137700426</id><published>2011-07-05T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T10:38:08.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attachment therapy'/><title type='text'>First Attachment Therapy Appt for Josiah</title><content type='html'>Andy and I met with a new therapist for Josiah today.  This one is a psychologist who is going to help us with some of the problems going on in our home regarding Josiah’s behaviors.  I found her on an attachment site for kids who have reactive attachment disorder.  She met with us for about 45 minutes and gathered information on Josiah’s life thus far and what has been going on that made us seek her.  We told her all that we’ve been through and different stuff that we have tried.  She had him in a room where he could play with a video monitor on him the whole time.  I told her about my fears with the safety stuff going on in the home, how aggressive he is, how the behavior therapy that we tried doesn’t work (she wasn’t surprised, she said the traditional stuff doesn’t work with these kids and it’s not a problem with the parenting and these kids can be charmers so people don’t necessarily see what we see as they’re not in the home).  With his poor cause and effect thinking, he blames us for being mean to him when we have to discipline rather than seeing that his behavior got him there.  No sooner did we discuss this as I always fear that he’s going to say the wrong thing to the wrong person and we’re going to be in trouble for something we didn’t even do, than he knocked at the door, the therapist went and got the door and he said he had to go potty (nevermind that Andy had just taken him).  He wanted Mommy to take him though as Daddy hurts his arm when he says that he has to go to the bathroom.  The therapist saw right through it and said that she thought it was interesting that we just had talked about that.  She wanted Andy to take him to the bathroom.  She documented that in her notes as she said that if we had any problems in the future, that someone would have it documented somewhere that he does this stuff.  She told me to calm down as she could see that I was fearful.  She was on our side.  We talked about a lot of stuff and then she called Josiah in to talk to her.  She looked at his hands and his face for signs of what she thought we were dealing with and confirmed it.  He has fetal alcohol effects and that is why he has such a hard time with emotional regulation, making poor choices, and with his cause and effect thinking.  She said that she also thinks that he has the reactive attachment disorder, but we can’t work on the attachment until we get him to learn to regulate himself.  I am so glad that we finally found a therapist who supports us and doesn’t think we’re crazy and is understanding.  She also told us that there’s a difference in someone who studies it and someone who has lived/is living it and she understands as her family fostered 50 kids when she was growing up.  We’re going to start seeing her once a month for an hour as she only works out of the Dallas office for one week out of the month.  I’m just relieved to know that someone understands.  When she talked to Josiah, she let him know that she knew what was going on and that he had some problem areas to work on.  She called him out on it in a sing song sort of way.  She gave Andy and I each some homework to work on with him each day.  His number one rule to understand right now is that his #1 rule of being a man is that you never hurt a girl and Andy has to back me up when Josiah disrespects me to let him know that he is to listen to Mommy and not to hurt me or be disrespectful.  Josiah is to understand that Daddy is the top dog and that Josiah is not the one in control.  We’re going to make some changes to his room so that the door locks from the hallway and that when we send him to his room, he has a place to throw a fit and scream and do whatever, but we’ll have to make some changes to the door (putting a peephole in) and making sure that he can’t break the window.  We go back in one month to tweak some things and for her to find out how things have been going.  He had to leave one bad behavior behind in her office when we left…he got to throw a wacky bug up on her ceiling to stay there…he chose to leave behind some of his mad feelings.  We have a lot of work to do, but I feel better about things than I have in awhile.  Please pray for our family during all of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-1331250223137700426?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1331250223137700426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=1331250223137700426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1331250223137700426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1331250223137700426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/07/andy-and-i-met-with-new-therapist-for.html' title='First Attachment Therapy Appt for Josiah'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-3106981395108761079</id><published>2011-07-02T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T17:45:08.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>A reminder of God's promise...</title><content type='html'>We got the tiniest amount of rain just now, but with it came a beautiful rainbow.  God gives us His love here in TX...I've seen more rainbows than I ever have living here.  Love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8C3USYnCvbY/Tg-7Sp6KzRI/AAAAAAAAB7o/wyMFDc6Fx58/s1600/IMG_9970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8C3USYnCvbY/Tg-7Sp6KzRI/AAAAAAAAB7o/wyMFDc6Fx58/s320/IMG_9970.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624920388770909458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-3106981395108761079?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/3106981395108761079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=3106981395108761079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/3106981395108761079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/3106981395108761079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/07/reminder-of-gods-promise.html' title='A reminder of God&apos;s promise...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-8C3USYnCvbY/Tg-7Sp6KzRI/AAAAAAAAB7o/wyMFDc6Fx58/s72-c/IMG_9970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-1720620505976594407</id><published>2011-07-02T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T17:49:19.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of July'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>4th of July Parade</title><content type='html'>Deidra rode on the Carlisle float with Grandma. They got 2nd place for best float!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S2IROrAeveY/Tg-8Rms0ldI/AAAAAAAAB74/IBWgCUyEBIc/s1600/IMG_9909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S2IROrAeveY/Tg-8Rms0ldI/AAAAAAAAB74/IBWgCUyEBIc/s320/IMG_9909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624921470241379794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us watching the parade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zYN7HooGIQo/Tg-758O-VJI/AAAAAAAAB7w/kOyl92G5iY8/s1600/IMG_9901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zYN7HooGIQo/Tg-758O-VJI/AAAAAAAAB7w/kOyl92G5iY8/s320/IMG_9901.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624921063704908946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-1720620505976594407?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1720620505976594407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=1720620505976594407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1720620505976594407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1720620505976594407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july-parade.html' title='4th of July Parade'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S2IROrAeveY/Tg-8Rms0ldI/AAAAAAAAB74/IBWgCUyEBIc/s72-c/IMG_9909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-8675923389109415481</id><published>2011-07-02T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T18:09:29.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of July'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Mommy's little firecrackers...</title><content type='html'>Melina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7wuI95Rsh_8/Tg_A-GSiPUI/AAAAAAAAB8g/Ltb15DYce4E/s1600/IMG_9898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7wuI95Rsh_8/Tg_A-GSiPUI/AAAAAAAAB8g/Ltb15DYce4E/s320/IMG_9898.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624926632681815362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f7G9gvpQE4c/Tg_Aw-j6z9I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/MM9N2Oufggo/s1600/IMG_9892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f7G9gvpQE4c/Tg_Aw-j6z9I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/MM9N2Oufggo/s320/IMG_9892.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624926407268945874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R5OboZROC9w/Tg_AkZb4zyI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/gd_MFZtDAqA/s1600/IMG_9891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R5OboZROC9w/Tg_AkZb4zyI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/gd_MFZtDAqA/s320/IMG_9891.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624926191144718114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah showing off his muscle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N9PRYLiNMsE/Tg_AYw7uSAI/AAAAAAAAB8I/6zAGQh98rgY/s1600/IMG_9890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N9PRYLiNMsE/Tg_AYw7uSAI/AAAAAAAAB8I/6zAGQh98rgY/s320/IMG_9890.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624925991293831170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XGhKoUA1ODQ/Tg_AN6JcUBI/AAAAAAAAB8A/vsK-A7-XQbU/s1600/IMG_9889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XGhKoUA1ODQ/Tg_AN6JcUBI/AAAAAAAAB8A/vsK-A7-XQbU/s320/IMG_9889.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624925804788731922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I had one of Deidra but she spent the night with Grandma last night and is doing so again tonight.  I did put one up of her in the 4th of July parade though.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-8675923389109415481?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/8675923389109415481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=8675923389109415481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/8675923389109415481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/8675923389109415481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/07/mommys-little-firecrackers.html' title='Mommy&apos;s little firecrackers...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7wuI95Rsh_8/Tg_A-GSiPUI/AAAAAAAAB8g/Ltb15DYce4E/s72-c/IMG_9898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-244752148737770656</id><published>2011-07-01T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T13:51:49.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deidra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Beating the heat!</title><content type='html'>Start at the bottom to see Melina's progression with the spray park as this was her first time going.  We had to beat the 100 degree heat somehow.  :-)  They all had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of space on the camera card, so I had to get a quick pic of the 5 of them together with my last picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y2qWru6jsuk/Tg4zFGmqC_I/AAAAAAAAB7g/fbRkEJ-Za68/s1600/IMG_9888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y2qWru6jsuk/Tg4zFGmqC_I/AAAAAAAAB7g/fbRkEJ-Za68/s320/IMG_9888.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624489147397442546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melina got brave and started doing it by herself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kBbOJXmXnKg/Tg4y1Uw3bwI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/UocsQ8nyw-k/s1600/IMG_9886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kBbOJXmXnKg/Tg4y1Uw3bwI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/UocsQ8nyw-k/s320/IMG_9886.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624488876320452354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the littles highlight of the trip..."Mom look, it's spraying up our butts!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zon1TeC3Juc/Tg4yjGnbevI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/bi3JJmdJS3o/s1600/IMG_9885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zon1TeC3Juc/Tg4yjGnbevI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/bi3JJmdJS3o/s320/IMG_9885.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624488563285129970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melina going through the mister tunnel for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4a7C_kwdrO0/Tg4yTTkgDZI/AAAAAAAAB7I/ZH8NqBgHN78/s1600/IMG_9882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4a7C_kwdrO0/Tg4yTTkgDZI/AAAAAAAAB7I/ZH8NqBgHN78/s320/IMG_9882.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624488291884600722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah letting the fountain dump on him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PJ4eH5zzgWk/Tg4yGZtWDJI/AAAAAAAAB7A/j3JbxZfRhSI/s1600/IMG_9879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PJ4eH5zzgWk/Tg4yGZtWDJI/AAAAAAAAB7A/j3JbxZfRhSI/s320/IMG_9879.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624488070194007186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracie and Emily having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XuH1ZavacfA/Tg4x2tEdRMI/AAAAAAAAB64/gVwLVL8nTLg/s1600/IMG_9878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XuH1ZavacfA/Tg4x2tEdRMI/AAAAAAAAB64/gVwLVL8nTLg/s320/IMG_9878.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624487800513316034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deidra was introducing Melina to the water and Melina wasn't too sure of what to think...she was crying a bit at first so we just went slow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KE8O5HJnxwE/Tg4xiy_FHnI/AAAAAAAAB6w/Kl7NR2Lnjx4/s1600/IMG_9877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KE8O5HJnxwE/Tg4xiy_FHnI/AAAAAAAAB6w/Kl7NR2Lnjx4/s320/IMG_9877.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624487458503990898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-244752148737770656?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/244752148737770656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=244752148737770656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/244752148737770656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/244752148737770656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/07/beating-heat.html' title='Beating the heat!'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-y2qWru6jsuk/Tg4zFGmqC_I/AAAAAAAAB7g/fbRkEJ-Za68/s72-c/IMG_9888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-876305371699433184</id><published>2011-07-01T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T13:27:58.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deidra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of July'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>4th of July Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>Little Melina...not very cooperative...but oh so cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kKGhJWU0dWc/Tg4tRiHlx7I/AAAAAAAAB6o/fGT86BMgS6Y/s1600/IMG_9871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kKGhJWU0dWc/Tg4tRiHlx7I/AAAAAAAAB6o/fGT86BMgS6Y/s320/IMG_9871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624482763871995826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma's firecrackers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rTiC6xiLJds/Tg4tCQdjvXI/AAAAAAAAB6g/OTIRe7yEJ50/s1600/IMG_9866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rTiC6xiLJds/Tg4tCQdjvXI/AAAAAAAAB6g/OTIRe7yEJ50/s320/IMG_9866.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624482501434260850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jcSQYp2bNIg/Tg4suGzZBQI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/m1kv_TIB52A/s1600/IMG_9864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jcSQYp2bNIg/Tg4suGzZBQI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/m1kv_TIB52A/s320/IMG_9864.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624482155244094722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N97kL5Idaeg/Tg4sgtxcxrI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/PNdn5tiOp6k/s1600/IMG_9860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N97kL5Idaeg/Tg4sgtxcxrI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/PNdn5tiOp6k/s320/IMG_9860.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624481925186766514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1B6hBN1QalQ/Tg4sL43Ez-I/AAAAAAAAB6I/W1DzaoYA-lQ/s1600/IMG_9857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1B6hBN1QalQ/Tg4sL43Ez-I/AAAAAAAAB6I/W1DzaoYA-lQ/s320/IMG_9857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624481567385898978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8dQs2Fn-pu8/Tg4r3uzFiYI/AAAAAAAAB6A/7ZBt9a9wtAc/s1600/IMG_9855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8dQs2Fn-pu8/Tg4r3uzFiYI/AAAAAAAAB6A/7ZBt9a9wtAc/s320/IMG_9855.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624481221087431042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deidra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6qncgrg_75E/Tg4ri96V9bI/AAAAAAAAB54/5wdEoj3LDUc/s1600/IMG_9853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6qncgrg_75E/Tg4ri96V9bI/AAAAAAAAB54/5wdEoj3LDUc/s320/IMG_9853.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624480864367146418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-876305371699433184?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/876305371699433184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=876305371699433184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/876305371699433184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/876305371699433184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july-photo-shoot.html' title='4th of July Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kKGhJWU0dWc/Tg4tRiHlx7I/AAAAAAAAB6o/fGT86BMgS6Y/s72-c/IMG_9871.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-8672574910494660282</id><published>2011-06-30T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T14:19:41.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><title type='text'>Retail Therapy</title><content type='html'>Sometimes a little retail therapy helps the mood.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of Emily's new birthday outfits that we got her from Crazy 8 that finally came in the mail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpqJsxJsblc/TgzngEpbpLI/AAAAAAAAB5o/1bdVzgV8cBo/s1600/IMG_9845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpqJsxJsblc/TgzngEpbpLI/AAAAAAAAB5o/1bdVzgV8cBo/s320/IMG_9845.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624124572868256946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new sandals for Melina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K8i9DHHQ1rY/TgznHsXsxwI/AAAAAAAAB5g/qaUDWdL-4nU/s1600/IMG_9850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K8i9DHHQ1rY/TgznHsXsxwI/AAAAAAAAB5g/qaUDWdL-4nU/s320/IMG_9850.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624124154034571010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe that Melina is just wearing a 3 in a shoe.  She's got little feet.  These are a 3W and I got her a pair of princess sandals in a 4 too.  She had a hard time figuring out how to walk in them at first, but it didn't take her but a few minutes and she's toddling around.  She used to just tear her shoes off, but she's leaving them alone.  :-)  This is only her 2nd pair of shoes...she normally goes barefoot, but it's too hot now and I don't want her little feet getting burned so I told her it was time to wear shoes and she's leaving them be.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-8672574910494660282?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/8672574910494660282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=8672574910494660282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/8672574910494660282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/8672574910494660282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/retail-therapy.html' title='Retail Therapy'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-ZpqJsxJsblc/TgzngEpbpLI/AAAAAAAAB5o/1bdVzgV8cBo/s72-c/IMG_9845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-1495095360733998485</id><published>2011-06-30T06:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T06:35:19.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer requests'/><title type='text'>Handing my anxiousness over to the Lord...</title><content type='html'>Emma and Tracie's birthmom left a message on my house phone yesterday.  I had just set up a blog for her a week or so ago so we could communicate there.  This is part of the reason I had cut contact with her about a year ago.  She doesn't accept anything that I say and pushes and pushes for other means of contact.  We had begun to get hang up calls from private/unknown callers around the time of Emma's birthday and my gut kept wondering if it was their birthmom.  I am not doing visits anymore because of things that happened and on terms of our agreement and of course she doesn't know that I know the latest happenings either nor will I tell her as she'll just argue like she did last time that I wasn't being told the truth and blah blah blah.  I trust the people that I'm hearing it from over her as she's lied to me in the past.  Anyway, enough about that.  I don't think badly of her nor do I speak of her in any ill ways towards the kids, not that they bring her up much anyway.  I've told her that if the kids get older and want to see her/talk to her then I'll address it with her then, but for now we think visits are not good for them.  I had to change my cell number as her and her family started texting/calling me all hours of the day and night constantly.  I felt like I couldn't breathe and they were not "hearing" what I was saying to them.  I needed some space and the girls need to be able to go forward and I really do think that they are blossoming and doing well.  And after she called me a liar and a thief that pretty much told me that the girls don't need to be around her.  Who knows what she'd try to fill their ears with at a visit now.  I struggle with talking to her about it and trying to let her know where I'm coming from, although I know it would just end in another argument and her trying to manipulate the situation so I just keep quiet.  It is what it is...this isn't about me trying to please her or her trying to please me...this is about the girls and what we think is best for them.  If they asked to see her it would be different, but they don't.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I started the blog and she gave me her cell number and wanted the girls to call her.  I don't do phone calls with kids...we tried that once with Josiah's birthmom.  He didn't want anything to do with it and she would talk and talk and talk to him and it was a struggle as he was too little, no attention span, and it was really more for her than it was for him anyway as he doesn't know who she is.  She would call sometimes almost every day and sometimes she would call 2-3 times a day just to hear his voice.  It was stressful.  I vowed that I would never do it again.  It surprised me though yesterday to find the girls' birthmom had gotten our number...granted I know that you can find anything with Google nowadays, but I hate doubting where she got it from and wondering if the fostermom that had the girls little brother gave it to her or what's going on.  It made me anxious and fearful that now she'd know our home address and that she could show up at our house too.  With kids that open the door to anyone (despite our trying to teach them that we don't open the door without Mommy or Daddy telling them that it's ok), it scares me.  I don't like feeling fearful or anxious in my own home.  I told her on our blog that I didn't want her calling the house as that was never part of any agreement that we had.  How she takes that remains to be seen.  But, I deserve to be in my own home and not cringe every time my phone rings.  The girls don't answer the phone anyway, so I'm not necessarily worried about that.  I just don't want her calling and invading what is our home...our safe haven.  I don't want her showing up at our house.  I haven't talked to her or sent her pictures since after Halloween.  I finally felt like I could breathe again and now this.  I don't want to let go of the peace that I've had.   Please help me put this anxiousness and fearfulness into your hands Lord...please continue to give me your peace and joy.  And I truly thank you for giving me my girls.  They are precious and have come so far!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-1495095360733998485?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1495095360733998485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=1495095360733998485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1495095360733998485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1495095360733998485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/handing-my-anxiousness-over-to-lord.html' title='Handing my anxiousness over to the Lord...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-8733887684613775337</id><published>2011-06-29T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T12:55:52.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couponing'/><title type='text'>Walgreens Deals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cS3alXEQxAY/Tg4mJotwAjI/AAAAAAAAB5w/L26F81XY47o/s1600/couponphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cS3alXEQxAY/Tg4mJotwAjI/AAAAAAAAB5w/L26F81XY47o/s320/couponphoto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624474931622314546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-3.3 oz. Dove chocolate bars&lt;br /&gt;2-6 oz cans of Blue Diamond Almonds&lt;br /&gt;2-20 cnt Curad bandages&lt;br /&gt;3-Bic flex 4 packages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$9.98 out of pocket cost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-8733887684613775337?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/8733887684613775337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=8733887684613775337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/8733887684613775337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/8733887684613775337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/walgreens-deals.html' title='Walgreens Deals'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-cS3alXEQxAY/Tg4mJotwAjI/AAAAAAAAB5w/L26F81XY47o/s72-c/couponphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-973280786432633784</id><published>2011-06-29T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T09:29:01.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deidra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household duties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Trying to be a good Mom...</title><content type='html'>All the littles want to do is watch tv or they're begging to go to a restaurant or do something fun.  I have the day separated into segments to try to keep them out of trouble and I keep telling them that I wouldn't be a very good Mom if I just let them sit in front of the tv all of the time.  They need to use their brains and their imaginations and play pretend and learn how to entertain themselves at times.  We have a hard time doing free play as they tend to find trouble.  But, it's hard on me to get much done when I'm feeling like I have to keep them occupied constantly.  Mondays are clean the house day in which they help, but otherwise I try to stick to this schedule.  obviously it's not set in stone as we do have things that come up, but this is what we try and stick to when we're at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30 am  breakfast, devotions, get dressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-9 am  tv time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-10 am  outside time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 am  snack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30-11:30 am  errands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30 am  lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-1 pm speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30-2:30 pm  occupational therapy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-2 pm  quiet time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 pm  snack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:30-3:30 pm  table play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:30-4:30 pm  outside time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30-5:15 pm  playroom time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:15 pm  clean up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:45 pm  dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 pm  bath, jammies, and story time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30 pm  family activity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 pm  littles bedtime (one-on-one time with kid of the day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 pm  Deidra's bedtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I try to do themes for each day...&lt;br /&gt;Monday is House Cleaning Day and Movie Day&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday is Tasty Treat Day&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday is Water Day&lt;br /&gt;Thursday is Craft Day&lt;br /&gt;Friday is Park Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes again, things get mixed up as things come up, but I try to give them something to look forward to each week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-973280786432633784?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/973280786432633784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=973280786432633784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/973280786432633784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/973280786432633784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/trying-to-be-good-mom.html' title='Trying to be a good Mom...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-1957437035694996559</id><published>2011-06-29T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T09:05:46.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Fun at the Park</title><content type='html'>Melina swinging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w-1NWKXHLpc/TgtMwwzduWI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/rVnR63U_Pig/s1600/IMG_9817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w-1NWKXHLpc/TgtMwwzduWI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/rVnR63U_Pig/s320/IMG_9817.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623672960320387426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah climbing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r3AIuQlvtoc/TgtMWdo2DTI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/3AIRRGglDaQ/s1600/IMG_9836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r3AIuQlvtoc/TgtMWdo2DTI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/3AIRRGglDaQ/s320/IMG_9836.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623672508498971954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily swinging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9l0PzrjcE1w/TgtL2JFrNJI/AAAAAAAAB5I/8elDl0f-hkU/s1600/IMG_9809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9l0PzrjcE1w/TgtL2JFrNJI/AAAAAAAAB5I/8elDl0f-hkU/s320/IMG_9809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623671953226937490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracie driving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yaAeijYiwCo/TgtLgpr0zQI/AAAAAAAAB5A/PDXE7huWMrw/s1600/IMG_9807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yaAeijYiwCo/TgtLgpr0zQI/AAAAAAAAB5A/PDXE7huWMrw/s320/IMG_9807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623671584019762434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-1957437035694996559?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1957437035694996559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=1957437035694996559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1957437035694996559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1957437035694996559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/fun-at-park.html' title='Fun at the Park'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-w-1NWKXHLpc/TgtMwwzduWI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/rVnR63U_Pig/s72-c/IMG_9817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-3678026945407691671</id><published>2011-06-29T06:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T06:23:09.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Where does God live?</title><content type='html'>I was sitting with the littles while they were eating breakfast this morning.  We did our daily devotion.  We talked about what sin was and gave examples.  I told them that God sets us free each time that we say that we're sorry to Him.  And I told them that we can ask God to help us not to keep doing the same thing over and over and He will give us those graces.  We prayed together and at the end Tracie asks "where does God live?"  While Mommy was saying "He lives in Heaven,"  Josiah was saying that He is with us all of the time and Tracie was saying "He lives in our hearts."  That makes me smile to hear them talk about what they have learned and their faith at their little ages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-3678026945407691671?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/3678026945407691671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=3678026945407691671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/3678026945407691671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/3678026945407691671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/where-does-god-live.html' title='Where does God live?'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-7650957985680082984</id><published>2011-06-28T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T07:58:09.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deidra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the sickies'/><title type='text'>Lord, please heal our household and renew our health!</title><content type='html'>I knew when the kids slept in this morning that it wasn't a good sign.  Emmy got up this morning saying that her throat and stomach hurt.  She feels warm, but not super warm.  I'm just going to monitor them.  She ate her breakfast just fine.  Tracie didn't want to eat much either and now Josiah is saying his tummy hurts too.  He's my child that never acts sick when he is, so I don't know if he's just wanting to copy his sisters or if it really does.  Deidra still has a sore throat.  I told them that we're just going to lay low today.  He's not liking that very much.  I went to bed with a headache and woke up with one too.  Trying to keep the kids away from Melina...I really don't want her to get sick again.  Lord, I just want health restored to our house.  We've been battling one thing after another since October.  Please help my babies to feel better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-7650957985680082984?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/7650957985680082984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=7650957985680082984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/7650957985680082984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/7650957985680082984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/lord-please-heal-our-household-and.html' title='Lord, please heal our household and renew our health!'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-6033361843642908923</id><published>2011-06-27T14:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T14:37:15.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='therapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the sickies'/><title type='text'>Guess it's Tracie's turn...</title><content type='html'>She was in the middle of occupational therapy and she came in the kitchen to ask if she could be done.  I went out to find out what was going on and the therapist said she wouldn't participate and she kept saying she was just tired.  I noticed that she was looking a little pale and I felt her head and she felt warm.  I said that was fine and apologized as she wasn't like this earlier and I really don't want to pass on our germs to anyone else.  The therapist left and I took Tracie's temperature.  It's only 99.4 and she's just saying that her tummy hurts.  I have a feeling there is more to come though as this is exactly how Deidra started out.  I had her lay down on the couch while we watched Alice in Wonderland and I rocked her for a bit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please help my babies to feel better and please help these sickies and germs just leave us be.  We need a healthy streak in this house!  Please heal my babies and help them to feel better.  Thank you, dear Abba!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-6033361843642908923?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/6033361843642908923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=6033361843642908923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/6033361843642908923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/6033361843642908923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/guess-its-tracies-turn.html' title='Guess it&apos;s Tracie&apos;s turn...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-5192164224081372301</id><published>2011-06-27T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T08:28:49.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Emmy and Melina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P7eSfRmVheU/TgihTN_IkkI/AAAAAAAAB4o/GnEPRpeWaN8/s1600/IMG_9803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P7eSfRmVheU/TgihTN_IkkI/AAAAAAAAB4o/GnEPRpeWaN8/s320/IMG_9803.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622921486316114498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to vacuum this morning and Melina is in that stage where she is scared of the vacuum.  Emmy went over and picked her up and brought her back to the little couch to snuggle her.  So sweet!  I love to see my kids be loving towards one another.  Thank you, Abba, for your sweet blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-5192164224081372301?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/5192164224081372301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=5192164224081372301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/5192164224081372301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/5192164224081372301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/emmy-and-melina.html' title='Emmy and Melina'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-P7eSfRmVheU/TgihTN_IkkI/AAAAAAAAB4o/GnEPRpeWaN8/s72-c/IMG_9803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-5830773925041195571</id><published>2011-06-26T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T08:39:04.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Emma's Alice in Wonderland Party</title><content type='html'>making birthday wishes and blowing out her candles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KUowxvoLgSA/TgiibmJBgXI/AAAAAAAAB44/glYFoG5aAm0/s1600/IMG_9796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KUowxvoLgSA/TgiibmJBgXI/AAAAAAAAB44/glYFoG5aAm0/s320/IMG_9796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622922729750626674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma's cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kcpQ19-RVjM/TgiiJ5gwakI/AAAAAAAAB4w/j9bOm23RfGY/s1600/IMG_9793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kcpQ19-RVjM/TgiiJ5gwakI/AAAAAAAAB4w/j9bOm23RfGY/s320/IMG_9793.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622922425712798274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Emma's 6th birthday party today.  She wanted to invite friends from school that lived in our neighborhood.  We invited Clara, Hope (Hope's sister Taylor that's in Deidra's class), Eden (she goes to church with us and was also in her class), and another little girl named Jessica that lives up the street.  Hope and Taylor were the only ones who came...I felt bad, but it is the summer and I know families have a lot of summer plans.  Anyway, they had fun watching Disney's Alice in Wonderland, making princess masks (we got a pirate for Josiah), getting princess tattoos, and eating cake and ice cream.  She was spoiled with the Alice in Wonderland movie from Grandma, the Disney version was from us, $6 from Grandma and a 4th of July shirt too, a gift card to Toys R Us from Cousin Hannah and Uncles Miles and Aunt Kellie, a Walmart card from Grandpa Hoffman, and a princess DVD player from Grandma Hoffman...Melina loves that thing so I have a feeling she's going to be fighting over it with her.  She had a great day.  It was nice to have my Mom here for the day too.  She stayed and spent most of the day with us and we made dinner together...goulash, garlic bread, and salad.  Mmmm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-5830773925041195571?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/5830773925041195571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=5830773925041195571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/5830773925041195571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/5830773925041195571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/emmas-alice-in-wonderland-party.html' title='Emma&apos;s Alice in Wonderland Party'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-KUowxvoLgSA/TgiibmJBgXI/AAAAAAAAB44/glYFoG5aAm0/s72-c/IMG_9796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-1702563571434628047</id><published>2011-06-25T14:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T14:52:56.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house decorating ideas'/><title type='text'>Let's color the house!</title><content type='html'>Mom and I were looking at colors and stuff last weekend as she was showing me the flooring that she was going to put down in her house.  I had mentioned that we were talking about hiring a painter and painting our living room/hallways and the kitchen.  We were playing around and these are the color combinations I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the livingroom and hallways the color is ivoire.  If we ever decide to go with the wood flooring laminate sheets, I really liked the Bernon Plank in Maple/Country Natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QQi8Ax6U9HM/TgZX3vwdE-I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/kaN4QRJfUiM/s1600/LivingRoomHallwaysColors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QQi8Ax6U9HM/TgZX3vwdE-I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/kaN4QRJfUiM/s320/LivingRoomHallwaysColors.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622277800042763234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the dining room I think we're going to go with a color called Haven.  It's the lighter green in the photo.  The darker green is part of the stock photo and I can't change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-doxCeL37I5o/TgZYQHoCHoI/AAAAAAAAB4g/BzLoPrI_xMY/s1600/DiningRoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-doxCeL37I5o/TgZYQHoCHoI/AAAAAAAAB4g/BzLoPrI_xMY/s320/DiningRoom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622278218766753410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-1702563571434628047?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1702563571434628047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=1702563571434628047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1702563571434628047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1702563571434628047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/lets-color-house.html' title='Let&apos;s color the house!'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QQi8Ax6U9HM/TgZX3vwdE-I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/kaN4QRJfUiM/s72-c/LivingRoomHallwaysColors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-5758060406628327476</id><published>2011-06-25T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T14:47:44.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deidra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the sickies'/><title type='text'>Deidra's got strep...</title><content type='html'>We went to Merry Toppin's last night and we came home and Deidra said her stomach hurt.  I didn't think much of it as she gets stomach aches a lot when it's time for bed...sometimes she throws up too...she's done this ever sicne she was little.  The doctor said to give her Maalox.  She hasn't had the problem in awhile, but it started happening again about a week ago.  I just assumed it was that as she didn't have any other symptoms.  This morning, she came into our room saying that she ached all over, had a stomach ache and a sore throat and she was dizzy.  I took her temp and it was 101.2.  She was supposed to have volleyball pictures and a game today, but I immediately thought with a fever like that and her symptoms that she probably had strep.  I got some ibuprofen down her.  I called to get her into the doctor and they fit her in this morning.  The ibuprofen had her feeling a little better and she wanted to try to go to her game.  I told her that we needed to see what was going on with her, but if she's contagious then she was staying home.  Sure enough, it's strep.  Went and got her some amoxicillin and brought her home.  A little while later she was throwing up too.  The fever is up to 103.8 and so we got some more ibuprofen down her, had her sip a little sprite and put her in the bathtub.  She called me upstairs crying that she was so dizzy she couldn't get up by herself.  Got her into her room and had to help her get her undies on and some jammies.  I feel SO bad for her.  Just praying that nobody else gets it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-5758060406628327476?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/5758060406628327476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=5758060406628327476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/5758060406628327476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/5758060406628327476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/deidras-got-strep.html' title='Deidra&apos;s got strep...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-4476615280481296290</id><published>2011-06-24T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T15:16:56.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><title type='text'>A day of chaos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IfM2g18mATQ/TgUMSV4X0VI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/2HBlTONdrzg/s1600/IMG_9742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IfM2g18mATQ/TgUMSV4X0VI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/2HBlTONdrzg/s320/IMG_9742.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621913219092697426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy laughing:  What did you get all over your face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this look thrown back at me and couldn't resist taking a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried to color her face with an orange marker, hence the face, as she realized that I knew that she had done something and she didn't want to tell me that she had the markers in the playroom when she's only supposed to use them at the kitchen table.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day has been chaos to say the least...is there a full moon?  With the way they've been yesterday and today it makes me wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-4476615280481296290?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/4476615280481296290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=4476615280481296290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/4476615280481296290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/4476615280481296290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-of-chaos.html' title='A day of chaos...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IfM2g18mATQ/TgUMSV4X0VI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/2HBlTONdrzg/s72-c/IMG_9742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-3155816571970675288</id><published>2011-06-23T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T14:33:16.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><title type='text'>Liturgy of the Hours</title><content type='html'>I found this website earlier this week  http://www.ourcatholicfaith.org/frames/divineoffice.html and I have been praying along.  Love the prayers and how beautiful the songs are.  I find that it helps to remind me to pray for certain things as well.  God tells us to pray without ceasing and this certainly helps remind me to do that.  I love how fitting some things are to what is going on in my life too.  Powerful the way God works!  I love that they link to Mass and to the rosary as well.  All powerful warfare tools against the Devil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-3155816571970675288?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/3155816571970675288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=3155816571970675288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/3155816571970675288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/3155816571970675288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/liturgy-of-hours.html' title='Liturgy of the Hours'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-2685249095269458533</id><published>2011-06-23T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T13:11:53.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the sickies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor appointments'/><title type='text'>Labwork for me...</title><content type='html'>My results just came in the mail.  Not good and he scolded me on paper saying that it didn't even look like I was taking my medication.  Some of it I have been, some of it I haven't as he was the one that told me if I wasn't taking birth control it would cause cause birth defects.  We're not actively trying, but we're open to God's will and so I've been working with some natural supplements to try to improve my lab results.  Anyway, my blood sugars came back very poor.  I am not going to argue with that.  With everything going on, I haven't been monitoring them as closely as I should be, I haven't been taking my insulin on a daily basis as I should have.  Half the time I go in the kitchen intending to take my medication, the kids will all start asking for things left and right and after a couple of requests (demands), having to monitor behaviors and so forth, I've forgotten to take my medication and eat myself.  I do eventually take my pills, but I forget to check my sugars and if I don't know what they are, I don't usually take my insulin.  A few weeks ago, we reinstated our family membership up at the YMCA.  I told Andy that I NEED to get myself back on track.  I'm tired of being scared to go to the doctor because I don't want to get yelled at.  I need to get my health back on track.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thyroid levels are still extremely poor.  He said it didn't look like I've even been taking my medication.  I have been.  My TSH is at a 26.6.  They want to see it between 0.5-5.1.  After I had Melina, I tested at a 73, and then later I was in the high 20s.  They readjusted my meds and I'm still at a 26.6.  This is with taking meds almost daily.  I still feel tired all of the time, so I knew it wouldn't come back right.  This is one reason why I called to get the labwork done.  I'm just upset that he doesn't think I'm taking my meds as I am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood sugars came back poor.  My A1C should have been a 7 (what diabetics aim for...otherwise the norm is about 5-6 for the average person).  I'm at a 9.7.  My average blood sugar is a 232.  I should be around 120.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cholesterol came back high.  My cholesterol came back at 263 (they want you around 200).  My Triglycerides came back at 166 and they want you around 150.  My HDL came back at 50 and they want you at 39.  My calculated LDL was 180 and they want you around 100 and my risk ratio LDL/HDL was 3.60 and they want you around 3.22.  This is the area where he wants me on meds and I won't take them because we're not using birth control.  I am taking fish oil and trying to watch what I am eating...increasing fiber, eating more fruits and veggies to try to combat this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor wanted me to come in and talk about all of this with him.  All I could think about was the last time I went in and how he scolded me and I walked out of there wanting to cry.  Last time, I told him that I thought I needed to be on a long-acting insulin..he told me that I already was.  When I got home, Andy was looking at the insulin pen that he gave me and said that it was different.  Sure enough when we compared what he gave me at that visit as to what I had been taking...I was right...the one I had been taking had no long-acting in it at all.  I called back to let them know, but my blood sugars have still been yucky.  I still question whether if I went back on the insulin that I took while I was pregnant if they'd normalize.  I wish my OB could be my primary care, but that office doesn't do that like I've had in the past.  Anyway, I wrote him a letter regarding my lab work, my plan of action, what meds I've been taking, what supplements I've been taking, the reasons for not taking my cholesterol meds, and asking for my dosage on my thyroid medication to be upped and called in to the pharmacy and that I redo all of my labwork in 6 weeks.  If theres no improvement, I'll go in to see him.  We'll see what he has to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-2685249095269458533?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/2685249095269458533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=2685249095269458533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/2685249095269458533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/2685249095269458533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/labwork-for-me.html' title='Labwork for me...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-2302488669270312538</id><published>2011-06-23T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T11:22:49.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the sickies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor appointments'/><title type='text'>God is answering our prayers for Melina</title><content type='html'>She went from this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ciKRKFF2Ag/TgOED64sRLI/AAAAAAAAB4I/YRMep2cOyXg/s1600/IMG_9732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ciKRKFF2Ag/TgOED64sRLI/AAAAAAAAB4I/YRMep2cOyXg/s320/IMG_9732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621481962770023602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to our happy girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-06xiqv2WETw/TgODY42TQFI/AAAAAAAAB4A/pI1o99tLYc0/s1600/IMG_9725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-06xiqv2WETw/TgODY42TQFI/AAAAAAAAB4A/pI1o99tLYc0/s320/IMG_9725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621481223488749650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I just got the call from the nurse...her tests came back normal.  I'm so glad that she is feeling better and that her tests came out well.  PTL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-2302488669270312538?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/2302488669270312538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=2302488669270312538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/2302488669270312538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/2302488669270312538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/god-is-answering-our-prayers-for-melina.html' title='God is answering our prayers for Melina'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-6ciKRKFF2Ag/TgOED64sRLI/AAAAAAAAB4I/YRMep2cOyXg/s72-c/IMG_9732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-1257750887584572656</id><published>2011-06-23T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T11:17:21.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the sickies'/><title type='text'>Lina is having such a rough time!</title><content type='html'>She is really having a rough night.  After another unconsolable period of her just screaming, I got up to call Baylor and ask them what we should do for her.  They told me that they couldn't give out medical information over the phone (they did her tests, you'd think they could offer advice) and to call the pediatrician's office as they would have someone on call or a nurse line that we could call.  I called and got the nurse number.  She called me back and of course didn't tell me anything that I didn't already know.  She said to give motrin and tylenol and sit her in the tub...all the things I was doing. She said that if she wasn't better in 24 hours to call the pediatrician as she shouldn't be as fussy as what I was saying that she was just because of having the catheter. I don't agree with that, but I just said ok.  Glad I was charged $15 for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-1257750887584572656?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1257750887584572656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=1257750887584572656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1257750887584572656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1257750887584572656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/lina-is-having-such-rough-time.html' title='Lina is having such a rough time!'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-1025239433059351373</id><published>2011-06-22T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T11:13:58.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><title type='text'>Josiah's Psych Appt</title><content type='html'>Andy wasn't sure if we should try to bring Melina out or not since she's been so fussy, but I still don't know how to get to that place by myself and I always like him there for back up anyway.  So, we ventured out. It was the last psych appt that he's having with this doctor.  They're all residents there and so they rotate out every June/July.  I felt like we really had a psych on our side finally.  It didn't start out that way, but I feel like she's been on our side finally over the past few months.  It took me bringing Andy with me to talk to her for them to understand, but I felt like she listened and understood after the first couple of appts that we had with her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that his agression is doing a lot better, it's still there, but nothing like it was.  He has a hard time judging distances and so sometimes I feel like he doesn't necessarily mean to hurt someone he just doesn't think of how close he is to the person before he does something.  Like last week at tball practice, he was standing 2 feet away from someone and chucked the ball and it hit them right in the face.  Andy took him out of practice for the rest of the time.  Today, he was getting ready for Vacation Bible School and he got upset that I pulled him out of the line to do something for me.  Instead of putting the wipes on the table like I asked, he walked up to me and threw them at me (I was standing in front of the table).  That he did deliberately...I can see the difference.  I told him that just because he didn't want to get out of line doesn't mean that he needed to throw something at me.  He then lost his place in line.  I told him had he expressed that he didn't want someone else to get his place in line, he could have told me and I would have made it clear to the others that he was getting his spot back as soon as he was done doing something for me, but since he wanted to be mean because he was mad that he was losing his place in line and would have to go to the back of the line.  That really set him off, but he needs to learn that he doesn't always have to be first, the winner, all that stuff.  He struggles with that...he makes everything into a competition and we keep trying to tell him that some things just need to be done, it's not a race on who gets done first.  Anyway, we talked and we are going to keep his meds the same for now.  She told me that if I saw a problem I can call and the doctor that he's going to be assigned to will talk with me and we can up them if needed.  Otherwise, I'm going to wait and see how he does when he starts kindergarten in the fall since he's going to be at school all day then.  I told her that he was going to be evaluated for attachment disorder in July.  She asked me to tell her a little more about what that all entailed.  She said that she gave us kudos for being so invested in him and trying to do what we thought was best for him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came out of the appt to find out that Melina had thrown up on Andy a little bit.  Poor baby girl....she is so fussy and just not feeling well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-1025239433059351373?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1025239433059351373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=1025239433059351373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1025239433059351373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1025239433059351373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/josiahs-psych-appt.html' title='Josiah&apos;s Psych Appt'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-30777345205872617</id><published>2011-06-22T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T09:35:37.511-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the sickies'/><title type='text'>Prayers for Melina</title><content type='html'>I think Melina has some irritation and burning from the catheter.  She screams for a few minutes every so often and she just wants to be Momma's cuddle bug.  It's hard to see her like this and not be able to help her.  We're giving her some tylenol for the pain, but she is just a screaming.  Poor sweetheart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-30777345205872617?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/30777345205872617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=30777345205872617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/30777345205872617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/30777345205872617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/prayers-for-melina.html' title='Prayers for Melina'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-3484996156129906978</id><published>2011-06-22T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T09:33:45.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the sickies'/><title type='text'>Melina's Renal Ultrasound and VCUG</title><content type='html'>We got to the hospital at 7:45 to check in.  They had wanted her to drink something prior to that to get her kidneys working.  She didn't want much to do with drinking anything in the morning, but I managed to get her to drink a couple of ounces of juice.  She was babbling at check in.  We went back to radiology and the lady there wanted me to fill out a sheet of paperwork.  No sooner did I take it than Melina started to scream.  I got her calmed down and tried to pick up the clipboard and she started screaming again.  I sat her down to see if she wanted to walk and she started to throw a fit because I wasn't holding her.  I hate being handed paperwork to fill out when you're trying to console kids or keep them close to you so that they behave.  I hate it.  Anyway, I finally got her consoled and I was holding her in one hand and hand the clip board in the other.  She immediately pushed the clipboard away and started to cry.  Finally I noticed that I really only had to answer one question and sign and date the form as nothing else really applied to her, so I did it as fast as I could and gave it back to the receptionist.  Finally, we went and walked in the hallway and she was fine as long as I was holding her.  She was trembling and I was just trying to reassure her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They called us back for the renal ultrasound and she did ok until the guy tried to touch her and then she started screaming.  She wanted me to hold her and I couldn't.  I kept trying to talk to her and smoothing her hair and she was just getting madder and madder that I couldn't pick her up.  One of the nurses in the hallway heard her and came in and distracted her with her cell phone and she was relatively quiet for the rest of her ultrasound.  Then, I had to put her in a gown and one of the techs tried to tie it in the back and the screaming started again.  She just wanted her Momma.  Then, they were ready for us across the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over there and she immediately saw the lady that took x-rays of her before and started to scream.  I got her calmed down and they called for the nursing supervisor to place her catheter.  Everything was fine until it came time for me to put her on the table.  The screaming started.  They got the catheter in and the nurse told me that she'd tape the catheter and I could hold her.  She was absolutely having a fit.  The radiology tech kept telling me to lay her on the table while they got the doctor and I'd try to lay her down and she'd maneuver her way back into my arms.  The nurse finally asked "how long is it going to take to get the doctor in here, the Mom can hold her baby..that catheter isn't going to go anywhere unless she pulls it out or she gets her legs just right in the wiring."  The tech said that the doctor had been called and the doctor said to get her on the table.  I tried once again to lay her down and she wasn't having anything to do with it.  Finally, I said that I was going to hold her until the doctor came in the room...there's no sense to me in making her lay down when they weren't ready anyway.  The doctor finally came in a few minutes later and they filled her bladder and she screamed and screamed.  I was up by her face holding her hands and the tech was holding her feet and she was trying to push herself up the table to me.  Another tech that was a student had to help to hold her in place.  They kept asking me if I had anything to entertain her, I didn't have the hands to even try if I did and that's not what she wanted anyway, she just wanted her Momma and know that she was safe in my arms.  The doctor kept looking and saying she was about to pee and the little stinker wouldn't go.  You could see the little spasms, but she wouldn't release her bladder, she was so tense and so mad.  Finally, she calmed down and I talked to her in little whispers and she finally let it go.  THey had to turn her from side to side a couple of times and that had her screaming again.  Once they were done, they told me they'd get me a towel to clean her up and then I could hold her.  I said that I really didn't care that she was all wet, I just scooped her up and the screaming immediately stopped.  I carried her over to the sink, washed her off, and asked them if I could bring her home in the gown.  They said no, so I had to get her into her clothes.  That was a little bit of a chore as she wanted nothing else to do with that table.  I just put her outfit over her head and put her arms through and carried her out to the car.  My poor sweet girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-3484996156129906978?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/3484996156129906978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=3484996156129906978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/3484996156129906978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/3484996156129906978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/melinas-renal-ultrasound-and-vcug.html' title='Melina&apos;s Renal Ultrasound and VCUG'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-3457489318654688742</id><published>2011-06-21T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T09:18:32.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the sickies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor appointments'/><title type='text'>Labwork</title><content type='html'>Since the kids had Vacation Bible School this week, I jumped at the chance to finally go get my labwork done without having to tote all the kids with me.  I had to go in for labwork and Melina needed a urine re-check.  I know the doctor isn't going to be happy with how my blood sugars have been, but I am working on them.  I'm going to ask him to do a recheck in 6 weeks so that I can show him that.  With all the stress of Melina having pneumonia and so forth, I've put myself on the backburner.  God revealed to me one day that I can't be any help to anyone else if I don't take care of myself too.  So, babysteps forward.  I will get there!  I did it before, I can do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for a hat and a urine cup to bring home for Melina.  I got her an apple juice box since she's finally figured out how to do the straw and sat her on the potty.  I thought if I could get her distracted enough with the juice box and eating a cookie, that I'd have enough time to get her to go.  That's how we got her last urine specimen.  Anyway, I sat her down on the floor to grab something and no sooner did I turn my back I heard the splatter.  She had peed on the floor.  We tried again, but she was really wanting down.  THey had just checked her urine at Children's on the 14th, so I called the doctor back to see if we could just use that one to schedule her renal ultrasound with the VCUG.  They said that was fine.  Thank goodness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-3457489318654688742?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/3457489318654688742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=3457489318654688742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/3457489318654688742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/3457489318654688742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/labwork.html' title='Labwork'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-3869990388890436385</id><published>2011-06-20T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T12:58:06.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household duties'/><title type='text'>Household Weekly Chore Chart</title><content type='html'>Trying to get the kids more involved with helping with chores.  Deidra always claims that she doesn't always know what needs to be done, so I figure this will help.  I told them that if they do something they can let me know and I will mark it off.  I expect to see their initials up there as many times as they are old in years.  They will continue to earn their quarters for chores.  Anyway, here is our list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENTRY WAY  Mon. Tues. Wed. Thurs.  Fri. Sat. Sun.&lt;br /&gt;Shoes picked up         __ __ __ __ __ __ __&lt;br /&gt;Floor Swept  __&lt;br /&gt;Floor Mopped  __&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAYROOM&lt;br /&gt;Clear Floor  __  &lt;br /&gt;Vacuum          __&lt;br /&gt;Clean Table  __&lt;br /&gt;Disinfect Toys  __ &lt;br /&gt;Clean Windowsills __&lt;br /&gt;Pick up Toys (am) __ __ __ __ __ __ __&lt;br /&gt;  (noon) __ __ __ __ __ __ __&lt;br /&gt;  (pm) __ __ __ __ __ __ __&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BATHROOM  Little Bath  Kids  Parents&lt;br /&gt;Clear Floors  __   __  __&lt;br /&gt;Sweep Floors  __   __  __&lt;br /&gt;Mop Floor  __   __  __&lt;br /&gt;Sinks   __   __  __&lt;br /&gt;Toilets   __   __  __&lt;br /&gt;Bathtub             __  __&lt;br /&gt;Mirrors          __    __  __&lt;br /&gt;Door Knobs  __   __  __&lt;br /&gt;Windowsills       __&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVING ROOM &lt;br /&gt;Dust   __&lt;br /&gt;Clear Floor  __&lt;br /&gt;Vacuum          __&lt;br /&gt;Clean Windowsills __&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KITCHEN/DR Breakfast  Lunch  Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Put away leftovers __   __  __&lt;br /&gt;Clear Table  __   __  __&lt;br /&gt;Rinse Dishes  __   __  __&lt;br /&gt;Load Dishwasher         __   __  __&lt;br /&gt;Wash Table/Chairs __   __  __ &lt;br /&gt;Wash Stove  __   __  __&lt;br /&gt;Wash Pots and Pans __   __  __&lt;br /&gt;Clean Countertops       __                      __              __&lt;br /&gt;Put away clean dishes __   __  __&lt;br /&gt;Move Chairs (sweep) __   __  __&lt;br /&gt;Sweep Floor  __   __  __&lt;br /&gt;Mop Floor on Mon __&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINDOWS/MIRRORS&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen  __&lt;br /&gt;Living Room __&lt;br /&gt;Playroom __&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEDROOMS  D E&amp;T  J  Parents&lt;br /&gt;Clear Floor  __ __  __  __&lt;br /&gt;Pick Up          __ __         __  __&lt;br /&gt;Door Knobs  __ __  __  __&lt;br /&gt;Vacuum          __ __         __  __&lt;br /&gt;Windows          __ __         __  __&lt;br /&gt;Put Laundry Away __ __  __  __&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAUNDRY ROOM &lt;br /&gt;Clean Floor  __&lt;br /&gt;Clothes in Bins         __&lt;br /&gt;Sweep Floor  __&lt;br /&gt;Mop Floor  __&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GARBAGE&lt;br /&gt;Monday          __&lt;br /&gt;Thursday  __&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PETS   AM  NOON  PM&lt;br /&gt;Food/Water Dog         __  __  __&lt;br /&gt;Food/Water Cats         __  __  __&lt;br /&gt;Litter Boxes  __  __  __&lt;br /&gt;Play with Lucy         __  __  __&lt;br /&gt;Kitties Brushed Wk T__ V__ M__ P__ S__ O__ C__&lt;br /&gt;Lucy Bath  15th__  30th__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YARD&lt;br /&gt;Pick Up Trash  __&lt;br /&gt;Mow Lawn  __&lt;br /&gt;Weed Flower Bed         __&lt;br /&gt;Water Flowers         __&lt;br /&gt;Water Lawn  __&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-3869990388890436385?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/3869990388890436385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=3869990388890436385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/3869990388890436385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/3869990388890436385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/household-weekly-chore-chart.html' title='Household Weekly Chore Chart'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-892241727289674505</id><published>2011-06-18T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T17:45:11.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><title type='text'>Melina and the pony tail...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yMXuZ_6og-8/Tf1GZXwK2AI/AAAAAAAAB34/e8NhwjNCKI8/s1600/IMG_9708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yMXuZ_6og-8/Tf1GZXwK2AI/AAAAAAAAB34/e8NhwjNCKI8/s320/IMG_9708.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619725311714973698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mir7hy9XhYo/Tf1GMjOpumI/AAAAAAAAB3w/t1fx6becbLo/s1600/IMG_9707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mir7hy9XhYo/Tf1GMjOpumI/AAAAAAAAB3w/t1fx6becbLo/s320/IMG_9707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619725091457317474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melina's hair is finally getting long enough that I tried to pull it up into a pony tail and most of it went up.  Some of it fell out, but it's getting there.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-892241727289674505?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/892241727289674505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=892241727289674505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/892241727289674505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/892241727289674505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/melina-and-pony-tail.html' title='Melina and the pony tail...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-yMXuZ_6og-8/Tf1GZXwK2AI/AAAAAAAAB34/e8NhwjNCKI8/s72-c/IMG_9708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-435595851306808584</id><published>2011-06-18T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T17:42:33.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><title type='text'>Emily's Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QfPMwUz2tjw/Tf1FhtXXMTI/AAAAAAAAB3o/LJd0uLlMCsc/s1600/IMG_9703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QfPMwUz2tjw/Tf1FhtXXMTI/AAAAAAAAB3o/LJd0uLlMCsc/s320/IMG_9703.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619724355443831090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Deidra's volleyball game and a coupon store run, we came home and let Emily open up her gifts.  She had been asking for Alice in Wonderland (the theme of her party) for awhile, so we got the movie for her, some Fancy Nancy books, and some new clothes from Crazy 8.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-435595851306808584?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/435595851306808584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=435595851306808584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/435595851306808584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/435595851306808584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/emilys-gifts.html' title='Emily&apos;s Gifts'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-QfPMwUz2tjw/Tf1FhtXXMTI/AAAAAAAAB3o/LJd0uLlMCsc/s72-c/IMG_9703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-6257583993057449230</id><published>2011-06-18T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T17:39:44.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deidra'/><title type='text'>My little volleyball player...</title><content type='html'>This is Deidra's 3rd year playing volleyball.  Last weekend, they made her the team captain.  She got sick last night and I was hoping that she wasn't getting sick (she's had a problem since she's been little where her tummy hurts at night and sometimes she throws up...we haven't been able to figure out what has been happening...it quit for awhile and she just started having issues again.  So, thankfully she was able to go and play this morning.  Her team won their game...Deidra scored them some serious points.  She's really getting good out there.  I'm so proud of her!  Thank you, Abba, for giving her this ability and she really enjoys playing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-6257583993057449230?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/6257583993057449230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=6257583993057449230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/6257583993057449230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/6257583993057449230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-little-volleyball-player.html' title='My little volleyball player...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-4780228686757268824</id><published>2011-06-17T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T17:35:48.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deidra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Date Night for Andy and I</title><content type='html'>One of the local churches wants to be an available resource for foster and adoptive parents.  They are going to try to do something every quarter.  We didn't go to the first one as I didn't know that we could since we no longer foster.  However, we made arrangements to go to this one.  The kids were all excited since they were going to have a lauau (sp?) theme and got to do water activities.  I had a hard time handing over Melina, but I knew that she'd be in good hands with all the other foster parent activities that we've gone to.  This was the first time that I've left her with someone other than family, let alone someone I didn't even know.  I fought the tears and we had a good time together.  We went to eat at Olive Garden and then to get Emily's birthday gifts from Walmart and then home to talk and snuggle for a bit before it was time to get the kids.  It was really nice.  We did learn though that 3 hours without the kids goes much faster than 3 hours with the kids.  lol.  The kids had a great time and are already asking when the next event is going to be and Deidra met a new friend that invited her to go to Hurricane Harbor with them over the weekend.  However, she couldn't go as she has a volleyball game.  I told her too that I'd like to meet the family and do some smaller playdates before I let her go off with someone for the day like that.  So, in a way it was good that she had a volleyball game anyway.  But, the kids had fun and Andy and I had a good time together.  Andy was supposed to work late, but he made arrangements so that he could come home and we could spend that time together and then he went back in.  I'm glad that we were able to get out as we hadn't been out in months and we needed some time alone without other distractions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-4780228686757268824?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/4780228686757268824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=4780228686757268824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/4780228686757268824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/4780228686757268824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/date-night-for-andy-and-i.html' title='Date Night for Andy and I'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-1633961883124888882</id><published>2011-06-17T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T17:06:26.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><title type='text'>Happy 6th Birthday, Emily!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9KpilyYdgE/Tf08ufGjD4I/AAAAAAAAB3g/P-eB0Uuyk2A/s1600/IMG_9687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9KpilyYdgE/Tf08ufGjD4I/AAAAAAAAB3g/P-eB0Uuyk2A/s320/IMG_9687.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619714679348858754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a little mini-birthday celebration to celebrate Emmy's birthday since Daddy had to work and we had our first date night for 3 hours (we hadn't been out alone in months) and so we told her that she could open her presents tomorrow when Daddy was home for most of the day.  I took her to Walmart and let her pick out some cupcakes  and ice cream and then took them to get happy meals from McDonalds and she got to open her present from her brother and her sisters...a Barbie DVD.  They watched that after lunch.  Emmy said she wanted her cupcakes after lunch, but she was saving the ice cream for afternoon snack as she didn't want to get sick from too much sugar.  I was kind of shocked that she said that and proud of her at the same time.  Anyway, I'm proud of you baby girl.  Happy 6th birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-1633961883124888882?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1633961883124888882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=1633961883124888882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1633961883124888882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1633961883124888882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-6th-birthday-emily.html' title='Happy 6th Birthday, Emily!'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9KpilyYdgE/Tf08ufGjD4I/AAAAAAAAB3g/P-eB0Uuyk2A/s72-c/IMG_9687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-4976763822779774505</id><published>2011-06-17T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T12:33:20.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Finally got some news...</title><content type='html'>My Mother-in-law finally got approval on her short-sale on her condo.  Her last day in her house is going to be July 20.  I'm just praying now Abba that Geoff is able to help her move here.  I really don't want Andy to have to keep taking off of work as we really would like to take a vacation this year and bring the kids to Disney. I know that probably sounds selfish in a way and we'll go help her if we need to, but we really need to get away as a family too.  I'm just glad that we know when she is coming now, as that was some news that we had been waiting a long time on.  Now to get the house ready for when she moves in.  I'm hoping that all goes well too, I've had some anxiety about all that, but I know it will all work out.  Now to pray for a smooth and safe move for her and her doggy, Reggie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-4976763822779774505?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/4976763822779774505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=4976763822779774505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/4976763822779774505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/4976763822779774505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/finally-got-some-news.html' title='Finally got some news...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-1486492026716528544</id><published>2011-06-17T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T07:53:21.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Appreciation</title><content type='html'>Lord, I want to lift my husband up in prayer and ask for your blessings over him today.  I am so thankful to have my husband.  We take each other for granted sometimes and I think we're going through one of those phases.  I wrote him a little note today to let him know just some of the ways that I appreciate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just wanted to tell you that I really do appreciate you.  I appreciate how hard you work to support our family.  I appreciate the way that you help with the kids t-ball practices and games.  I appreciate the way that you help cook and clean.  I appreciate the way that you help with the kids.  I appreciate the way that you can fix computers.  I appreciate the way that you try to put family first.  I appreciate your storm prediction skills.  I appreciate how you’ve been embracing this coupon thing and finding the deals and so forth along with me.  I appreciate all that you do for our family and I just wanted to let you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are things that I wish that he would do more of sometimes and times that I get upset with him over things, but when I make lists like these I realize just what a lucky girl that I am to have a husband like Andy.  Thank you for the gift of Andy in my life, Abba.  He is such a wonderful husband and father.  Please shed your blessings over him today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my hubby just responded to his note with a little note back to me:  Can I say "awww!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now you’re just makin’ stuff up  J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in all reality, I do appreciate you too!  Yes, I really do!  I appreciate how you’re such a good mom to the kiddos.  I appreciate the fact that you always put others first.  I appreciate your big heart!  And I appreciate the fact that you love me – despite my obvious shortcomings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt;---@"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-1486492026716528544?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1486492026716528544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=1486492026716528544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1486492026716528544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1486492026716528544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/appreciation.html' title='Appreciation'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-3745161663822869183</id><published>2011-06-16T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T15:26:13.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deidra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><title type='text'>Refrigerator Magnets for Crafty Thursday</title><content type='html'>Today was crafty Thursday and so we made refrigerator magnets.  The kids had fun painting and Deidra had fun making characters out of hers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TKrznesix_g/TfqCq4g_AtI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/KeHy0N8n0j4/s1600/IMG_9657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TKrznesix_g/TfqCq4g_AtI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/KeHy0N8n0j4/s320/IMG_9657.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618947158334964434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deidra wanted to paint the last magnet...it was a zebra.  She said it was hard to do, so she was going to make him be a pizza maker and he has splotches of pizza sauce all over him.  At least she's being creative right?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jkvQucPz_QQ/TfqCbMnoPeI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/Tp-ax0hA4LA/s1600/IMG_9656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jkvQucPz_QQ/TfqCbMnoPeI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/Tp-ax0hA4LA/s320/IMG_9656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618946888853634530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melina's turtle that Mommy painted for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxR6IC1kzkE/TfqCNegO0II/AAAAAAAAB3I/uLCLkqnhigs/s1600/IMG_9654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxR6IC1kzkE/TfqCNegO0II/AAAAAAAAB3I/uLCLkqnhigs/s320/IMG_9654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618946653136277634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily with her sweet giraffe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U72DVEfe3LI/TfqB8fV9VJI/AAAAAAAAB3A/4x6I9Wj0bkk/s1600/IMG_9649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U72DVEfe3LI/TfqB8fV9VJI/AAAAAAAAB3A/4x6I9Wj0bkk/s320/IMG_9649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618946361303848082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah and his mighty lion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3AXgToqWiws/TfqBgnvmNiI/AAAAAAAAB24/u0lsSK9tflA/s1600/IMG_9642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3AXgToqWiws/TfqBgnvmNiI/AAAAAAAAB24/u0lsSK9tflA/s320/IMG_9642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618945882522531362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deidra and her puppy dog.  She says he's the cupcake maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ihhQ7kcn4nQ/TfqBNrBuayI/AAAAAAAAB2w/lYJnIrePuqI/s1600/IMG_9637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ihhQ7kcn4nQ/TfqBNrBuayI/AAAAAAAAB2w/lYJnIrePuqI/s320/IMG_9637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618945556986358562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracie and her kitty magnet.  She asked me if they were cookies when she was painting it.  Too funny.  I'm thinking she had that mixed up with decorating sugar cookies.  lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-3745161663822869183?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/3745161663822869183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=3745161663822869183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/3745161663822869183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/3745161663822869183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/refrigerator-magnets-for-crafty.html' title='Refrigerator Magnets for Crafty Thursday'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-TKrznesix_g/TfqCq4g_AtI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/KeHy0N8n0j4/s72-c/IMG_9657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-6798857853142848279</id><published>2011-06-14T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T11:17:39.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Hard for him to see...</title><content type='html'>So my Dad has been staying with us since last Thursday.  Everytime he comes in town, he has to make comments that we are too strict on our kids.  He claims they can't do anything without us griping at them about something.  They can't eat without us saying "don't smack, don't shove your mouth so full, concentrate on your own food, don't eat with your mouth open."  They can't play in the house without them saying "we don't run in the house, we don't jump on the furniture, don't hit your sister, don't do this, don't do that."  We have rules for a reason, and we want them to act politely and nicely.  That's being too strict?  He commented that Josiah was walking all over our couch pillows (the throw ones) and Andy had to ask him "do we do that?"  I said "we've had to tell them that we don't sit on the pillows or walk all over them...they're for laying your head on."  They're ripping them apart with having to push their fingers into the seams, jumping on them, and so forth.  Last night we found out that Tracie is digging a hole into the ceiling.  My Dad said "she didn't do that, what kid does that?"  I told him that if he didn't believe me, I'd show him when he was done at the doctor.  Andy was nice and bought them a rug for their room...Deidra said one day that they had ripped their rug.  I said "how do you rip a rug like theirs and so she brought it down for me to see.  They didn't rip it, but because their hands are always busy, they had tore all the threads out all the way through the middle.  Tracie got a pillow pet and didn't even have it a month and had holes all poked into it because she jabs her hands into the seams.  It's just stuff like that.  I told my Dad that yes, some of it is just being kids and we can let that go.  But, the total lack of respect for what the rules are when it plays over into issues at school and stuff like that...I don't think that's ok to let go.  I understand that accidents happen, but most kids learn from that, they don't do it again and again and again.  I just find it funny that we're trying to enforce boundaries with the kids and he keeps telling me "they're all right, they're just being kids."  I shut up and 2 minutes later he's yelling at them for the same thing.  There's a reason why we do and say the things that we do to them.  That's all I'm saying.  He gets mad and I just have to look at him and smile.  I keep saying that I'm not going to let him get to me and today he got to me and I've been playing things over and over.  Now, I'm going to try to let it go...I put it into your Hands, Abba.  Please help me to shape and mold my kids in the way that You want them to grow.  And please help my Dad to see what we are trying to do with our kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-6798857853142848279?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/6798857853142848279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=6798857853142848279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/6798857853142848279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/6798857853142848279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/hard-for-him-to-see.html' title='Hard for him to see...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-3856368275528353492</id><published>2011-06-13T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T15:17:26.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Melina and Grampa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vZ-5QmfNl1s/TfqAsQozfBI/AAAAAAAAB2o/Pp8AwloaR0w/s1600/IMG_9625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vZ-5QmfNl1s/TfqAsQozfBI/AAAAAAAAB2o/Pp8AwloaR0w/s320/IMG_9625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618944982966828050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa and Melina.  She took awhile to warm up to him.  He'd hold his arms out to her and she'd just look at him.  After a few days, she finally warmed up to him and he had to leave.  Look at that little cheesy face!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-3856368275528353492?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/3856368275528353492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=3856368275528353492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/3856368275528353492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/3856368275528353492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/melina-and-grampa.html' title='Melina and Grampa'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-vZ-5QmfNl1s/TfqAsQozfBI/AAAAAAAAB2o/Pp8AwloaR0w/s72-c/IMG_9625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-54461896370551165</id><published>2011-06-13T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T15:14:57.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>ABCs and 123s</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4d_hfqT4XY/Tfp_tcKXhaI/AAAAAAAAB2g/yreWCxQb_7k/s1600/IMG_9624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4d_hfqT4XY/Tfp_tcKXhaI/AAAAAAAAB2g/yreWCxQb_7k/s320/IMG_9624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618943903728633250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HWKnt6QONa0/Tfp_ds-E3mI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/XPYDFardLvI/s1600/IMG_9623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HWKnt6QONa0/Tfp_ds-E3mI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/XPYDFardLvI/s320/IMG_9623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618943633362574946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vwp_bzmr7JY/Tfp_MYnEAiI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/05xCXSS7yGM/s1600/IMG_9622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vwp_bzmr7JY/Tfp_MYnEAiI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/05xCXSS7yGM/s320/IMG_9622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618943335839564322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to work on writing our letters and numbers throughout the summer and so we worked on A and 1 this week.  The kids did a great job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-54461896370551165?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/54461896370551165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=54461896370551165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/54461896370551165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/54461896370551165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/abcs-and-123s.html' title='ABCs and 123s'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-T4d_hfqT4XY/Tfp_tcKXhaI/AAAAAAAAB2g/yreWCxQb_7k/s72-c/IMG_9624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-6102245398707473591</id><published>2011-06-13T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T09:29:58.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>The Devil is playing with me today...</title><content type='html'>but I will stand firm with the Lord and dig my heels in.  Tried to take my van in this morning, Andy was going to stay home from work to help as my Dad needs to go to the doctor too.  They can't get the parts until this afternoon so we can't bring it in until tomorrow.  Andy went into work.  My Dad was going to follow Andy up to the dealership, but my Mom didn't want my Dad up there and my Dad wouldn't accept what I was trying to say until I finally had to tell him that "I'd follow Andy up there as Mom didn't want him up there."  That hurt him and he was supposed to give my Mom her weekly check for my brother's college and now he's debating about paying it.  Kinda feel like it puts me in the middle since I handle his finances.  The kids are all rowdy and whiny today, Melina keeps trying to nap and the whining and crying wakes her up.  They're saying they're bored left and right and I'm trying to keep them busy, but I'm trying to clean the downstairs today as well.  And of course, they're constantly hungry and thirsty so I gotta keep interrupting what I'm doing to get them a drink or a snack too.  Having my Dad here too, with their attachment issues, they act like magnets and they're constantly jumping all over him or he moves and they gotta ask "where you going?  what are you doing?"  Or they're constantly touching him or right up on him.  I try to enforce the boundary rules to give him space, then he's on me for that "they're alright, they're just being kids."  I quit and 2 minutes later he's yelling at them to give him some room.  Yesterday, Emma grabbed a hold of one of his toes and bent it back the wrong way really hard and he yelled out in pain.  All I could say was "you wonder why I'm constantly trying to enforce the boundaries...I do have reasons for the things I say and do to them."  He says his toe still hurts today.  :-(  He says "they're like magnets, they just glue themselves to me."  That's a problem with attachment issues, but I'm not even going to try and explain all that to my Dad as it will just include more headache for me.  But, I sure do feel the devil trying to play with me today.  I am going to stand firm with the Lord though and have a positive attitude and just try to get through all of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-6102245398707473591?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/6102245398707473591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=6102245398707473591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/6102245398707473591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/6102245398707473591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/devil-is-playing-with-me-today.html' title='The Devil is playing with me today...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-5603271352586114941</id><published>2011-06-12T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T15:07:55.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Father's Day Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nDmf5mC61uI/Tfp8br-E2yI/AAAAAAAAB1o/O80quHrglCk/s1600/IMG_9614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nDmf5mC61uI/Tfp8br-E2yI/AAAAAAAAB1o/O80quHrglCk/s320/IMG_9614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618940300199516962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baked tilapia with lemon and herbs, creamy basil mashed potatoes, and sauteed mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QCm3FjT7_DY/Tfp807ohMrI/AAAAAAAAB1w/Uo88u7HRvj0/s1600/IMG_9615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QCm3FjT7_DY/Tfp807ohMrI/AAAAAAAAB1w/Uo88u7HRvj0/s320/IMG_9615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618940733900796594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blondie turtle brownies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my Dad was only here for the weekend, I decided to make dinner and give them their gifts today so that we could celebrate with my Dad too.  Dinner was a hit with everyone and even Melina couldn't get enough dinner.  She loved the fish and the potatoes and would immediate want more.  So funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma used to make german chocolate brownies and used a german chocolate cake mix.  I found a vanilla cake mix on sale and decided to try a different cake mix in the recipe.  You don't actually make the cake batter, but the cake mix goes into the brownie batter.  Still turned out quite yummy!  Even Andy ate dessert!  I had to take a picture as he is NOT usually a sweet eater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qx6cuDbm3fc/Tfp970YC2SI/AAAAAAAAB14/bc5Dp2tflfY/s1600/IMG_9621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qx6cuDbm3fc/Tfp970YC2SI/AAAAAAAAB14/bc5Dp2tflfY/s320/IMG_9621.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618941951723362594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are Andy and my Dad with their t-shirts that we got them for Father's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CCUW3lpKX3Y/Tfp-VUlUWcI/AAAAAAAAB2A/GLxdnrt9x5k/s1600/IMG_9619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CCUW3lpKX3Y/Tfp-VUlUWcI/AAAAAAAAB2A/GLxdnrt9x5k/s320/IMG_9619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618942389865699778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-5603271352586114941?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/5603271352586114941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=5603271352586114941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/5603271352586114941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/5603271352586114941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day-dinner.html' title='Father&apos;s Day Dinner'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-nDmf5mC61uI/Tfp8br-E2yI/AAAAAAAAB1o/O80quHrglCk/s72-c/IMG_9614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-2831596170320591655</id><published>2011-06-12T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T14:57:07.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Amish Baked Oatmeal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SzDbVryzXGQ/Tfp7Px72zbI/AAAAAAAAB1g/1xUyolPXRNo/s1600/IMG_9613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SzDbVryzXGQ/Tfp7Px72zbI/AAAAAAAAB1g/1xUyolPXRNo/s320/IMG_9613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618938996130762162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whipped this up last night and baked it today after church so it sat in the fridge overnight.  I made it in a 9x13 greased pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup butter&lt;br /&gt;4 large eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 tsp. baking powder&lt;br /&gt;3 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;dash of salt&lt;br /&gt;2 cups milk&lt;br /&gt;6 cups oatmeal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix it all together and put it in a 9x13 (greased) pan and let it sit overnight.  The next morning just bake it at 350 for about 40 minutes and it's good to go.  My family absolutely loved it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-2831596170320591655?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/2831596170320591655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=2831596170320591655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/2831596170320591655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/2831596170320591655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/amish-baked-oatmeal.html' title='Amish Baked Oatmeal'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-SzDbVryzXGQ/Tfp7Px72zbI/AAAAAAAAB1g/1xUyolPXRNo/s72-c/IMG_9613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-4030611009171525842</id><published>2011-06-12T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T09:36:02.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novenas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Novena to the Holy Spirit Day Nine</title><content type='html'>Ninth Day:&lt;br /&gt;The gifts of the Holy Spirit that we've been praying for over the past seven days are supernatural graces.  As we cooperate with those graces by performing acts of virtue, we grow in the Fruitsof the Holy Spirit, which reinforce our desire to do good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse for the Ninth Day:&lt;br /&gt;Thou, on those who evermore&lt;br /&gt;Thee confess and Thee Adore,&lt;br /&gt;in Thy sevenfold gift, Descend;&lt;br /&gt;Give Them Comfort when they die;&lt;br /&gt;Give them Life with Thee on high;&lt;br /&gt;Give them joys which never end.  Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meditation for the Ninth Day--"The Fruits of the Holy Spirit":&lt;br /&gt;The gifts of the Holy Spirit perfect the supernatural virtues by enabling us to pract them with greater docility to divine inspiration.  As we grow in the knowledge and love of God under the direction of the Holy Spirit, our service becomes more sincere and generous, the practice of virtue more perfect.  Such acts of virtue leave the heart filled with joy and consolation and are known as Fruits of the Holy Spirit.  These Fruits in turn render the practice of virtue more attractive and become a powerful incentive for still greater efforts in the service of God, to serve Whom is to reign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer for the Ninth Day:&lt;br /&gt;Come, O Divine Spirit, fill my heart with Thy heavenly fruits, Thy charity, joy, peace, patience, benignity, goodness, faith, mildness, and temperance, that I may never weary in the service of God, but, by continued faithful submission to Thy inspiration, may merit to be united eternally with Thee in the love of the Father and the Son.  Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be (seven times), Act of Consecration to the Holy Spirit, Prayer for the Seven Gifts of the Holy Spirit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-4030611009171525842?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/4030611009171525842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=4030611009171525842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/4030611009171525842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/4030611009171525842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/novena-to-holy-spirit-day-nine.html' title='Novena to the Holy Spirit Day Nine'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-4886217073876157239</id><published>2011-06-11T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T14:10:07.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novenas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Novena to the Holy Spirit Day 8</title><content type='html'>Eighth Day:&lt;br /&gt;Our prayer, verse, and meditation for the eighth day of the Novena to the Holy Spirit focus on wisdom, "the most perfect of the gifts" of the Holy Spirit.  Wisdom shows that the Christian Faith involves the head as much as the heart, and reason as much as the will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse for the Eighth Day:&lt;br /&gt;Bend the stubborn heart and will,&lt;br /&gt;melt the frozen, warm the chill.&lt;br /&gt;Guide the steps that go astray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meditation for the Eighth Day--"The Gift of Wisdom":&lt;br /&gt;Embodying all the other gifts, as charity embraces all the other virtues.  Wisdom is the most perfect of the gifts.  Of wisdom, it is written "all good things came to me with her, and innumerable riches through her hands."  It is the gift of Wisdom that strengthens our faith, fortifies hope, perfects charity, and promotes the practice of virtue in the highest degree.  Wisdom enlightens the mind to discern and relish things divine, in the appreciation of which earthly joys lose their savor, whilst the Cross of Christ yields a divine sweetness according to the words of the Savior:  "Take up thy cross and follow me, for my yoke is sweet and my burden light."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers for the Eighth Day:&lt;br /&gt;Come, O Spirit of Wisdom, and reveal to my soul the mysteries of heavenly things, their exceeding greatness, power, and beauty.  Teach me to love them above and beyond all the passing joys and satisfactions of earth.  Help me to attacin them and possess them for ever.  Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be (seven times), Act of Consecration to the Holy Spirit, Prayer for the Seven Gifts of the Holy Spirit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-4886217073876157239?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/4886217073876157239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=4886217073876157239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/4886217073876157239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/4886217073876157239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/novena-to-holy-spirit-day-8.html' title='Novena to the Holy Spirit Day 8'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-4300445060003662768</id><published>2011-06-10T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T12:24:43.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><title type='text'>No tv??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TTCenaUvRxY/TfJvO9Z7UkI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/T4Bmb5-hi2Y/s1600/IMG_9606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TTCenaUvRxY/TfJvO9Z7UkI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/T4Bmb5-hi2Y/s320/IMG_9606.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616673988076589634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids: Can we watch tv? Mom: No, you can play for awhile. The tv doesn't need to be on everyday. (this was their reaction). Mommy: well, I guess it can be naptime then. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-4300445060003662768?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/4300445060003662768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=4300445060003662768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/4300445060003662768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/4300445060003662768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/no-tv.html' title='No tv??'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-TTCenaUvRxY/TfJvO9Z7UkI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/T4Bmb5-hi2Y/s72-c/IMG_9606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-6047023905225794933</id><published>2011-06-10T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T12:14:28.764-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novenas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Novena to the Holy Spirit Day 7</title><content type='html'>Seventh Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Counsel" our meditation for the seventh day of the Novena to the Holy Spirit tells us "is supernatural common sense."  With this gift of the Holy Spirit, we can translate our faith into action in evertyhing that we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse for the Seventh Day:&lt;br /&gt;Heal our wounds--our strength renew,&lt;br /&gt;On our dryness pour Thy dew,&lt;br /&gt;Wash the stains of guilt away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meditation for the Seventh Day--"The Gift of Counsel":&lt;br /&gt;The gift of Counsel endows the soul with supernatural prudence, enabling it to judge promptly and rightly what must be done, especially in difficult circumstances.  Counsel applies the principles furnished by Knowledge and Understanding to the innumerable concrete cases that confront us in the course of our daily duty as parents, teachers, public servants, and Christian citizens.  Counsel is supernatural common sense, a priceless treasure in the quest of salvation.  "Above all these things, pray to the Most High, that He may direct thy way in truth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers for the Seventh Day:&lt;br /&gt;Come, O Spirit of Counsel, help and guide me in all my ways, that I may always do Thy holy will.  Incline my heart to that which is good; turn it away from all that is evil, and direct me by the straight path of Thy commandments to that goal of eternal life with which I long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be (seven times), Act of Consecration to the Holy Spirit, Prayer for the Seven Gifts of the Holy Spirit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-6047023905225794933?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/6047023905225794933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=6047023905225794933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/6047023905225794933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/6047023905225794933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/novena-to-holy-spirit-day-7.html' title='Novena to the Holy Spirit Day 7'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-2897337469471493711</id><published>2011-06-09T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T12:00:49.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babysitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A day of babysitting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PjyeusB6Ew/TfJmAj1jKBI/AAAAAAAAB1A/eCzUaONPPj4/s1600/IMG_9602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PjyeusB6Ew/TfJmAj1jKBI/AAAAAAAAB1A/eCzUaONPPj4/s320/IMG_9602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616663845090306066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah, Emily, Ana, and Tracie watching the Strawberry Shortcake movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7NvrMRlg7-E/TfJltoob-eI/AAAAAAAAB04/Hqj1N8wBipw/s1600/IMG_9594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7NvrMRlg7-E/TfJltoob-eI/AAAAAAAAB04/Hqj1N8wBipw/s320/IMG_9594.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616663519959972322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaina and Melina playing blocks together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Beth, had surgery on her shoulder today, so we had 2 extra friends to play with today.  My littles were so excited.  We spent the day playing in the playroom, doing arts and crafts, playing outside on the trampoline (Ana's favorite) and on the swingset, watching Strawberry Shortcake during quiet/nap time which was also Ana's choice, and then we played with play-doh and with the legos.  The day went really well and I was thinking to myself how having 7 kids here really wasn't that hard.  Then the fussy hour happened around 4:30 and everyone got fussy, bored, and whiny.  Dinner helped a little bit and then they played in the playroom and started getting really hyper and they all (well except for Alaina and Melina) earned a time out for not listening and running and jumping on the furniture and so they were mad at me.  But that was really the only hard part of the day.  Everything else went smoothly.  Josiah had a hard time listening all day and kept hitting his sisters and so he earned a lot of time outs and Tracie kept thinking that Alaina was a baby like Melina and kept trying to pick her up and move her which had her in the time out spot a few times, but overall I really enjoyed having them and the kids all had fun.  I did realize too that my kids have missed out on a ton of playdates and we need to start doing those.  My kids have gotten a lot better around other kids, but the more they play with others the more they will learn.  Josiah gets so excited that he gets loud and doesn't always remember about others personal spaces and Emma gets bossy and Tracie just wants to nurture everyone, but she needs to learn that her hands need to stay to herself and that others don't need her picking them up and so forth either. I told Andy that I think this summer is going to mark the end of therapy.   They have come so far and are almost caught up anyway.  Tracie will probably continue therapy a little while longer as she needs it, but I think Josiah is safe to end at the end of summer.  His OT said he's pretty much caught up anyway...just a little behind...but it's his behaviors that are keeping him having to stay in it.  I told Andy that I'm ready to just let them be kids and be able to go forward with other things.  I want to see them be able to play with their friends, not be prohibited by therapy schedules running when and if we're able to do things.  So, not only was today good for the kids, it was good for me too as it allowed me to see some things as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-2897337469471493711?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/2897337469471493711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=2897337469471493711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/2897337469471493711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/2897337469471493711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-of-babysitting.html' title='A day of babysitting...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-1PjyeusB6Ew/TfJmAj1jKBI/AAAAAAAAB1A/eCzUaONPPj4/s72-c/IMG_9602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-3890719277295301412</id><published>2011-06-09T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T11:34:08.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novenas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Novena to the Holy Spirit Day 6</title><content type='html'>Sixth Day:&lt;br /&gt;On hte sixth day of the Novena to the Holy Spirit, our prayer, verse, and meditation focus on the gift of understanding, which helps us to grasp the meaning of the revealed truthfs of Christianity and to live our lives in accordance with those truths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse for the Sixth Day:&lt;br /&gt;If Thou take Thy grace away,&lt;br /&gt;nothing pure in man will stay,&lt;br /&gt;All his good is turn'd to ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meditation for the Sixth Day--"The Gift of Understanding":&lt;br /&gt;Understanding, as a gift of the Holy Spirit, helps us to grasp the meaning of the truths of our holy religion.  By faith we know them, but by Understanding, we learn to appreciate and relish them.  It enables us to penetrate the inner meaning of revealed truths and through them to be quickened to newness of life.  Our faith ceases to be sterile and inactive, but inspires a mode of life that bears eloquent testimony to the faith that is in us; we begin to "walk worthy of God in all things pleasing, and increasing in the knowledge of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers for the Sixth Day:&lt;br /&gt;Come, O Spirit of Understanding, and enlighten our minds, that we may know and believe all the mysteries of salvation; and may merit at last to see the eternal light in Thy Light; and, in the light of glory, to have a clear vision of Thee and the Father and the Son.  Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory be (seven times), Act of Consecration to the Holy Spirit, Prayer for the Seven Gifts of the Holy Ghost&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-3890719277295301412?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/3890719277295301412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=3890719277295301412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/3890719277295301412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/3890719277295301412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/novena-to-holy-spirit-day-6.html' title='Novena to the Holy Spirit Day 6'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-4103674801111516967</id><published>2011-06-08T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T12:33:35.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Cinnamon Raisin Oven Baked French Toast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QeYVXT_zR-M/TfJwpv8ZPlI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/akWk4663KD4/s1600/IMG_9538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QeYVXT_zR-M/TfJwpv8ZPlI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/akWk4663KD4/s320/IMG_9538.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616675547831156306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tore up a loaf of cinnamon raisin bread, mixed up 8 eggs with a little vanilla, a packet of splenda, and a splash of milk and dumped it over the bread in a 9x13 pan.  Baked it at 350 for 30 minutes.  We used SF maple syrup.  Made some bacon and sliced up some peaches to go with it.  The kids loved it and it's a super easy way to make french toast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-4103674801111516967?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/4103674801111516967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=4103674801111516967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/4103674801111516967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/4103674801111516967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/cinnamon-raisin-oven-baked-french-toast.html' title='Cinnamon Raisin Oven Baked French Toast'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QeYVXT_zR-M/TfJwpv8ZPlI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/akWk4663KD4/s72-c/IMG_9538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-763379614637242138</id><published>2011-06-08T12:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T12:23:28.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couponing'/><title type='text'>My Walgreens Trip</title><content type='html'>We needed trash bags and Melina is low on Pampers.  I like Savings Angel because you can do a product search to see where the items are on sale and then you can use the coupons that you have to get an even better deal and I don't have to waste time looking for the store ads online.  Anyway, enough about that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Walgreens score…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pampers  8.99 (I couldn’t find the $1.50 coupon that I had, but I earned $1 RR, so I went with it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glade Trash Bags 6.99…used the $1 in store coupon and the $4 RR that we had)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grand total was $11.89 and I saved $9.50.  I'm good with that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-763379614637242138?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/763379614637242138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=763379614637242138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/763379614637242138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/763379614637242138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-walgreens-trip.html' title='My Walgreens Trip'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-1451306252076861448</id><published>2011-06-08T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T12:10:22.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deidra'/><title type='text'>Sisterly Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DB1tR7vShkA/Te_IlFJcZGI/AAAAAAAAB0w/HCpb6R8L0f0/s1600/IMG_9532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DB1tR7vShkA/Te_IlFJcZGI/AAAAAAAAB0w/HCpb6R8L0f0/s320/IMG_9532.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615927799716799586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deidra sure does love her baby sister.  She loves the smell of her head and she loves to snuggle her.  I loved this picture that I took of them together, so I just had to share.  I hope that when they are older that the 9 year age gap doesn't even matter.  I just want them to be close.  I pray that all my children will be close to one another and stay that way as they get older.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-1451306252076861448?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1451306252076861448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=1451306252076861448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1451306252076861448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1451306252076861448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/sisterly-love.html' title='Sisterly Love'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-DB1tR7vShkA/Te_IlFJcZGI/AAAAAAAAB0w/HCpb6R8L0f0/s72-c/IMG_9532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-8462550390204761880</id><published>2011-06-08T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T11:42:13.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novenas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Novena to the Holy Spirit  Day 5</title><content type='html'>Fifth Day:&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth day of the Novena to the Holy Spirit, we ask for the gift of knowledge, so that we may truly understand that the world is ordered toward God and we may be able to perceive His will for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse for the Fifth Day:&lt;br /&gt;Light immortal!  Light Divine!&lt;br /&gt;Visit Thou these hearts of Thine,&lt;br /&gt;And our inmost being fill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meditation for the Fifth Day--"The Gift of Knowledge:"&lt;br /&gt;The gift of Knowledge enables the soul to evaluate created things at their true worth--in their relation to God.  Knowledge unmasks the pretense of creatures, reveals their emptiness, and points out their only true purpose as instruments in the service of God.  It shows us the loving care of God even in adversity, and directs us to glorify Him in every circumstance of life.  Guided by its light, we put first things first, and prize the friendship circumstance of life. Guided by its light, we put first things first, and prize the friendship of God beyond all else.  "Knowledge is a fountain of life to him that pssesseth it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers for the Fifth Day:&lt;br /&gt;Come, O Blessed Spirit of Knowledge, and grant that I may perceive the will of the Father; show me the nothingness of earthly things, that I may realize their vanity and use them only for Thy glory and my own salvation, looking ever beyond them to Thee, and Thy eternal rewards.  Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be (seven times), Act of Consecration to the Holy Spirit, Prayer for the Seven Gifts of the Holy Spirit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-8462550390204761880?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/8462550390204761880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=8462550390204761880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/8462550390204761880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/8462550390204761880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/novena-to-holy-spirit-day-5.html' title='Novena to the Holy Spirit  Day 5'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-6660785939443331157</id><published>2011-06-08T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T06:22:34.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>The Pope's pep talk to families while visiting Croatia</title><content type='html'>APOSTOLIC JOURNEY TO CROATIA&lt;br /&gt;(JUNE 4-5, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY MASS ON THE OCCASION OF THE NATIONAL DAY &lt;br /&gt;OF CROATIAN CATHOLIC FAMILIES &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOMILY OF HIS HOLINESS BENEDICT XVI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zagreb Hippodrome&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 5 June 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Brothers and Sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this Mass at which it is my joy to preside, concelebrating with numerous brothers in the Episcopate and with a great number of priests, I give thanks to the Lord for all the beloved families gathered here, and for all the others who are linked with us through radio and television. I offer particular thanks to Cardinal Josip Bozanić, Archbishop of Zagreb, for his kind words at the beginning of this Mass. I address my greetings to all and express my great affection with an embrace of peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have recently celebrated the Ascension of the Lord and we prepare ourselves to receive the great gift of the Holy Spirit. In the first reading, we saw how the apostolic community was united in prayer in the Upper Room with Mary, the mother of Jesus (cf. Acts 1:12-14). This is a picture of the Church with deep roots in the paschal event: indeed, the Upper Room is the place where Jesus instituted the Eucharist and the priesthood during the Last Supper, and where, having risen from the dead, he poured out the Holy Spirit upon the Apostles on the evening of Easter Sunday (cf. Jn 20:19-23). The Lord directed his disciples “not to depart from Jerusalem, but to wait for the promise of the Father” (Acts 1:4); he asked that they might remain together to prepare themselves to receive the gift of the Holy Spirit. And they gathered together in prayer with Mary in the Upper Room, waiting for the promised event (cf. Acts 1:14). Remaining together was the condition given by Jesus for them to experience the coming of the Paraclete, and prolonged prayer served to maintain them in harmony with one another. We find here a formidable lesson for every Christian community. Sometimes it is thought that missionary efficacy depends primarily upon careful planning and its intelligent implementation by means of specific action. Certainly, the Lord asks for our cooperation, but his initiative has to come first, before any response from us: his Spirit is the true protagonist of the Church, to be invoked and welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Gospel, we heard the first part of the so-called “high-priestly prayer” of Jesus (cf. Jn 17:1-11a) – at the conclusion of his farewell discourses – full of trust, sweetness and love. It is called “the high-priestly prayer” because in it Jesus is presented as a priest interceding for his people as he prepares to leave this world. The passage is dominated by the double theme of the hour and the glory. It deals with the hour of death (cf. Jn 2:4; 7:30; 8:20), the hour in which the Christ must pass from this world to the Father (13:1). But at the same time it is also the hour of his glorification which is accomplished by means of the Cross, called by John the Evangelist “exaltation”, namely the raising up, the elevation to glory: the hour of the death of Jesus, the hour of supreme love, is the hour of his highest glory. For the Church too, for every Christian, the highest glory is the Cross, which means living in charity, in total gift to God and to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear brothers and sisters! I very willingly accepted the invitation given to me by the Bishops of Croatia to visit this country on the occasion of the first National Gathering of Croatian Catholic Families. I express my sincere appreciation for this attention and commitment to the family, not only because today this basic human reality, in your nation as elsewhere, has to face difficulties and threats, and thus has special need of evangelization and support, but also because Christian families are a decisive resource for education in the faith, for the up-building of the Church as a communion and for her missionary presence in the most diverse situations in life. I know the generosity and the dedication with which you, dear Pastors, serve the Lord and the Church. Your daily labour for the faith formation of future generations, as well as for marriage preparation and for the accompaniment of families, is the fundamental path for regenerating the Church anew and for giving life to the social fabric of the nation. May you remain dedicated to this important pastoral commitment! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows that the Christian family is a special sign of the presence and love of Christ and that it is called to give a specific and irreplaceable contribution to evangelization. Blessed John Paul II, who visited this noble country three times, said that “the Christian family is called upon to take part actively and responsibly in the mission of the Church in a way that is original and specific, by placing itself, in what it is and what it does as an ‘intimate community of life and love’, at the service of the Church and of society” (Familiaris consortio, 50). The Christian family has always been the first way of transmitting the faith and still today retains great possibilities for evangelization in many areas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear parents, commit yourselves always to teach your children to pray, and pray with them; draw them close to the Sacraments, especially to the Eucharist, as we celebrate the 600th anniversary of the Eucharistic miracle of Ludbreg; and introduce them to the life of the Church; in the intimacy of the home do not be afraid to read the sacred Scriptures, illuminating family life with the light of faith and praising God as Father. Be like a little Upper Room, like that of Mary and the disciples, in which to live unity, communion and prayer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the grace of God, many Christian families today are acquiring an ever deeper awareness of their missionary vocation, and are devoting themselves seriously to bearing witness to Christ the Lord. Blessed John Paul II once said: “An authentic family, founded on marriage, is in itself ‘good news’ for the world.” And he added: “In our time the families that collaborate actively in evangelization are ever more numerous [...] the hour of the family has arrived in the Church, which is also the hour of the missionary family” (Angelus, 21 October 2001). In today’s society the presence of exemplary Christian families is more necessary and urgent than ever. Unfortunately, we are forced to acknowledge the spread of a secularization which leads to the exclusion of God from life and the increasing disintegration of the family, especially in Europe. Freedom without commitment to the truth is made into an absolute, and individual well-being through the consumption of material goods and transient experiences is cultivated as an ideal, obscuring the quality of interpersonal relations and deeper human values; love is reduced to sentimental emotion and to the gratification of instinctive impulses, without a commitment to build lasting bonds of reciprocal belonging and without openness to life. We are called to oppose such a mentality! Alongside what the Church says, the testimony and commitment of the Christian family – your concrete testimony – is very important, especially when you affirm the inviolability of human life from conception until natural death, the singular and irreplaceable value of the family founded upon matrimony and the need for legislation which supports families in the task of giving birth to children and educating them. Dear families, be courageous! Do not give in to that secularized mentality which proposes living together as a preparation, or even a substitute for marriage! Show by the witness of your lives that it is possible, like Christ, to love without reserve, and do not be afraid to make a commitment to another person! Dear families, rejoice in fatherhood and motherhood! Openness to life is a sign of openness to the future, confidence in the future, just as respect for the natural moral law frees people, rather than demeaning them! The good of the family is also the good of the Church. I would like to repeat something I have said in the past: “the edification of each individual Christian family fits into the context of the larger family of the Church which supports it and carries it with her ... And the Church is reciprocally built up by the family, a ‘small domestic church’” (Address of His Holiness Benedict XVI to the Participants in the Ecclesial Diocesan Convention of Rome, 6 June 2005). Let us pray to the Lord, that families may come more and more to be small churches and that ecclesial communities may take on more and more the quality of a family! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Croatian families, living the communion of faith and charity, be ever more transparent witnesses to the promise that the Lord, ascending into heaven, makes to each one of us: “I am with you always, to the close of the age” (Mt 28:20). Dear Croatian Christians, hear yourselves called to evangelize with the whole of your life; hear the powerful word of the Lord: “Go therefore and make disciples of all nations” (Mt 28:19). May the Virgin Mary, Queen of Croatia, accompany you always on your way. Amen! Praised be Jesus and Mary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-6660785939443331157?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/6660785939443331157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=6660785939443331157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/6660785939443331157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/6660785939443331157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/popes-pep-talk-to-families-while.html' title='The Pope&apos;s pep talk to families while visiting Croatia'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-2757629055817515380</id><published>2011-06-07T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T11:55:01.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><title type='text'>Melina walking</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f5c603d6434598d7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df5c603d6434598d7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329922822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7201DFF593E80F5191582930483BCA154C7BF253.327A5B5433375FDAC384AB0508430283A64AF218%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df5c603d6434598d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhFNYom7-oF9fScZU3YjSM9wXsgQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df5c603d6434598d7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329922822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7201DFF593E80F5191582930483BCA154C7BF253.327A5B5433375FDAC384AB0508430283A64AF218%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df5c603d6434598d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhFNYom7-oF9fScZU3YjSM9wXsgQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;She took her first steps a couple of weeks ago, but I couldn't resist getting her on video tonight at the littles t-ball game. She's getting better and better all of the time. She can walk across a room now without falling or sitting down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-2757629055817515380?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/2757629055817515380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=2757629055817515380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/2757629055817515380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/2757629055817515380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/melina-walking.html' title='Melina walking'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-949820295126393658</id><published>2011-06-07T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T12:01:53.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><title type='text'>Blue Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JjK7LLziE0o/Te_G3uyQDBI/AAAAAAAAB0o/KUWTmCuqiTI/s1600/IMG_9527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JjK7LLziE0o/Te_G3uyQDBI/AAAAAAAAB0o/KUWTmCuqiTI/s320/IMG_9527.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615925921108200466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the littles at their first t-ball game of the season.  They lost 11-7, but they tried really hard.  They did a great job and Mommy is proud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-949820295126393658?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/949820295126393658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=949820295126393658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/949820295126393658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/949820295126393658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/blue-dogs.html' title='Blue Dogs'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JjK7LLziE0o/Te_G3uyQDBI/AAAAAAAAB0o/KUWTmCuqiTI/s72-c/IMG_9527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-9070046463494085468</id><published>2011-06-07T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T11:57:59.807-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Cranberry and Feta Chicken Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6o3jNdq-nz0/Te_F5JgTARI/AAAAAAAAB0g/G-8G2SDjDLY/s1600/IMG_9476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6o3jNdq-nz0/Te_F5JgTARI/AAAAAAAAB0g/G-8G2SDjDLY/s320/IMG_9476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615924845948895506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made salad for dinner tonight with crescent rolls.  A bag of chicken nuggets, some craisins, some feta cheese, and some romaine lettuce all mixed together with a raspberry vinagerette dressing.  mmm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-9070046463494085468?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/9070046463494085468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=9070046463494085468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/9070046463494085468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/9070046463494085468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/cranberry-and-feta-chicken-salad.html' title='Cranberry and Feta Chicken Salad'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-6o3jNdq-nz0/Te_F5JgTARI/AAAAAAAAB0g/G-8G2SDjDLY/s72-c/IMG_9476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-8530813196341513751</id><published>2011-06-07T13:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T13:55:33.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household duties'/><title type='text'>Organization Challenge Day 2</title><content type='html'>Today's challenge was to organize the coat closet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x0hhuaD9LxQ/Te6QJTGgnXI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/rAz667L9yxE/s1600/IMG_9472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x0hhuaD9LxQ/Te6QJTGgnXI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/rAz667L9yxE/s320/IMG_9472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615584274798386546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S3k5s2cdMr0/Te6P8HcGexI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/1o-aCU0600s/s1600/IMG_9473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S3k5s2cdMr0/Te6P8HcGexI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/1o-aCU0600s/s320/IMG_9473.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615584048329423634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-8530813196341513751?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/8530813196341513751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=8530813196341513751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/8530813196341513751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/8530813196341513751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/organization-challenge-day-2.html' title='Organization Challenge Day 2'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-x0hhuaD9LxQ/Te6QJTGgnXI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/rAz667L9yxE/s72-c/IMG_9472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-6343294185641439270</id><published>2011-06-07T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:54:15.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novenas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Novena to the Holy Spirit Day 4</title><content type='html'>Fourth Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Courage" is often used as another name for fortitude, but, as we can see in the verse, prayer, and meditation for the fourth day of the Novena to the Holy Spirit, fortitude is more than courage:  It is also the strength to do what is necessary to live a holy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse for the Fourth Day:&lt;br /&gt;Thou in toil art comfort sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Pleasant coolness in the heat,&lt;br /&gt;solace in the midst of woe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meditation for the Fourth Day--"The Gift of Fortitude":&lt;br /&gt;By the gift of Fortitude, the soul is strengthened against natural fear, and supported to the end in the performance of duty.  Fortitude imparts to the will an impulse and energy which move it to undertake without hesitancy the most arduous tasks, to face dangers, to trample under foot human respect, and to endure without complaint the slow martydom of even lifelong tribulation.  "He that shall persevere unto the end, he shall be saved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers for the Fourth Day:&lt;br /&gt;Come, O Blessed Spirit of Fortitude, uphold my soul in time of trouble and adversity, sustain my efforts after holiness, strengthen my weakness, give me courage against all the assaults of my enemies, that I may never be overcome and separated from Thee, my God and greatest Good.  Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be (seven times), Act of Consecration to the Holy Spirit, Prayer for the Seven Gifts of the Holy Spirit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-6343294185641439270?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/6343294185641439270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=6343294185641439270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/6343294185641439270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/6343294185641439270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/novena-to-holy-spirit-day-4.html' title='Novena to the Holy Spirit Day 4'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-2304638876288741596</id><published>2011-06-07T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:48:07.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><title type='text'>Play-doh Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5EMYmFjoqvY/Te5xwbyFqiI/AAAAAAAAB0I/e9OUVKxfcL8/s1600/IMG_9471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5EMYmFjoqvY/Te5xwbyFqiI/AAAAAAAAB0I/e9OUVKxfcL8/s320/IMG_9471.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615550862283090466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uQ0tQfEB8Yc/Te5xk6nbAJI/AAAAAAAAB0A/pn8X8nSvGhM/s1600/IMG_9469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uQ0tQfEB8Yc/Te5xk6nbAJI/AAAAAAAAB0A/pn8X8nSvGhM/s320/IMG_9469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615550664401420434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracie and Emily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6qeBGy3zWGE/Te5xXm65FzI/AAAAAAAABz4/tz1hyKVxVLw/s1600/IMG_9468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6qeBGy3zWGE/Te5xXm65FzI/AAAAAAAABz4/tz1hyKVxVLw/s320/IMG_9468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615550435776075570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-2304638876288741596?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/2304638876288741596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=2304638876288741596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/2304638876288741596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/2304638876288741596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/play-doh-fun.html' title='Play-doh Fun'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-5EMYmFjoqvY/Te5xwbyFqiI/AAAAAAAAB0I/e9OUVKxfcL8/s72-c/IMG_9471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-7463668246139514225</id><published>2011-06-06T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:41:14.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the sickies'/><title type='text'>Melina and the bladder infection</title><content type='html'>I got a call from the nurse saying that Melina's urine culture came back positive.  They wanted to start her on a 2nd antibiotic.  If she developed any new symptoms they wanted to see her, if she wasn't doing better in 48 hours they want to see her, and she needs to finish all of her antibiotics and then come back in for another urine sample and they're also going to schedule her for a renal ultrasound and VCUG to make sure that her kidneys are working as they should.  I told Andy that I knew that they thought that I wasn't giving it enough time when I brought her back in on Friday morning when she was unconsolable and I knew the ER thought I was even worse when I had her in there Friday afternoon, but that Mommy intuition told me that she was hurting with that pain scream that she has.  Now, at least I know that I was right.  They worried me a bit with all of this though.  I just want her to feel better and be back to my happy little sweetheart.  Now to break her of the habit that she's had since Friday of tapping me in the face.  In the ER, she was screaming in pain and the nurse says "you need to give her a bottle or figure out something to make her quiet down" and she left the room and Melina swatted me one in the face.  I told her that we don't do that and held her arm down for a minute, but I can't help but feel like she was saying "I'm hurting here, nobody's helping me."  She's done it a few more times in the middle of her pain screams as I hold her and try to console her.  Anyway, hope the medicine makes her feel better soon.  The pharmacy didn't have it in stock and wanted me to wait until tomorrow afternoon, but with her being so uncomfortable and not knowing exactly how long she's had this, I wasn't comfortable with waiting anymore.  So, they called to find out who had some and transferred the perscription.  I ran and got her some yogurt too as the last thing she needs to wind up with is a yeast infection on top of feeling yucky.  Abba, please help my baby girl to feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-7463668246139514225?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/7463668246139514225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=7463668246139514225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/7463668246139514225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/7463668246139514225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/melina-and-bladder-infection.html' title='Melina and the bladder infection'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-128247508670773087</id><published>2011-06-06T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:27:45.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><title type='text'>First T-ball practice of the season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AFgSAHVHdZw/Te5tkde5i8I/AAAAAAAABzo/Z0qTbtsYLQw/s1600/IMG_9467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AFgSAHVHdZw/Te5tkde5i8I/AAAAAAAABzo/Z0qTbtsYLQw/s320/IMG_9467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615546258534534082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BV757t6Lu78/Te5tUwQPZfI/AAAAAAAABzg/sZlipRZ7i-0/s1600/IMG_9466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BV757t6Lu78/Te5tUwQPZfI/AAAAAAAABzg/sZlipRZ7i-0/s320/IMG_9466.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615545988695418354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hneRldztnwc/Te5s-ehlLUI/AAAAAAAABzY/pLx2EZbxH7Q/s1600/IMG_9465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hneRldztnwc/Te5s-ehlLUI/AAAAAAAABzY/pLx2EZbxH7Q/s320/IMG_9465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615545605979188546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracie and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The littles started t-ball tonight by having their first practice.  Afterwards Andy brought them home and worked them in the backyard.  Since I wasn't able to go to their practice, I snuck some pictures of them working with Daddy in the backyard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-128247508670773087?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/128247508670773087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=128247508670773087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/128247508670773087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/128247508670773087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-t-ball-practice-of-season.html' title='First T-ball practice of the season'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-AFgSAHVHdZw/Te5tkde5i8I/AAAAAAAABzo/Z0qTbtsYLQw/s72-c/IMG_9467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-1159837045330954191</id><published>2011-06-06T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:22:19.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><title type='text'>First Day of Summer Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dxn9ULltT-I/Te5sPRz1rII/AAAAAAAABzQ/n8WcYdhQmJQ/s1600/IMG_9464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dxn9ULltT-I/Te5sPRz1rII/AAAAAAAABzQ/n8WcYdhQmJQ/s320/IMG_9464.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615544795112254594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily and Josiah reading together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Zuw9D5VKiY/Te5sBEdeqzI/AAAAAAAABzI/1isE9owkQoc/s1600/IMG_9463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Zuw9D5VKiY/Te5sBEdeqzI/AAAAAAAABzI/1isE9owkQoc/s320/IMG_9463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615544551010642738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracie playing with her magnetic Dora set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kqwDzRCjRrI/Te5rl5pkgQI/AAAAAAAABzA/z1hpWAhCaCQ/s1600/IMG_9462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kqwDzRCjRrI/Te5rl5pkgQI/AAAAAAAABzA/z1hpWAhCaCQ/s320/IMG_9462.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615544084252098818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melina and Josiah playing ball together.  So good to see her playing a little bit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-1159837045330954191?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1159837045330954191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=1159837045330954191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1159837045330954191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1159837045330954191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-day-of-summer-vacation.html' title='First Day of Summer Vacation'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-dxn9ULltT-I/Te5sPRz1rII/AAAAAAAABzQ/n8WcYdhQmJQ/s72-c/IMG_9464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644443.post-1887897273409829997</id><published>2011-06-06T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:12:42.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novenas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Novena to the Holy Spirit  Day 3</title><content type='html'>Third Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piety, the gift of the Holy Spirit for which we pray on this third day of the Novena to the Holy Spirit, is submission to all rightful authority (including respect for our ancestors) that flows from love of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse for the Third Day:&lt;br /&gt;Thou, of all consolers best,&lt;br /&gt;Visiting the troubled breast,&lt;br /&gt;Dost refreshing peace bestow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meditation for the Third Day--"The Gift of Piety":&lt;br /&gt;The gift of Piety begets in our hearts a filial affection for God as our most loving Father.  It inspires us to love and respect, for His sake, persons and things consecrated to Him, as well as those who are vested with His authority, His Blessed Mother and the Saints, the Church and its visible Head, our parents and superiors, our country and its rulers.  He who is filled with the gift of Piety finds the practice of his religion, not a burdensome duty, but a delightful service.  Where there is love, there is no labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers for the Third Day:&lt;br /&gt;Come, O Blessed Spirit of Piety, possess my heart.  Enkindle therein such a love for God, that I may find satisfaction only in His service, and for His sake lovingly submit to all legitimate authority.  Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be (seven times), Act of Consecration to the Holy Spirit, Prayer for the Seven Gifts of the Holy Spirit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-1887897273409829997?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/1887897273409829997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=1887897273409829997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1887897273409829997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/1887897273409829997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/novena-to-holy-spirit-day-3.html' title='Novena to the Holy Spirit  Day 3'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7644443.post-930122931816805510</id><published>2011-06-06T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:06:15.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household projects'/><title type='text'>Organization Challenge  Day 1</title><content type='html'>Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ndJ3Uu3Hvs/Te5ntUILAjI/AAAAAAAAByo/Tzl-PJuzPzc/s1600/IMG_9454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ndJ3Uu3Hvs/Te5ntUILAjI/AAAAAAAAByo/Tzl-PJuzPzc/s320/IMG_9454.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615539813572346418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vzjorCMcTBk/Te5nfaHtFwI/AAAAAAAAByg/6KHkcsl2gec/s1600/IMG_9453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vzjorCMcTBk/Te5nfaHtFwI/AAAAAAAAByg/6KHkcsl2gec/s320/IMG_9453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615539574662829826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-abaeKuzt4zM/Te5n8Cwm9JI/AAAAAAAAByw/r7CanSM7W84/s1600/IMG_9455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-abaeKuzt4zM/Te5n8Cwm9JI/AAAAAAAAByw/r7CanSM7W84/s320/IMG_9455.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615540066608149650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fDaju0SfM-E/Te5oLFddobI/AAAAAAAABy4/xDY3rcIEydg/s1600/IMG_9456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fDaju0SfM-E/Te5oLFddobI/AAAAAAAABy4/xDY3rcIEydg/s320/IMG_9456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615540325031190962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's challenge is to organize your living area.  Purge papers and magazines and stuff that you no longer need.  I chose to organize my entertainment center and my desk since that's in my living room.  Nothing else in there but toys.  Those we'll go through this week and purge for the garage sale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644443-930122931816805510?l=letterstoabba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/feeds/930122931816805510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644443&amp;postID=930122931816805510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/930122931816805510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644443/posts/default/930122931816805510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letterstoabba.blogspot.com/2011/06/organization-challenge-day-1.html' title='Organization Challenge  Day 1'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-4ndJ3Uu3Hvs/Te5ntUILAjI/AAAAAAAAByo/Tzl-PJuzPzc/s72-c/IMG_9454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
