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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1091</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-867000858105017268</id><published>2012-02-14T07:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T07:00:03.517-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>Mustache Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E_lA5qGdu5U/TzU2ynpAw4I/AAAAAAAAFZg/fJU0YeDu5I4/s1600/Henry%2BValentine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707528346024330114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E_lA5qGdu5U/TzU2ynpAw4I/AAAAAAAAFZg/fJU0YeDu5I4/s400/Henry%2BValentine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry is having a big time today passing these cute cards out with little polka dot mustache cookies by The Cookie Lady, Amy C from the "Wild west town of Fort Smith, Arkansas" (Did anyone else see the Olympics ticket article circulating online...the description of my hometown made me laugh out loud).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HRCr4YDNB_I/TzlybqPScII/AAAAAAAAFdc/eXIW-qoIgRQ/s1600/valentine%2Band%2Bcookies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708719822189260930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HRCr4YDNB_I/TzlybqPScII/AAAAAAAAFdc/eXIW-qoIgRQ/s400/valentine%2Band%2Bcookies.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry better not get rejected today! I think with a mustache as cute as his and with these yummy cookies, he is sure to have a pocket full of Valentines before the day is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-867000858105017268?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/867000858105017268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=867000858105017268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/867000858105017268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/867000858105017268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/02/mustache-love.html' title='Mustache Love'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E_lA5qGdu5U/TzU2ynpAw4I/AAAAAAAAFZg/fJU0YeDu5I4/s72-c/Henry%2BValentine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-1952633094691531201</id><published>2012-02-13T10:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T11:02:46.469-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husbands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>UDAMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bw-UPfPJG-4/Tzk_WSIub6I/AAAAAAAAFdQ/jg6h11M_Low/s1600/UDAMAN%2BValentine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bw-UPfPJG-4/Tzk_WSIub6I/AAAAAAAAFdQ/jg6h11M_Low/s400/UDAMAN%2BValentine.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708663654726922146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I left this by Randall's coffee pot this morning. He cracked up at the serving size - "U Decide 'Cause U &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; Man!" I covered a $1 box of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SweetTarts&lt;/span&gt; with it instead of chocolate because he is my sweet and my tart! I found this wrapper online and printed it off. A $1 love gift. Can't beat it! Now, I have to come up with something for tomorrow....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-1952633094691531201?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/1952633094691531201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=1952633094691531201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/1952633094691531201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/1952633094691531201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/02/udaman.html' title='UDAMAN'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bw-UPfPJG-4/Tzk_WSIub6I/AAAAAAAAFdQ/jg6h11M_Low/s72-c/UDAMAN%2BValentine.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-8770737133464826867</id><published>2012-02-12T21:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T21:40:14.077-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sundays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>Love Is In The Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F6GZgoyNKIo/TziAEpaRcUI/AAAAAAAAFcI/__FcxT1XuUM/s1600/henry%2Band%2Bshelby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 298px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708453345015984450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F6GZgoyNKIo/TziAEpaRcUI/AAAAAAAAFcI/__FcxT1XuUM/s400/henry%2Band%2Bshelby.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry had his first official babysitter over the weekend while Randall and I drove to Memphis to eat oysters, mussels and other seafood goodness. You just can't eat like that in J'Town so driving a little ways is worth it sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our cute little babysitter is one of Henry's afternoon teachers. He loves her and she asked me if she could babysit for us. I think I hugged her! She is the cutest thing. Shelby attends ASU and is good friends with the daughter of one of Julie's good friends. Henry loved playing with Shelby and we loved the little date night we had. She said he showed her everything in the house. I believe it. That is so my Henry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ATbsdee-iMI/TziAE0Rz_kI/AAAAAAAAFcU/lyLjRQ5J-3g/s1600/DSC00306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 376px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708453347933290050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ATbsdee-iMI/TziAE0Rz_kI/AAAAAAAAFcU/lyLjRQ5J-3g/s400/DSC00306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning we were matchy-matchy in celebration of love week so we attempted a family photo before church. Henry was most excited about being permitted to stand on the couch that he skipped out on the "cheese".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zIusGfmuryY/TziAFJSaArI/AAAAAAAAFcg/IRe8QE_2ldQ/s1600/DSC00307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 306px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708453353572926130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zIusGfmuryY/TziAFJSaArI/AAAAAAAAFcg/IRe8QE_2ldQ/s400/DSC00307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, we tried again. Taking a decent photo with a toddler is near impossible. I love how he is looking at me. That's my boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jCktPDgNiRo/TziAFtPtQrI/AAAAAAAAFcs/dYDNKr4Nd1s/s1600/DSC00308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 234px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708453363225281202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jCktPDgNiRo/TziAFtPtQrI/AAAAAAAAFcs/dYDNKr4Nd1s/s400/DSC00308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had extended session at church this week. Lisa, our preschool director gave us a handpainting craft to make with the kids. We had no girls in our class this week. I made Henry participate unwillingly and the other boys cried and refused to do it. Randall got a kick out of the revolt. It is so funny to see the differences in boys and girls even at this young age. Those boys wanted to push trucks and cars around the room and had no time to stop and paint a picture . I must say, Henry's painting is super cute and hanging in my kitchen, like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kVcYI-6jCa4/TziAGTxJqmI/AAAAAAAAFc4/U0t3KKAQfZ8/s1600/DSC00309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 298px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708453373566102114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kVcYI-6jCa4/TziAGTxJqmI/AAAAAAAAFc4/U0t3KKAQfZ8/s400/DSC00309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These handsome boys make my heart glad. Henry and I got his daddy a little Valentine and plan to make a special supper for him Tuesday night. I love an excuse to be cheesy and mushy. Valentine's Day is fun times. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5sdcNYbshiM/TziASgv_zEI/AAAAAAAAFdE/S7O1BYfW0Ko/s1600/DSC00294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 235px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708453583209352258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5sdcNYbshiM/TziASgv_zEI/AAAAAAAAFdE/S7O1BYfW0Ko/s400/DSC00294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of cheesy and mushy, this is a "bomb" made out of 3 rolls of Mentos that I left on Randall's desk in his office upstairs. He is my bomb and he loves Mentos! I think you can make this with Rolos also. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-8770737133464826867?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/8770737133464826867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=8770737133464826867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/8770737133464826867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/8770737133464826867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/02/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love Is In The Air'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F6GZgoyNKIo/TziAEpaRcUI/AAAAAAAAFcI/__FcxT1XuUM/s72-c/henry%2Band%2Bshelby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-128474491326806342</id><published>2012-02-10T09:32:00.020-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T13:46:45.576-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog hop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>I'm A Working Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Today we are linking up to &lt;a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/2012/02/show-us-your-life-working-moms.html"&gt;Kelly's Korner&lt;/a&gt; again for a working mom post. Let me start by saying that ALL moms are working moms, whether they stay at home or work outside of the home, that is FO SHO! Today she is highlighting working moms and since I am a working mom I wanted to link up and share what little wisdom I have on the subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br face="arial"&gt;&lt;br face="arial"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3KUu7lV11Q/TzVS-1XAX8I/AAAAAAAAFa0/X-waeeKHZIM/s1600/biz%2Bcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3KUu7lV11Q/TzVS-1XAX8I/AAAAAAAAFa0/X-waeeKHZIM/s400/biz%2Bcard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707559342190911426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a mama to Henry. He is my only child. He was born while I worked a very high stress job in health care marketing. I learned the first day back from maternity leave that it wasn't going to work. I continued to get up and go through my day like a guilty zombie until he was 6 months old. One day I walked out and never looked back. I had no idea what or where I would go for work, but I knew God had a better plan for me, my boy and my husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Lesson #1 - no job other than being wife and mother should take priority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ych40KJsEQ/TzVS_ODX6XI/AAAAAAAAFa8/IvWXLon3uq4/s1600/twitter%2Bprofile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ych40KJsEQ/TzVS_ODX6XI/AAAAAAAAFa8/IvWXLon3uq4/s400/twitter%2Bprofile.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707559348819454322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: verdana;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It took me a year to find the right job for my family. That year long journey taught me a lot. I am a different"worker" now and so much better for it. It was an interesting year with lots of highs and lows, but one I will oddly enough cherish in my heart forever. I turned down a few jobs because I knew they would not fit my family. Learning to chose a job that fits into my family life and honors God had become my priority. Money was not my motive. It was tough at times to agree to that, but today I can type this with a smile because I did just that...I waited and now work a job that fits and honors...and I feel I am compensated well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lesson #2 - Money does not buy happiness (It is cliche, but true!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEx9guQzHqs/TzVa1vG0DXI/AAAAAAAAFb8/uovl0vs68gk/s1600/birthday%2B33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEx9guQzHqs/TzVa1vG0DXI/AAAAAAAAFb8/uovl0vs68gk/s400/birthday%2B33.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707567981986581874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celebrating my birthday before work and school last fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: verdana;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to open up, ask questions and be honest with Julie, Hollye and my friends Sara, Melissa and Lisa helped me become the working mother I am today. Hearing from a stay at home mom's perspective and the perspective of a mom who works outside of the home made me realize we are all the same...we all love our kids just the same. We have to make sure we do it right though. Refer back to Lesson #1! Most of all I gained trust and wisdom from these girls and on days I feel like I cannot do it all I remember that I have an army of women who I can count on to lift me up and reassure me it is just a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lesson #3 - Don't wear a mask - be honest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uh1KqZaQOt4/TzVQmZk0bfI/AAAAAAAAFaE/_cRLXRjZUQY/s1600/henry%2Band%2Bmama%2Bsplashing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uh1KqZaQOt4/TzVQmZk0bfI/AAAAAAAAFaE/_cRLXRjZUQY/s400/henry%2Band%2Bmama%2Bsplashing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707556723392540146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our first family trip to the beach last summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: verdana;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days are for the birds and some are worth recording. That is just life, working or not working. Choosing to make the best of it is up to us. There are so many days I am too tired to remember my last name when the whistle blows at 5:00 and knowing all the activity that comes with it almost sends me into a coma. Yet, when I start my 5:00 mission and see that baby boy run toward me at the door of his daycare room and yell with excitement "MY MAMA!" I get a boost of energy and feel alive and forget that it all seemed like a chore, because it isn't. It is my life...and I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lesson #4 - Cherishing the routine is a choice - choose it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6i-R0et8-GY/TzVVokcyJgI/AAAAAAAAFbY/gqiUTDO0vXg/s1600/lee%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6i-R0et8-GY/TzVVokcyJgI/AAAAAAAAFbY/gqiUTDO0vXg/s400/lee%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707562258229503490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Henry's Halloween party at school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: verdana;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In the interview process of the job I have now I was open and honest with my boss about my family priorities and he respects them. If it is 3:30, a pretty day and I am finished with things for the day, I will leave and go get Henry so he can play outside at home or at the park. I don't feel guilty about it. I love not feeling guilty...I think no mother should feel guilty. Go home if you do! In my line of work we are generally salary employees but I have chosen to be hourly. It cancels out any guilt and has made a HUGE difference. Punching a time clock is actually fun. I refuse to feel guilty (that is the overall theme of this post I think!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lesson #5 - Do what works best for you so you can be the best mother!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yWI3sgwuukY/TzVQmB-wXEI/AAAAAAAAFZs/A6EF_k3IZ7k/s1600/work%2Bhard%2Band%2Bbe%2Bnice%2Bto%2Bpeople.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yWI3sgwuukY/TzVQmB-wXEI/AAAAAAAAFZs/A6EF_k3IZ7k/s400/work%2Bhard%2Band%2Bbe%2Bnice%2Bto%2Bpeople.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707556717058874434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There is always a day they are sick and you have an important meeting. It happens. It stinks, but it happens. The truth is...we are all human and we all have families. Hopefully you work for someone who has had or has children and realizes this. Do what works best...work a half day and have your hubs work a half day. You are woman....roar! Nothing is more important than that child. Once you embrace that, you will soar in your work and at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lesson #6 - SMILE because that child is watching you! God gave you the ability or desire to juggle a job outside of the home while being a mama...you ROCK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-06EgYU9Xo18/TzVVoSY2xTI/AAAAAAAAFbM/6Qmu3o-v04k/s1600/henry%2B-%2B22%2Bmonths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-06EgYU9Xo18/TzVVoSY2xTI/AAAAAAAAFbM/6Qmu3o-v04k/s400/henry%2B-%2B22%2Bmonths.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707562253381190962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;This is my sweet boy playing on the playground at school last fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I want to end with this little bit of honesty (Lesson #3) - I love daycare! I tell people I work so Henry can go to school. Some of you stay at home mamas are reading this and gasping for air, I am sure. We are blessed to be in an accredited and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;curriculum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; based Christian daycare. Henry knows how to count to 15, knows all his shapes and colors. He can sing his alphabet, pray and sing countless songs. I could never have the patience needed to teach him all this. It is an honor to use my God-given professional skills each day so Henry can go to school! :) So, if you are a working mama  that feels guilty about daycare...stop it!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Abby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-128474491326806342?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/128474491326806342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=128474491326806342&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/128474491326806342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/128474491326806342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-working-mama.html' title='I&apos;m A Working Mama'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3KUu7lV11Q/TzVS-1XAX8I/AAAAAAAAFa0/X-waeeKHZIM/s72-c/biz%2Bcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-8530290752864231827</id><published>2012-02-09T07:00:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T09:18:37.853-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meemaw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood memories'/><title type='text'>I Still Miss Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KDv5Wvi-YxQ/TzK3EsBnNuI/AAAAAAAAFYM/WY5zypC-PdQ/s1600/meemaw%2Band%2Bus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KDv5Wvi-YxQ/TzK3EsBnNuI/AAAAAAAAFYM/WY5zypC-PdQ/s400/meemaw%2Band%2Bus.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706824968997123810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wilma and her girls - our last picture with her. About 6 weeks before she died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago this morning my Meemaw (Julie's "Grandmother") met Jesus face to face. What a rejoicing that must have been for she, my Peepaw (Julie's "Granddaddy") and our Healer. We called them different names, but they were the same people to us...loving, Godly grandparents who helped mold us into the women we are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I wish she was here to see. She never met Anna or Henry. She would adore Anna's love for all things girly and Henry's curly hair and knee socks. She loved Samuel, Claire, David and Daniel and bragged on them every week at the beauty shop and at church. Meemaw loved family and because of that we are still the same, strong family she left 10 years ago. As I get older I find myself appreciating my  maternal and paternal families so much more. Julie and I were SO fournate to end up in this life together with all these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TD65BsvXU7U/TzK3E5aBG_I/AAAAAAAAFYY/5thklbtieqY/s1600/meemaw%2Band%2Bsamuel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TD65BsvXU7U/TzK3E5aBG_I/AAAAAAAAFYY/5thklbtieqY/s400/meemaw%2Band%2Bsamuel.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706824972589145074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;This is how I like to remember her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, Meemaw. I still sometimes cry when I talk about you. I sometimes get tears when I am washing Henry with his bar of Dove soap. I have been known to get weepy when I see a turquoise dress in a store. I always cry at Easter and I always cry when I have to go buy my own clothes! You would have quit buying for me by now though...you always said when I got a man to take care of me you would stop. I am so glad God saw fit to get me "Ronald" just in time. (She met Randall 3 times and thought that was his name) I really, really miss laughing with you. See, that would have made you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I miss that laugh of yours and your witty, southern comments. I miss calling you at the end of the day and telling you all about (what was then boys...boys, boys, boys!)  life and teaching you the latest, hip  sayings. You always cracked me up using them on Emma and Babs. The time you called me at school and when I answered and you said "Who let the dogs out" will play in my memory until we meet again....I loved it! I would always get the ole "Abby, You just won't do!" I miss hearing you say that to me. Daddy and Babs still say it to me, but it isn't the same. I miss eating fat free saltines with you before bed and eating peaches with you in the summer. Peaches make me cry. Peeling a peach brings tears most times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really glad Macy's bought Goldsmith's because I couldn't stand going in that store without you. Oak Court Goldsmith's was our place. The sales ladies knew us. I could go in alone to pick up something you wanted me to have (you wanted me to have everything. Randall has no idea why I want the way I do. I tell him it is your fault!) and the sales lady would always ask, "How is your grandmother? We have some new Alfred Dunner things she will love." You loved Alfred. Every time I see that label in a store I almost cry. It is not my favorite look, so I don't usually cry...just being honest, Meems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I am at Babs' and Uncle Joe's house I wonder if you can see the fridge from heaven. It fit! You were so worried about it and you never got to see the newly remodeled kitchen. I can see you looking back at the kitchen from Babs' "easy" chair, looking at me, and then whispering "I hate to tell Joe this, but that new fridge is not going to fit in the pantry." It worried you so much. We were all there to witness it go in and We laughed for you and cried because you weren't there to see it. By the way, are you sitting down....Babs and UJ own a dog. Its name is Boots and he took over the sun porch. If you weren't already dead, you would be now! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I miss you! I can't wait to get to heaven so I can touch you, hear you say, "There's my pretty girl", and smile at me with that look of adoration you always offered me. Part of me died with you. I can't wait to get it back some day. I still love you like crazy, Meemaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-8530290752864231827?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/8530290752864231827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=8530290752864231827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/8530290752864231827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/8530290752864231827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-still-miss-her.html' title='I Still Miss Her'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KDv5Wvi-YxQ/TzK3EsBnNuI/AAAAAAAAFYM/WY5zypC-PdQ/s72-c/meemaw%2Band%2Bus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-2693733193153429862</id><published>2012-02-08T15:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T15:59:39.064-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husbands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>9 Years Of Grins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gMz9LBMGZNw/TzLqRNP4dII/AAAAAAAAFZA/zZo-fPNp0-A/s1600/wedding%2B-%2Bin%2Bbrides%2Broom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gMz9LBMGZNw/TzLqRNP4dII/AAAAAAAAFZA/zZo-fPNp0-A/s400/wedding%2B-%2Bin%2Bbrides%2Broom.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706881259166790786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9 years ago today I said "I do" to  my Randall. I always loved this picture. It is in a little frame on my bedside table.  It was taken in the brides room after the ceremony. I remember Mama and Mawmaw being afraid we might run off into a broom closet before the reception! We were so excited to finally be married, if you know what I mean! ha. I really like the Aqua Net can in the background the best. All good southern girls use Aqua Net for their 'dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yP3wGbVcOK8/TzLqQmmm-kI/AAAAAAAAFYk/d3wYIRf-vxA/s400/wedding%2B-%2Bsisters.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706881248793131586" border="0" /&gt;This is possibly the most priceless photo I have in my album. Because I share this blog with my favorite sister, I thought it was finally time to show this little snapshot of us. I was taking my photos before the ceremony and feared I forgot my deodorant so like any good sister, Jules applied for me. There are too many reasons why I love this girl, just sayin! Wasn't she beautiful in that dress. I loved my wedding. It was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3vD2K4H464E/TzLqTvOfQEI/AAAAAAAAFZI/HyFaQU3iUjY/s1600/wedding-%2Bcake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3vD2K4H464E/TzLqTvOfQEI/AAAAAAAAFZI/HyFaQU3iUjY/s400/wedding-%2Bcake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706881302647488578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was our first Christmas card photo. If you are familiar with our annual card, you know each year we have a photo card. This is what started the card tradition in 2003. I loved my cake and the arch over it. We looked so young and I looked so little. I want to be that little by my 10 year anniversary next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kix3tZGH6-U/TzLqQ1NuvCI/AAAAAAAAFYs/GVVS4wBjh4I/s1600/wedding%2B-%2Bhoneymoon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kix3tZGH6-U/TzLqQ1NuvCI/AAAAAAAAFYs/GVVS4wBjh4I/s400/wedding%2B-%2Bhoneymoon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706881252715314210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next year we plan to celebrate 10 years in Hawaii. We celebrated our honeymoon in Branson. It was a bomb. Don't go on your honeymoon to Branson, and especially in February. We were suppose to go to a cottage in Eureka Springs. It had snowed in the night after our wedding. We got there despite the snow. We drove up on it and it was not at all as it appeared online. I was so sad. I cried and said "I can't stay here". So, we were totally naughty and we called them from the truck and told them the snow was too bad and we couldn't get up the mountain. They were nice enough to cancel our reservation and we kept driving until we got to Branson. We laugh about it now, but it was a sad subject for a while. This picture was taken at Landry's in Branson. We were all grins despite the situation. I like to think we are still all grins. I love this man of mine and I am so glad he made me his bride 9 years ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I found the one whom my soul loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Song of Solomon 3:4 (our wedding verse&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-2693733193153429862?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/2693733193153429862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=2693733193153429862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/2693733193153429862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/2693733193153429862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/02/9-years-of-grins.html' title='9 Years Of Grins'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gMz9LBMGZNw/TzLqRNP4dII/AAAAAAAAFZA/zZo-fPNp0-A/s72-c/wedding%2B-%2Bin%2Bbrides%2Broom.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-2338459279458395825</id><published>2012-02-07T09:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T09:28:58.611-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Observations</title><content type='html'>I do most of my blogging from a McDonald's. I come here after I drop the kids off at Liberty for school on Tuesday. I park in the same parking spot, order the same thing, and sit at the same table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the only one with a routine here. There are four tables full of older men, drinking coffee and talking. They aren't longtime friends. Many of them don't know each other outside of this restaurant. But they laugh, and share stories like they've known each other forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite person here is the hostess. She talks to the women and flirts with the men. Once those men sit down they never have to get back up again, she refills their coffee for them, fetches them napkins and cleans up their messes. She smiles, and laughs with them and seems to love this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one man here that is sweet on her, he is always trying to steal a kiss from her. It makes me smile &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; he tries. There is always a policeman or 2 or 3 here also. They are friendly and likable, I'm proud they serve in my town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a man came in with a baggie of fruit and ordered a cup of coffee. I guess McDonald's doesn't mind what you bring in to eat. I'm going to stick with ordering a burrito and a coke in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Styrofoam&lt;/span&gt; cup. No need to upset the routine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a routine? What does it include?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-2338459279458395825?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/2338459279458395825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=2338459279458395825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/2338459279458395825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/2338459279458395825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/02/observations.html' title='Observations'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-576728640748697209</id><published>2012-02-06T09:14:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T19:56:51.003-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend recap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>A Chick and Cupcake Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8tsFXS9CzD8/TzBZCAWTulI/AAAAAAAAFXo/3Gw9GLUXPrs/s1600/henry%2Band%2Bme%2Bat%2Bchick%2B-%2B26%2Bmonths.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 335px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706158618866596434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8tsFXS9CzD8/TzBZCAWTulI/AAAAAAAAFXo/3Gw9GLUXPrs/s400/henry%2Band%2Bme%2Bat%2Bchick%2B-%2B26%2Bmonths.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday morning we went on a breakfast date to Chick with Piper and Amie. Henry could not have been any happier to have Piper, chicken and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hashbrowns&lt;/span&gt;. The playground was just the cherry on top. I love visiting with Amie and I do love some chicken, so we were both happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-trf2RDSx1q0/TzBZCG4b6VI/AAAAAAAAFX4/JPZKlv4YEhY/s1600/henry%2Band%2Bp%2Bon%2Bslide.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706158620620351826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-trf2RDSx1q0/TzBZCG4b6VI/AAAAAAAAFX4/JPZKlv4YEhY/s400/henry%2Band%2Bp%2Bon%2Bslide.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry loved watching Piper go up and down the slide. He only went up once and that is because I went up with him. That child is a mess! He just cheers for Piper from the safety of the ground. He loves her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0AMFPREySj0/TzBZ-5HNotI/AAAAAAAAFYA/6yfhpFmwxJ0/s1600/amie%2Bin%2Bplayground.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706159664896254674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0AMFPREySj0/TzBZ-5HNotI/AAAAAAAAFYA/6yfhpFmwxJ0/s400/amie%2Bin%2Bplayground.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amie had to go up and tend to the lovebirds once or twice. They are so much fun. I just love Piper and Henry...and Amie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we did church and lunch at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zaxby's&lt;/span&gt; as we always do. It is sort of funny that when we load Henry in the truck after church he always says "I want &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bies&lt;/span&gt;"(aka -French fries)...he knows. I will say that this Sunday I asked him what he learned about in Sunday School and he yelled with a grin "Jesus" Randall and I beamed all the way to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zaxby's&lt;/span&gt;. Nothing is finer than seeing your child light up in the name of Jesus. He then walked around the house all day Sunday saying "God is love". Sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon Randall's mother "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nonnie&lt;/span&gt;" came to see us for a few hours and play with Henry. After &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nonnie&lt;/span&gt; left we had our own little Super Bowl Party.   My boys loved the fattening spread I prepared. Here is what we ate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3m-jskeGMSA/TzBYQc5qSbI/AAAAAAAAFXc/SDIkOBi7npw/s1600/pizza%2Bdip.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706157767537609138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3m-jskeGMSA/TzBYQc5qSbI/AAAAAAAAFXc/SDIkOBi7npw/s400/pizza%2Bdip.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.closetcooking.com/2011/03/pizza-dip.html"&gt;link to the recipe for Pizza Dip&lt;/a&gt; - super sinful and yummy with garlic bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QEuMfFAc5n4/TzBXp6g6kmI/AAAAAAAAFXE/VMEfgxQRycY/s1600/bacon%2Blil%2Bsmokies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706157105471984226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QEuMfFAc5n4/TzBXp6g6kmI/AAAAAAAAFXE/VMEfgxQRycY/s400/bacon%2Blil%2Bsmokies.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the recipe for bacon wrapped &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; smokies - I got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; smokies, wrapped them in bacon, poured melted butter over them and sprinkled them with brown sugar. I let them cook for 45 minutes on 400. They were sinful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XINlHd-LWJ8/TzBXpNL1bCI/AAAAAAAAFW4/4QqQa7_qbLw/s1600/cupcakes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706157093303970850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XINlHd-LWJ8/TzBXpNL1bCI/AAAAAAAAFW4/4QqQa7_qbLw/s400/cupcakes.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;link &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Brownie-Batter--Cupcake--The-SECOND-BEST-Cupcake-Ever/Detail.aspx"&gt;to these fun Valentine cupcakes &lt;/a&gt;(i made them strawberry and with cream cheese icing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bt the way....Shaun has found a match from Friday and his grin could not have been any bigger at work today. I loved it and am praying it works out if it is God's will. So cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-576728640748697209?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/576728640748697209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=576728640748697209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/576728640748697209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/576728640748697209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/02/we-had-fun-weekend-with-no-agenda.html' title='A Chick and Cupcake Weekend'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8tsFXS9CzD8/TzBZCAWTulI/AAAAAAAAFXo/3Gw9GLUXPrs/s72-c/henry%2Band%2Bme%2Bat%2Bchick%2B-%2B26%2Bmonths.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-4163183428845916060</id><published>2012-02-02T09:00:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T09:37:23.732-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog hop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Meet Shaun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PfN2N_9qTl8/TytW0L9uX9I/AAAAAAAAFV8/GMzhuxvvNI0/s1600/shaun%2B-%2Bprofile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 266px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704748807559733202" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PfN2N_9qTl8/TytW0L9uX9I/AAAAAAAAFV8/GMzhuxvvNI0/s400/shaun%2B-%2Bprofile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;This is my single co-worker and church friend, Shaun. He and I have so much fun bantering back and forth. He takes what I dish out and scoops it right back up and hands it back to me. He is a keeper for that and many other reasons, which I will share on this post.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was kind enough to allow me to highlight him on Kelly’s &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Korner&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/"&gt;http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/&lt;/a&gt;for her singles link up. His last words to me about this were, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This better not be an embarrassment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;” I trust I will do my best to make it not be, but I make no promises! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; The first thing you need to know about Shaun is that he loves Jesus and the Boston Red &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt;. He asked Jesus into his heart at age 8 and is still seeking and serving him today at age 26. Shaun graduated from Arkansas State University with a degree in digital media and design. When he is not busy creating masterpieces for our customers he is hiking, watching the Red &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt;, playing basketball, horsing around at the lake or beach, and watching movies. He is full of life and loves to travel. His favorite place to visit is Boston, of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qGms0tKF_Wo/TytWz-7igKI/AAAAAAAAFVw/G2COP_31Ok4/s1600/shaun%2Bon%2Bmountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 279px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704748804060905634" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qGms0tKF_Wo/TytWz-7igKI/AAAAAAAAFVw/G2COP_31Ok4/s400/shaun%2Bon%2Bmountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of feel like this is a “want ad” in the personal section of the newspaper, and that is not my intention at all, nor his. He is a very respectable young man and would love to find a young lady who loves Jesus and adventure. I told him I was going to find him a woman and so I am trying all legal and non-real bad- embarrassing avenues to achieve my goal!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Shaun’s favorite passage is Psalm 13 and I think knowing this about him is a great glimpse into his heart:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;How long, LORD? Will you forget me forever?&lt;br /&gt;How long will you hide your face from me?&lt;br /&gt;How long must I wrestle with my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;and day after day have sorrow in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;How long will my enemy triumph over me? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt; Look on me and answer, LORD my God.&lt;br /&gt;Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death,&lt;br /&gt;and my enemy will say, “I have overcome him,”&lt;br /&gt;and my foes will rejoice when I fall.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" &gt;                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" &gt;                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;But I trust in your unfailing love;&lt;br /&gt;my heart rejoices in your salvation. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;                                                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will sing the LORD’s praise,&lt;br /&gt;for he has been good to me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qAzIEkjAu2A/Tyv_AclcizI/AAAAAAAAFWI/rpsBs6Arf24/s1600/shaun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qAzIEkjAu2A/Tyv_AclcizI/AAAAAAAAFWI/rpsBs6Arf24/s400/shaun.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704933736133200690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Shaun would be a fun guy to get to know. He is always up for adventure and a laugh. I trust he will make a great husband and father someday. I know he desires to be both. Comment here if you would like to know how to get in touch with Shaun. I would love nothing more than to see him find true love!&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Abby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-4163183428845916060?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/4163183428845916060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=4163183428845916060&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/4163183428845916060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/4163183428845916060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/02/meet-shaun.html' title='Meet Shaun'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PfN2N_9qTl8/TytW0L9uX9I/AAAAAAAAFV8/GMzhuxvvNI0/s72-c/shaun%2B-%2Bprofile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-3430709891104191535</id><published>2012-02-02T08:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T08:48:00.310-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stephen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Q2yFyDGqkw/Tyiy40gZZAI/AAAAAAAAFVM/uDUk7nyM1NI/s1600/100_2395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704005617301677058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Q2yFyDGqkw/Tyiy40gZZAI/AAAAAAAAFVM/uDUk7nyM1NI/s400/100_2395.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stephen has a job! Yay!! A prayer answered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hours are flexible and his boss is a good man. The job came about much like everything has the past few months, in God's great timing and with us in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will also be working at the BCM (Baptist Collegiate Ministry, used to be BSU) at a local college. It will be a great way to meet people and tell them about Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are excited about what God is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen's parents came last weekend. It was their first time here since we moved in. It was good for them to see us settled and happy. And the kids always have fun when they visit. we never take pictures though. I need a personal photographer. Amen?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your prayers. God is listening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-3430709891104191535?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/3430709891104191535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=3430709891104191535&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/3430709891104191535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/3430709891104191535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Q2yFyDGqkw/Tyiy40gZZAI/AAAAAAAAFVM/uDUk7nyM1NI/s72-c/100_2395.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-1376504683744312638</id><published>2012-02-01T06:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T16:27:13.794-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>Rewind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jhSSL4S3J20/Tyit9dQOE3I/AAAAAAAAFU0/XmwBmQmQRRA/s1600/100_3413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704000199401018226" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jhSSL4S3J20/Tyit9dQOE3I/AAAAAAAAFU0/XmwBmQmQRRA/s400/100_3413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I can see the fingerprints of God when I look at you. I can see the fingerprints of God, and I know it's true. You're a masterpiece that all creation quietly applauds and you're covered with the fingerprints of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Mqmofm7VlA/Tyit9L1qeGI/AAAAAAAAFUo/vH9VhaDQ1Yc/s1600/100_3469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704000194726230114" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Mqmofm7VlA/Tyit9L1qeGI/AAAAAAAAFUo/vH9VhaDQ1Yc/s400/100_3469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never has there been and never again will there be another you, fashioned by God's hand and perfectly planned to be just who you are, and what He's been creating since the first beat of your heart is a living, breathing priceless work of art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XHI57-qHGHI/TyitpzO6l6I/AAAAAAAAFUE/cVIUorF8QCk/s1600/100_2375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703999861703743394" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XHI57-qHGHI/TyitpzO6l6I/AAAAAAAAFUE/cVIUorF8QCk/s400/100_2375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just look at you you're a wonder in the making and God's not through in fact, He's just getting started!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M3RkZoWt4WU/TyivjG4FJrI/AAAAAAAAFVA/AJOhNebxeIU/s1600/100_2857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704001945740846770" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M3RkZoWt4WU/TyivjG4FJrI/AAAAAAAAFVA/AJOhNebxeIU/s400/100_2857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that song by SCC. He always has the best lyrics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found these pictures from Henry's first year of life tonight while getting some things off of my external hard drive. Such sweet memories of my little munchkin boy. What a blessing his life is. I pray he becomes a man of God who desires to be a hard-working, loving and devoted husband and father. I think it is never too early to pray this prayer for our boys. What a joy it is to pray for my child and watch him grow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                            &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-1376504683744312638?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/1376504683744312638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=1376504683744312638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/1376504683744312638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/1376504683744312638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/02/rewind.html' title='Rewind'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jhSSL4S3J20/Tyit9dQOE3I/AAAAAAAAFU0/XmwBmQmQRRA/s72-c/100_3413.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-3839665541399096537</id><published>2012-01-31T08:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T09:13:21.658-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samuel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><title type='text'>Go Eagles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nCY-eXbycVo/TygEb6wx5eI/AAAAAAAAFT4/I1KIghlhebY/s1600/sam%2Band%2Bdan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nCY-eXbycVo/TygEb6wx5eI/AAAAAAAAFT4/I1KIghlhebY/s400/sam%2Band%2Bdan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703813805741565410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Daniel to the far left with his arms up and Samuel has the ball)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tonight is the last basketball game of the season. Samuel and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Daniel&lt;/span&gt; started playing in October so its been a good long season of games. We've had a disappointing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;season&lt;/span&gt; but #12 and #32 have played hard with good attitudes and character. I couldn't ask for anything more. Well, more wins would have been nice, but oh well! I'll settle for good attitudes. Stephen helped coach the team and received a technical in one game. The head coach was thrilled it wasn't him getting it and I was appalled that Stephen would get one! You just never know what kind of day the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;referee&lt;/span&gt; has had before he comes to call your game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys have made some good friends and so have I because of basketball. It has been a good season and tonight we will celebrate with the team at a local pizza place. I'm hoping for some baked potato pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Julie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-3839665541399096537?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/3839665541399096537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=3839665541399096537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/3839665541399096537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/3839665541399096537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/01/go-eagles.html' title='Go Eagles!'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nCY-eXbycVo/TygEb6wx5eI/AAAAAAAAFT4/I1KIghlhebY/s72-c/sam%2Band%2Bdan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-389328237892160447</id><published>2012-01-28T07:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T07:00:01.832-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crossfit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><title type='text'>Crossfit Confessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UVk4Qguj5Ro/TyBsot9OxwI/AAAAAAAAFTY/baq_rmuvdPk/s1600/crossfit%2B-%2Bbeats%2Bme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 224px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701676575038031618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UVk4Qguj5Ro/TyBsot9OxwI/AAAAAAAAFTY/baq_rmuvdPk/s400/crossfit%2B-%2Bbeats%2Bme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you heard of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crossfit&lt;/span&gt;? It is growing in popularity. I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crossfit&lt;/span&gt;...or attempting to be anyway. I have been going since November. I won a door prize at an event I attended and it was a free month at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crossfit&lt;/span&gt;. I tried it and got hooked. I am seeing results, but not on the scale yet. My arms have muscles that they have never had before and my rear end is slowly fading away, so that keeps me motivated. I am waiting for the rest of my body to change. I hope with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/B8PMJrrOp_U" frameborder="0" width="560" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little video gives you an idea of what a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crossfit&lt;/span&gt; workout is like. It is intense and exhilarating. I am addicted to it. I never thought I would be addicted to exercising, but I think I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ApbK7AebrA/TyBsotyfhUI/AAAAAAAAFTQ/qG8Axskmu6o/s1600/crossfit%2B-%2Bgirls%2Bare%2Bmade%2Bof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701676574992991554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ApbK7AebrA/TyBsotyfhUI/AAAAAAAAFTQ/qG8Axskmu6o/s400/crossfit%2B-%2Bgirls%2Bare%2Bmade%2Bof.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I get up most mornings at 4:45 and start my day with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crossfit&lt;/span&gt; Carl. On the mornings Randall is out of town I have to go at lunch. The lunch workouts kick my booty a lot harder because the instructor is a lot different than &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crossfit&lt;/span&gt; Carl, and it is at lunch and my body performs differently. I enjoy them both in their own way. It is a love/ hate relationship though, no doubt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crossfitters&lt;/span&gt; are a fun group. No one is competing against each other and everyone supports each other. I don't really socialize with anyone outside of the gym, but the atmosphere of the group is like a little family. It is like nothing I have had before in a workout situation, and I have tried everything under the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning my diet determines my outcome. It is hard to give up my caffeine and sugary treats, but I am slowly modifying my food choices so I can see more results from my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WODs&lt;/span&gt;(Workout Of The Day - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crossfit&lt;/span&gt; lingo). I work too hard getting up at 4:45 or sweating through my lunch hour to not see the results I want to see, so it is lean meats, veggies, a little fruit, a wee little sugar and a wee little starch for me most days. I do eat treats and drink my Diet Coke from Sonic, just in moderation. It is tough though, but so worth it. Being healthy is my goal, it is not to be skinny. I am 33, married and a mama, I don't care if I get whistled at. I am on blood pressure medicine and I would love to get off of it, or say I did all I could to get off of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RIGuBzT4pqw/TyBsoT7vBEI/AAAAAAAAFTI/VJHGp8olBgA/s1600/crossfit%2B-%2Bi%2527m%2Ba%2Bman%2Bnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701676568052433986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RIGuBzT4pqw/TyBsoT7vBEI/AAAAAAAAFTI/VJHGp8olBgA/s400/crossfit%2B-%2Bi%2527m%2Ba%2Bman%2Bnow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this image because I often text Mama after my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WOD&lt;/span&gt; and report my success. I love her comments back to me. She thinks I am Popeye and wants me to video tape my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WOD&lt;/span&gt; for her to see. I love that!&lt;br /&gt;My hands always have a callus. I had lifting gloves but they disappeared...I should really go buy more. I have fallen on my face, hit myself in the face with barbells and weighted balls, tripped over my own body and sprained my hand but kept on going with tears streaming down my face from pain, and I still wet my pants every time we jump rope. I feel like a man...but they don't wet their pants when they jump because they don't birth babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a joke at work and at home for them to say "well you can pick that up, move that, or do it because you are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crossfit&lt;/span&gt;!" So true, so true. Every morning I demonstrate my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WOD&lt;/span&gt; to Randall when I return home as he lies in the bed and my coworkers get the demonstration as we start our work day. It is good times for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you are looking for a place to build confidence and lean muscle mass, find a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crossfit&lt;/span&gt; gym in your area. It is not the cheapest thing you can do, but it is worth the investment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-389328237892160447?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/389328237892160447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=389328237892160447&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/389328237892160447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/389328237892160447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/01/crossfit-confessions.html' title='Crossfit Confessions'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UVk4Qguj5Ro/TyBsot9OxwI/AAAAAAAAFTY/baq_rmuvdPk/s72-c/crossfit%2B-%2Bbeats%2Bme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-2944839367519882641</id><published>2012-01-27T07:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T07:00:12.857-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>A Little Morning "Cheese"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kF2bR4HuNHQ/TyA56am8REI/AAAAAAAAFS8/Np6KBn2vFxs/s1600/henry%2Bv%2Bday%2B1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kF2bR4HuNHQ/TyA56am8REI/AAAAAAAAFS8/Np6KBn2vFxs/s400/henry%2Bv%2Bday%2B1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701620803988898882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We attempted a little photo session before school one morning this week. It was for Henry's Valentine's Day card. He loves to say "cheese" but sitting still is not his best thing. He has so much to do and see. He has never been 2 before...it is a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VdzzhbBXkY4/TyA5t8jZSWI/AAAAAAAAFSs/tSul2IA8HBo/s1600/Henry%2Bvday%2B3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VdzzhbBXkY4/TyA5t8jZSWI/AAAAAAAAFSs/tSul2IA8HBo/s400/Henry%2Bvday%2B3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701620589762529634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He makes me laugh. Always smiling and saying "cheese" but not looking at the camera. I practically stand on my head, bark, moo, sing, etc to get his attention but he just laughs and looks all around. There is so much to explore and see when you are 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFwbPHUI-fE/TyA5tvcj_WI/AAAAAAAAFSk/9LJH9Jr-4ZQ/s1600/henry%2Bvday%2B2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFwbPHUI-fE/TyA5tvcj_WI/AAAAAAAAFSk/9LJH9Jr-4ZQ/s400/henry%2Bvday%2B2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701620586244210018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is going to be a heavily sought after Valentine, don't you agree? The girls in Toddler 2 may do some hair pulling over this boy on Feb 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; (I am such a modest mother). We can't wait to share his card with you on that day. I am doing a super fun theme for him this year. Last year it was airplanes and this year may top it. Oh, what fun it is to be the mama of such a fine boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-2944839367519882641?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/2944839367519882641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=2944839367519882641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/2944839367519882641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/2944839367519882641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-morning-cheese.html' title='A Little Morning &quot;Cheese&quot;'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kF2bR4HuNHQ/TyA56am8REI/AAAAAAAAFS8/Np6KBn2vFxs/s72-c/henry%2Bv%2Bday%2B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-5788965745429348266</id><published>2012-01-26T06:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:20:07.986-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>Lunch Ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoTh5cL3TKM/TyIJw35NCTI/AAAAAAAAFTs/OROBTgcdxV0/s1600/julie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 269px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702130813446719794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoTh5cL3TKM/TyIJw35NCTI/AAAAAAAAFTs/OROBTgcdxV0/s400/julie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This are my Pine Bluff girls. Well, minus one that left us when she moved to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jonesboro&lt;/span&gt;. But since she is allowing us to live in her house I have forgiven her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachel, the one in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ridgway&lt;/span&gt; t-shirt is moving away from us, also going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jonesboro&lt;/span&gt;,  so this was our good-bye lunch. No tears were shed, but oh my goodness  the laughter that was heard! We had such a great time together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We  are all pastor's wives and mothers. We love that our husbands are in  ministry in local churches, it is what brought us together. But our love  for each other is what keeps us friends. These women have been by my  side, literally, over the last couple of months. It is a joy to know  them and to call them friend!&lt;/div&gt;And on a side note, if your pastor has a wife hug her neck the next time you see her. She'll love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Julie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-5788965745429348266?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/5788965745429348266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=5788965745429348266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/5788965745429348266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/5788965745429348266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/01/lunch-ladies_26.html' title='Lunch Ladies'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoTh5cL3TKM/TyIJw35NCTI/AAAAAAAAFTs/OROBTgcdxV0/s72-c/julie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-5285608840603696768</id><published>2012-01-25T07:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T08:47:53.355-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funtimes'/><title type='text'>Craft Crazy</title><content type='html'>I have so many fun ideas in my head but very few make it to fruition these days with being a working mother of a toddler and wife to a husband who travels. I love my many blessings, so don't think I am complaining...just being for reals here...a girl can't do it all, all the time! So, this past weekend I decided we were going to create and that we did! It was a crazy, fun time. It felt so good to get it out of my head and see the ideas come to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3bC2Va0ulJo/Tx9zTbfM2-I/AAAAAAAAFRo/b4TvUHBz2pg/s1600/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 211px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701402430907669474" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3bC2Va0ulJo/Tx9zTbfM2-I/AAAAAAAAFRo/b4TvUHBz2pg/s400/DSC00184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am loving Pinterest. I am getting all sorts of handprint/footprint ideas for H. I decided to do a handprint or footprint each month this year and make a calendar of them next year. So, we made this footprint into a snowman and we went ahead and did a Valentine hand craft. It is suppose to make a heart in between, but with a squirmy 2 year old, we are just happy to get the idea of a heart. We also made some fun thumbprint cards for some special Valentine's. Henry loves to do crafts. They do them at school all the time so he is a pro with the hand and foot painting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oMjqDReAg-g/Tx9zS9dja5I/AAAAAAAAFRc/eq5sfsm-N9U/s1600/DSC00191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 326px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701402422847695762" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oMjqDReAg-g/Tx9zS9dja5I/AAAAAAAAFRc/eq5sfsm-N9U/s400/DSC00191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday night I went up to the office/craft room and did Cricut crafts until I could do no more. It was so much fun. I was up there all alone with my Pandora stations playing. It was fabulous fun. Randall was in his garage putting a new part on his 4-wheeler and watching ESPN, so we were both in our element and happy chickens. Anyway, I made these cute "Soapin you'll be my Valentine" for some special teachers. It was a fun craft and cheap to boot...score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--XDUzlP6brU/Tx9zSrf_dFI/AAAAAAAAFRQ/galOdnG2Fdc/s1600/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 165px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701402418026083410" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--XDUzlP6brU/Tx9zSrf_dFI/AAAAAAAAFRQ/galOdnG2Fdc/s400/DSC00189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is when I knew it was time to close up shop and go to bed. I decaled Henry's tub. This picture is not stellar.It is straighter than it appears in this photo. It is actually pretty cute in person. I also decaled Randall's door in his garage "Howdy" in silver vinyl. He encouraged me to go to bed at that point! I love my Cricut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rIqP7vdij0o/TyAOVDTuNYI/AAAAAAAAFR0/VxZhxduEPcw/s1600/henry%2Bin%2Btub%2B-%2B25%2Bmonths.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rIqP7vdij0o/TyAOVDTuNYI/AAAAAAAAFR0/VxZhxduEPcw/s400/henry%2Bin%2Btub%2B-%2B25%2Bmonths.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701572883079116162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry loves his tub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rkCWckLdMuU/Tx9zScH52OI/AAAAAAAAFRE/Y4KvWfBMJoY/s1600/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 313px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701402413898520802" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rkCWckLdMuU/Tx9zScH52OI/AAAAAAAAFRE/Y4KvWfBMJoY/s400/DSC00192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purchased an iron on design for H on Etsy last week to put on a shirt. I then realized I could possibly make some of them on my own, so I did. My pal at work showed me some easy steps and I made this houndstooth H. I made one for Melissa's little Luke just like this one. It is so fun. I know it will not wear/wash much more than 5 or 6 times, but it cost me nothing but the iron on paper. I love dressing my boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gyiFxBiLgpU/Tx9zSCyjfMI/AAAAAAAAFQ4/8UDGg5ogfn4/s1600/DSC00186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 304px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701402407098088642" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gyiFxBiLgpU/Tx9zSCyjfMI/AAAAAAAAFQ4/8UDGg5ogfn4/s400/DSC00186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is my big project right now. My kitchen is in remodel mode. Randall painted over the orange walls with gray. It is quite a change, but one I am excited about. We have wanted a gray room for a couple of years but have had no luck with finding a room for it to work in until now. We are keeping our black cabinets and adding this fabric in the kitchen in several places. I am excited to simplify the kitchen a little bit. It had gotten so busy and loud. The gray has made it much lighter. I will post pictures when we finish. We are waiting on our new fridge to arrive and deciding on an oven....which may take forever if it is anything like the fridge. We have been using the fridge in the garage since before Christmas, trying to decide on a new one for the kitchen (ours went out in early December). I have not yet complained about it but there are many nights I want to when I walk out in the cold to get my grub! It will be beautiful when it is finished, I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what fun winter projects have you been working on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-5285608840603696768?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/5285608840603696768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=5285608840603696768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/5285608840603696768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/5285608840603696768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/01/craft-crazy.html' title='Craft Crazy'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3bC2Va0ulJo/Tx9zTbfM2-I/AAAAAAAAFRo/b4TvUHBz2pg/s72-c/DSC00184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-4648176817029310912</id><published>2012-01-24T03:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T03:29:00.023-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samuel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>An Unexpected Visitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0sRyRzikZQo/Tx4XWit8jxI/AAAAAAAAFQQ/pzsFZLEHFZU/s1600/sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 230px; height: 310px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701019854341705490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0sRyRzikZQo/Tx4XWit8jxI/AAAAAAAAFQQ/pzsFZLEHFZU/s400/sam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last Thursday while Samuel was home alone, an intruder came in our house. Samuel heard the door, and thought it was Stephen but realized it wasn't. He went &amp;amp; got a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gun and while on his way back to the kitchen, where the guy was, Samuel made a noise and the intruder fled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel watched him run out our backyard and across the ditch that runs along it. While he was in the backyard, I dropped Daniel off and left again to finish running errands. (Yes, I'll win the mother of the year award!) They both went to the ditch and looked for the guy and found a cup and saucer from my Christmas china lying carefully on the ground. Apparently, the guy decided he didn't need them &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home with David &amp;amp; Anna, saw my china sitting on the counter and began yelling for Samuel. I couldn't believe he would eat &amp;amp; drink off my china and just leave it sitting around. Well, they never answered. While I was still yelling for them Samuel called from a neighbors house and told me the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt, the neighbor, brought them home and we called 911 and filed a report with an officer. I was so proud of Samuel for his bravery and his strength. He said he was scared but when I first saw him I just saw a brave young man. He was able to keep an attitude of strength which kept Daniel from being scared or breaking down in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what God has planned for our family. I don't know His plans for our church. I do know that He protected my son Thursday afternoon. I'm not a student of spiritual warfare, but I believe there was a battle fought in my home that afternoon and God won it handily. I totally thought that I would be sitting in the living room watching TV all night that night with one or all 4 of the kids because they wouldn't be able to sleep. But they all slept just fine, no bad dreams, no fear. I believe God is going to do great things and He is going to allow us to be a part of them. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope that His plan doesn't include anymore intruders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-4648176817029310912?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/4648176817029310912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=4648176817029310912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/4648176817029310912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/4648176817029310912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/01/unexpected-visitor.html' title='An Unexpected Visitor'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0sRyRzikZQo/Tx4XWit8jxI/AAAAAAAAFQQ/pzsFZLEHFZU/s72-c/sam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-1592664915067417668</id><published>2012-01-19T07:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T07:55:07.409-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><title type='text'>Featured Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OydKVkeByrE/Txgfbuw8QjI/AAAAAAAAFQE/R3MKmije4Jk/s1600/joy%2Bpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 328px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699339889707598386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OydKVkeByrE/Txgfbuw8QjI/AAAAAAAAFQE/R3MKmije4Jk/s400/joy%2Bpic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ordinaryfamilies.wordpress.com/2012/01/19/lee3/"&gt;http://ordinaryfamilies.wordpress.com/2012/01/19/lee3/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a link to the blog our preschool ministry has just started. Its purpose is to introduce several families in our church as an encouragement to others in their walk with the Lord. We are the first family to be featured. It thrills my heart to serve in this church and have them serve us the way they do. If you do not have a church family, I encourage you to find one. If you live in our neck of the woods we would love to have you come to NBC with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-1592664915067417668?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/1592664915067417668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=1592664915067417668&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/1592664915067417668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/1592664915067417668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/01/featured-family.html' title='Featured Family'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OydKVkeByrE/Txgfbuw8QjI/AAAAAAAAFQE/R3MKmije4Jk/s72-c/joy%2Bpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-3959228109735429144</id><published>2012-01-18T13:08:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:42:05.501-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Land of the Sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bathtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>Baths, Bugs and Bubbles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AdbiInEvi8c/TxcbhZAkMwI/AAAAAAAAFP4/Snu3YjQ9jqg/s1600/henry%2Blaughing%2Bin%2Bbath%2Bwith%2Bduck%2B-%2B25%2Bmonths.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699054113923543810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AdbiInEvi8c/TxcbhZAkMwI/AAAAAAAAFP4/Snu3YjQ9jqg/s400/henry%2Blaughing%2Bin%2Bbath%2Bwith%2Bduck%2B-%2B25%2Bmonths.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry loves a bath. He goes bonkers when he hears "bath" so we have to spell it when talking about it unless it is time. He will sprint to the back of the house when he hears "bath" while laughing, squealing and yelling "Baftub...I want baftub!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever told you how much I love this little fella?! I love this baby boy to pieces. He can be so ornery at times and push all my mama buttons, but I love him for it. These past few days it has been just the two of us. His Daddy went on a hunting trip and I was home with a stomach bug. Julie's dynamic duo shared the germ with ole Aunt Abby. Thanks, guys! Henry was so sweet and cooperative with his sick little mama. He has not gotten sick and I am so thankful.... and still crossing my fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was sweet to sit still with me while I felt so bad. At one point he looked at me, patted me on the arm and said, "Mama a good boy!"and leaned in and kissed my cheek. Melt.my.heart! I don't care how bad I feel, he can always make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-99bc26828aa1306e" 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://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D99bc26828aa1306e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331400039%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D36E1C290F25A086433055307B9A92F3CF211C564.36A8F47CDEBC488F09257BCA47143CD7CA9E3DD1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D99bc26828aa1306e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DD4k41LWwUzvCEHzrda-N-HiFuNU&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://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D99bc26828aa1306e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331400039%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D36E1C290F25A086433055307B9A92F3CF211C564.36A8F47CDEBC488F09257BCA47143CD7CA9E3DD1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D99bc26828aa1306e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DD4k41LWwUzvCEHzrda-N-HiFuNU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this video looking for a more recent one the other night. I almost cried looking at how little he was. I thought he was so big then. This was on the first day of Spring last year. I know I sound like a broken record, but I LOVE THIS CHILD OF MINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-3959228109735429144?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/3959228109735429144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=3959228109735429144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/3959228109735429144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/3959228109735429144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/01/baths-bugs-and-bubbles.html' title='Baths, Bugs and Bubbles'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AdbiInEvi8c/TxcbhZAkMwI/AAAAAAAAFP4/Snu3YjQ9jqg/s72-c/henry%2Blaughing%2Bin%2Bbath%2Bwith%2Bduck%2B-%2B25%2Bmonths.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-5280132019110232497</id><published>2012-01-16T20:19:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T22:42:00.203-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunthood is Bliss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funtimes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>A Glimpse of Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3NdQxf7770A/TxTfj_sPMQI/AAAAAAAAFPs/6ZP2L8YzYIA/s1600/Henry%2Bin%2Bcar%2Bseat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 399px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698425238015914242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3NdQxf7770A/TxTfj_sPMQI/AAAAAAAAFPs/6ZP2L8YzYIA/s400/Henry%2Bin%2Bcar%2Bseat.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry was all smiles when I picked him up early on Friday from school and told him we were going to see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Juju&lt;/span&gt; and the gang. He had his Gigi, juice and his DVD player playing. He was set and ready! His little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;squinty&lt;/span&gt; smile is funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--UsW1Mb1OhA/TxTcRr3Xp7I/AAAAAAAAFM0/JearamhjehI/s1600/anna%2Band%2Bhen%2Bin%2Bhats.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 284px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698421624921368498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--UsW1Mb1OhA/TxTcRr3Xp7I/AAAAAAAAFM0/JearamhjehI/s400/anna%2Band%2Bhen%2Bin%2Bhats.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We traveled to Stuttgart on our way to Pine Bluff to see Samuel and Daniel play basketball. Henry had never been to a basketball game. He ran right onto the court and after the ball. Anna caught him for me. She is such a good little helper. I wish I had her all the time! Aren't they cute in their raccoon and beaver hats?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9p8nHo5c0PE/TxTcR--i2fI/AAAAAAAAFNE/4jJmNqFhPeM/s1600/sam%2Band%2Bdan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 223px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698421630051736050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9p8nHo5c0PE/TxTcR--i2fI/AAAAAAAAFNE/4jJmNqFhPeM/s400/sam%2Band%2Bdan.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel is on the far left and Samuel has the ball. I loved that they were both on the court at the same time. They are in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; group that plays other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; groups and small private schools. It was fun to watch them play, cheer for them and hopefully not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrass&lt;/span&gt; them. They are at that age and I forget sometimes. They are all still Henry's size in my aunt heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-15Qo3CUC4qU/TxTcSVKvEkI/AAAAAAAAFNQ/i1jsa21qweA/s1600/dave%2Basleep.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698421636008448578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-15Qo3CUC4qU/TxTcSVKvEkI/AAAAAAAAFNQ/i1jsa21qweA/s400/dave%2Basleep.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little love went to a lock-in with a local church instead of going to the game. He came home early on Saturday morning and crashed on the couch. I love that his gun is still attached to him. He stayed up all night. David was so proud of himself. It was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5inW-iBBgyQ/TxTdEDVib8I/AAAAAAAAFOA/SajVV7wUEV8/s1600/hen%2Bwith%2Btwins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698422490215378882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5inW-iBBgyQ/TxTdEDVib8I/AAAAAAAAFOA/SajVV7wUEV8/s400/hen%2Bwith%2Btwins.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a little sleep the boys ventured outside to play. I love that Julie's kids play outside and explore. Henry loves it too as you can see. The D's are kind to let him mess up all their stuff. Henry is spoiled rotten by everyone pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8KEvgHZfsJc/TxTdDBhtEEI/AAAAAAAAFNc/LRdr521VpUI/s1600/dancing%2Bqueens.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698422472549666882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8KEvgHZfsJc/TxTdDBhtEEI/AAAAAAAAFNc/LRdr521VpUI/s400/dancing%2Bqueens.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dance Party at the preacher's house...hey! Just because we are Baptist does not mean we cannot bust a move. We S sisters have rhythm but I must say Julie has way more than me. That preacher's wife can move! We have fun, no matter what or where we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9njuCmPB5Ok/TxTdDmXg0II/AAAAAAAAFN4/jQVVn7zM2fM/s1600/juju%2Band%2Bhen%2Bdance.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 306px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698422482439032962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9njuCmPB5Ok/TxTdDmXg0II/AAAAAAAAFN4/jQVVn7zM2fM/s400/juju%2Band%2Bhen%2Bdance.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Juju&lt;/span&gt; kept busting the moves. Henry loved it. He loves to dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2DoA1GvcPIA/TxTdDf587QI/AAAAAAAAFNo/gOryB-ADf30/s1600/art%2Bproject.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698422480704433410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2DoA1GvcPIA/TxTdDf587QI/AAAAAAAAFNo/gOryB-ADf30/s400/art%2Bproject.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am the only aunt so I can torture them with crafts and without fear of being on the "bad aunt" list. We did a paint craft and they moaned and even went into hiding. It really wasn't all that bad. Henry was the only one excited about it. He saw this picture on my computer screen and said "paint hand" and smiled. He loved it. So sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Yi_QX1OoS0/TxTdoCaAzVI/AAAAAAAAFOM/ReUr2V3sclk/s1600/pic%2Bon%2Banna%2527s%2Bdesk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698423108441001298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Yi_QX1OoS0/TxTdoCaAzVI/AAAAAAAAFOM/ReUr2V3sclk/s400/pic%2Bon%2Banna%2527s%2Bdesk.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went into their office/classroom and this is what Anna's school desk looks like. My picture is in the center of her desk where she can do her assignments and see me. I then found another photo in her room. She loves me! I love that about her. She is my best girl, that is for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9_d382PFqrg/TxTeSBE64iI/AAAAAAAAFOk/1Hz3DUaxQf8/s1600/house.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698423829638603298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9_d382PFqrg/TxTeSBE64iI/AAAAAAAAFOk/1Hz3DUaxQf8/s400/house.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the house. Julie wanted me to take a photo of it for you to see. God has provided above what anyone could ever think or ask for in this situation. We pray that the house sells in God's perfect timing for the owners and for Julie and Stephen as they look for a home of their own. God knows far more than we do and for now it is home and a huge blessing for them. It was so important for me to see where they lived. I am so glad I went and spent the weekend with them in this place and at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7lTK3FVsRqM/TxTeRwLdDlI/AAAAAAAAFOY/2tJI7bBUdXM/s1600/anna%2Band%2Bhen%2Bin%2Byard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698423825102605906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7lTK3FVsRqM/TxTeRwLdDlI/AAAAAAAAFOY/2tJI7bBUdXM/s400/anna%2Band%2Bhen%2Bin%2Byard.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The yard is beautiful. It was a great day to be outside. They have always been able to play outside in a big yard. God was great to provide that for them in this transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dq-9Zlx09-A/TxTeS0ySBYI/AAAAAAAAFO4/w5benKtjing/s1600/fab%2B5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 318px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698423843519071618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dq-9Zlx09-A/TxTeS0ySBYI/AAAAAAAAFO4/w5benKtjing/s400/fab%2B5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Sunday we headed to church together. Stephen was the guest preacher at a church that they had never visited before. It was a beautiful church and the people were so kind. I know several of you have mentioned being so worried about the children. I must say that these children are so strong and trust God's direction for their family. It was so evident as I watched all 4 of them stand in the pew and sing their hearts out to God Sunday morning. What a gift it is to be an aunt to these exceptional children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c3bxo-Z7vd0/TxTeS0EhgsI/AAAAAAAAFPM/ESZcbxA5JF4/s1600/hen%2Bin%2Bpew.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 230px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698423843327148738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c3bxo-Z7vd0/TxTeS0EhgsI/AAAAAAAAFPM/ESZcbxA5JF4/s400/hen%2Bin%2Bpew.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little mister sat right there in that pew the entire service. Yes, he did! He loved being next to Samuel and watching "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bruder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steben&lt;/span&gt;" up front. He played with all of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Juju's&lt;/span&gt; gift cards in her purse. She had tons. Most had 62 cents on them, but she had lots, none the less. His favorite was the Victoria's Secret card and he tried to give it to the old lady in front of us several times. Samuel and I both almost died a few small deaths over that! He ate all his yogurt melts and Nutter Butter bites and drank all his juice. He wanted to sing and sing and sing. It was a miracle he stayed in the pew. I knew he would not stay in their nursery. He still cries at ours and those are his people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSFyXUHdfo8/TxTe0L9T02I/AAAAAAAAFPU/KOAyscKIEu8/s1600/running%2Bin%2Bchurch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 298px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698424416675025762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BSFyXUHdfo8/TxTe0L9T02I/AAAAAAAAFPU/KOAyscKIEu8/s400/running%2Bin%2Bchurch.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After helping "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bruder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steben&lt;/span&gt;" with the invitation prayer...(Henry said "God is great, God is good, let us thank him for our food. Be Quiet. AMEN!" while Stephen was praying) he was ready to run, so we let him. He loved running up and down the aisle. There are photos of Julie and me doing this when we were little. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KfnMOgUmvno/TxTeSQ-0sFI/AAAAAAAAFOw/k3UyfwRic4M/s1600/reading.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 264px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698423833907998802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KfnMOgUmvno/TxTeSQ-0sFI/AAAAAAAAFOw/k3UyfwRic4M/s400/reading.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a wonderful weekend loving on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Juju&lt;/span&gt; and the gang. She needed me to see her in this place at this time. I needed to see it too. She truly is wrapped up in the arms of Jesus. It is obvious after witnessing it in person. Don't stop praying for my sister, please! Pray hard and often for a home that she can call her own and for Stephen to find a job. He will have to work while he starts the new church. God is good in providing all their other needs, i know he is working on a great plan for these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Julie has always claimed "Count it all joy as  you face trials of many kinds.." as her verse. I must say she is living it out right now. I love you Sister! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-5280132019110232497?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/5280132019110232497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=5280132019110232497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/5280132019110232497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/5280132019110232497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/01/glimpse-of-joy.html' title='A Glimpse of Joy'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3NdQxf7770A/TxTfj_sPMQI/AAAAAAAAFPs/6ZP2L8YzYIA/s72-c/Henry%2Bin%2Bcar%2Bseat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-6403981903987706459</id><published>2012-01-13T13:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T14:31:57.220-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunthood is Bliss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Rolling In The Delta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L3uXT35lM7A/TxCSHlBIK4I/AAAAAAAAFMg/hbfwFtFgzZg/s1600/fab%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L3uXT35lM7A/TxCSHlBIK4I/AAAAAAAAFMg/hbfwFtFgzZg/s400/fab%2B4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697214187517258626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I get to spend the weekend with this silly bunch. Julie told me this weekend better meet her expectations! From the high side of the delta (or as us natives like to call it..."the dirty") to the low side, we will roll on down and see them. Pine Bluff better watch out, Henry and Aunt Abby are rolling in for the weekend! I thank God for my precious family and the joy we get over seeing one another. Nothing in this life is more precious than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. I am taking a little break from Food Friday for a while. I hope you don't mind :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-6403981903987706459?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/6403981903987706459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=6403981903987706459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/6403981903987706459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/6403981903987706459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/01/rolling-in-delta.html' title='Rolling In The Delta'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L3uXT35lM7A/TxCSHlBIK4I/AAAAAAAAFMg/hbfwFtFgzZg/s72-c/fab%2B4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-7356746341383862747</id><published>2012-01-12T02:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T02:37:02.099-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beavers Happenings'/><title type='text'>Little Big Town</title><content type='html'>I have lived in small town for most of my married life. I have only lived in a town with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; in it for a total of 19 months. I've been married for 18 years!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've loved living in small towns. I enjoy the closeness of the community, knowing what people drive and waving when we pass on the road. I like the small-town feel. I like being able to see the stars at night from my backyard. I love not having to lock the doors of my house or car. I have loved small town living. I have embraced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let me tell you about living in a bigger town. I LOVE IT EVEN MORE!!! I never thought I wanted to live in a bigger town. 2700 people was big enough for me. But, I don't know if I can go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can run &amp;amp; get Anna tights before church on Sunday (something I couldn't do in my small town), I can get free &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wifi&lt;/span&gt; at my local McDonald's. I like the traffic. I like the bigger town feel of the community. I even enjoy my security system and hearing my van honk when I lock it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are loving it. They have a large number of friends that they are running around with and having a great time. There are air-soft battles, video game battles, and basketball games. Anna is playing school, dolls and running around with the boys. They are enjoying &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Awana&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; nights. This weekend David and Daniel have an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Awana&lt;/span&gt; lock-in they are looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bemoaned my situation on here quite a few times. I wanted to let you know that my kids are doing good. Sure, we have moments of "total despair", but they are quickly followed by moments of happiness and delight. Stephen and I are doing well also. We are making progress, making friends and making great memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your prayers. This is not permission to stop praying, but an update on how your prayers are being answered. God is so good. Even when we cry and feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;desperate&lt;/span&gt; and broken, He is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;br /&gt;ps Stephen went to school with one of the guys in the group Little Big Town. It's one of our only real claims-to-fame. I wonder if he would remember us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-7356746341383862747?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/7356746341383862747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=7356746341383862747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/7356746341383862747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/7356746341383862747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-big-town.html' title='Little Big Town'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-1421785276506863589</id><published>2012-01-10T09:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T09:51:44.958-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Academy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch fun'/><title type='text'>School days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-oqR0eH4O8/TwxeaY_pz9I/AAAAAAAAFMU/gcandl_ONaM/s1600/aluminum-foil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-oqR0eH4O8/TwxeaY_pz9I/AAAAAAAAFMU/gcandl_ONaM/s400/aluminum-foil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696031436195876818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School Days, School Days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids went to school today. Not "real" school, as we call public school, but a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; academy that meets on Tuesdays. Everyone was excited, and everyone was a bit apprehensive about going this morning. They all looked so cute. I wish I had taken a picture. I just don't even think in pictures anymore! Shameful I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early this morning fixed breakfast and made lunches for the three in our family that don't care for spaghetti, which is what was being served for lunch at school. Sadly, I didn't think ahead about lunches and was out of bread and zippy bags. So, I made peanut butter crackers and wrapped them in foil. Poor things, they don't even know to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel is taking Geography, Civil War History, Music, and Drama. David and Daniel are taking Music, Science, Art, Cooking, and English. Anna is taking Music, Art, Cooking, Thinking Skills, and Grammar/Reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they love it. I hope I love it. I also hope to be able to teach something at the Academy next year. After all, it is what I do. I'm praying about what I can do for the Academy and the children and also for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; have a great day today. It's cloudy and cold here, but I'm looking forward to a day that I can do anything I want. I just wish I could figure out what is at the top of that list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-1421785276506863589?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/1421785276506863589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=1421785276506863589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/1421785276506863589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/1421785276506863589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/01/school-days.html' title='School days'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v-oqR0eH4O8/TwxeaY_pz9I/AAAAAAAAFMU/gcandl_ONaM/s72-c/aluminum-foil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-6072657447252338399</id><published>2012-01-09T13:50:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T14:22:36.024-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>Toddler Times</title><content type='html'>Henry is 25 months old. Sometimes I sit and start to panic that I am going to regret not writing it all down. This weekend was one of those weekends. I just sat down and started typing. I feel better now. I know I will never be able to record it all. I have so much bottled up in my heart that will stay there forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zkfppNF0Mug/TwtJUC9_iNI/AAAAAAAAFL8/VeZe6MFJ_Tg/s1600/henry%2B-%2B25%2Bmonths.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 379px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zkfppNF0Mug/TwtJUC9_iNI/AAAAAAAAFL8/VeZe6MFJ_Tg/s400/henry%2B-%2B25%2Bmonths.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695726762483222738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry, you are 25 months old:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have learned that you have an opinion and you share it. It is adorable and annoying! You love to say “NO WAY” and “NO WAY JOSE!” You sometimes laugh when you say it…which makes it adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your “monkey” like crazy. You still like both the blue/white &amp;amp; blue/green one . You love to rub the silky part. When we were at Marmie’s for Christmas Daddy had run an errand in the truck and your “monkey” was with him. Marmie gave you a green silk nightgown and you were happy. Silly, sleepy  boy and crafty, smart grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love trucks, trains, tractors, buses, combines, and bicycles…anything that goes, basically. You love pushing your trucks, tractors and buses around the house. The books you have that deal with trucks, tractors and trains are your favorite ones to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to read! I hope you stay this way forever. Sitting in your book corner is a favorite past time of yours and ours. You sometimes read to yourself and it makes me smile. Each book is exciting to you and you like to come and share them with us. At night when you go to bed I spend more time picking up books than anything else. I love that, even if I groan about it…I really think it is precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to go “bye bye” and especially in Daddy’s truck. You sometimes wake up in the mornings wanting “Daddy’s truck”. You literally jump up and down and beam ear to ear when it is time to go bye bye. I am so glad you like to go, since you have to get up and go every morning of your little life but Saturday’s. School and church are so much more manageable because you like to go, go, go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sKyuycBnhmI/TwtJTw1P6UI/AAAAAAAAFLw/brRNb9EQFBw/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sKyuycBnhmI/TwtJTw1P6UI/AAAAAAAAFLw/brRNb9EQFBw/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695726757614709058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can drink out of a cup and love to show us. You still have not mastered that running with the cup is not the best move. It is fun times watching you learn by trial and error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cried and cried at church for a long time. Thankfully, you are accepting that corporal worship is part of what we do at our house and you are taking kindly to it. You resist most every time we get to your classroom but when we leave you go full force and you are always having fun when we pick you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are learning all about Jesus and his love. You often tell me “God Loves Henry” and “I love Jesus” and you LOVE to sing “Jesus Loves Me” when we rock you at bedtime. When you want us to sing it to you, you will say “I want Bible”.  You have called the song “Bible” since you could ask for it. It will forever be “Bible” at our house. I play Praise Baby DVDs and CD’s in the car still and you love them. You are memorizing truths that will stick with you forever. You have no idea what they all mean yet, but you will, oh my sweet boy, you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still LOVE to be rocked at home. At school and at Nana’s they tell me you go down without being rocked. I can’t even imagine! I guess you want that sweet time with Mama and Daddy. You are so rotten, child…so rotten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bath time is one of your best times of the day. You literally beg for it and then sprint to the tub. You love your bath toys so much. You play and play and then when it is time to get out you say “bye” to each toy in the tub individually and then you allow me or Daddy to dry you off. Daddy says it puts “separation” between you and the tub toys. Otherwise, you might think those toys can be taken out of the tub. He taught you to say “bye” to each one. Daddy is your favorite bath buddy. I am second place, but that is okay by me. I can get chores done while you boys scream, splash and suds up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating is sometimes a challenge with you. You would eat French fries and chicken at every meal if you could. “Bies” are what you call “fries” and I honestly think they are your favorite food. You inhale them and when we let you have ketchup it is like a little bite of heaven for you! You want what you want (back to the opinion and sharing it comment) and will moan, groan and refuse food if you are not happy with the meal we present you. You are getting better at it though. Your Daddy is much better at working with you and getting you to eat things than I am. You love pudding and yogurt “pun-nin-nin”, raviolis “rab-bi-bolies”, croutons, chips, peas, potatoes, spaghetti “sghetti”, chili “chwee” and pop tarts “pop pop”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YY2zRndYBWU/TwtMXaN3HEI/AAAAAAAAFMI/N0ob5huoB98/s1600/zoo%2Blights%2B-%2Bh%2Bon%2Bplayground.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YY2zRndYBWU/TwtMXaN3HEI/AAAAAAAAFMI/N0ob5huoB98/s400/zoo%2Blights%2B-%2Bh%2Bon%2Bplayground.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695730118798285890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veggie Tales is your new obsession. I think you would watch them all day long if you could. You love Bob “Mano” and  Larry “Comer”. You know all the characters and call them by name. I love that you are learning Bible truths and important lessons on life. Sesame Street, Super Why, Choo Choo Soul and Blues Clues are also high on your viewing list. We watch mostly this stuff too. I really have no shows I watch anymore. You have taken over the TV. You are rotten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are starting to notice your clothing and shoes. You sometimes share your opinion with me on what shoes you want to wear and what pajamas you would like to wear. I am glad you have not yet refused to wear any of your cute appliquéd shirts and longalls. That day will make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to have your jacket zipped. You will say “zip it” as soon as we put it on. When you are ready to take it off you simply say “Jacket off”.  It sort of reminds me of the Rain Man and scares me! You have a red jacket, a black coat and a little blue jacket with a sailboat on it. You love each one in its own way and like to share your opinion on which one you want to wear each day. The sailboat one is your favorite though. I paid $3 for it at a resale shop…this is why I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus was so much fun with you this year. You loved talking about him and seeing him on things. Seeing him in person was not so much fun though. Bless your heart! You still talk about him a lot. Grandaddy recorded a Christmas book for you. You like for me to play a page or two each night after bath time. You say, “I want Santa Caus Grandaddy”. It is precious. You giggle and smile and say “Grandaddy” the whole time it is playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to be tickled. We will lay in the floor with you and tickle you over and over. Your laughter is music to my soul. It makes the tired days so worth it. You will say “Tickle” when we stop. You always want more. I hope that giggle is bottled up in my heart forever. I do not want to ever forget how sweet it sounds to hear you giggle and giggle and beg for more. You have no idea how the world will try to still your joy as you get older and I wish I could protect you from it forever. I will do my best to keep you from it as long as I can. For now, we will just giggle, wet our diaper until it is full and giggle some more. It is so fun to roll on the floor with you and your toothy little grin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You run around our house like you own it. Nothing is off limits to you. You even climb the stairs now. It wears me out some days but I love it more than you will ever know. Having your slobber, fingerprints and little messes all over the doors, windows and floors of our home makes it such a sweeter, softer place. I thank God for my toddler boy. You are such a handful at times, but a handful I would not trade for anything, ever. I am SO glad gave us you, Henry Patton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-6072657447252338399?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/6072657447252338399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=6072657447252338399&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/6072657447252338399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/6072657447252338399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/01/toddler-times.html' title='Toddler Times'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zkfppNF0Mug/TwtJUC9_iNI/AAAAAAAAFL8/VeZe6MFJ_Tg/s72-c/henry%2B-%2B25%2Bmonths.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-1982428166883185235</id><published>2012-01-06T08:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T08:15:06.744-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>Henry's Hogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-db4200f8c49730f4" 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://v9.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb4200f8c49730f4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331400039%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E29F6158FA375933F53D7674BEF3B1071C2A3C.64117FD168C038C49E90B2C2D6363FBEF22E907D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb4200f8c49730f4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaxMJsQ21S-fuA6Mq3Mb27Y-xkhQ&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://v9.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb4200f8c49730f4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331400039%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E29F6158FA375933F53D7674BEF3B1071C2A3C.64117FD168C038C49E90B2C2D6363FBEF22E907D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb4200f8c49730f4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaxMJsQ21S-fuA6Mq3Mb27Y-xkhQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry is gearing up for the Cotton Bowl tonight. He wore his Arkansas shirt to school today and went with a lot of team spirit. I am sporting my Arkansas hoodie and ready to get home tonight and watch the game. We are first delivering a meal to some friends in our SS class who had a baby. I am sure they will enjoy BBQ while they watch the game with their new little guy. Cheer on the Hogs with us tonight...Henry would be so thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My den is super dark so most all my videos have bad lighting because the den is where we live, for the most part. Excuse the lighting and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-1982428166883185235?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/1982428166883185235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=1982428166883185235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/1982428166883185235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/1982428166883185235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/01/henrys-hogs.html' title='Henry&apos;s Hogs'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-5779914044790470981</id><published>2012-01-05T01:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T01:50:00.501-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ministry'/><title type='text'>Praise God For Sundays</title><content type='html'>Do you remember the post from September when I told you about the different churches we had visited? And how different they were, yet still had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;similarities? Well, since I last blogged I have visited quite a few other churches. We have visited with Stephen and without Stephen. A couple of times he preached at one church and because of the children's activities we went to another church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I have seen church people at their very best. Let me tell you what an encouragment that has been. Not only to me, but also to my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;After being so disheartened by church people it has been a balm to our souls to see the love of Christ shown to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;One Sunday morning I wasn't feeling 100% and was thinking of what my excuses could be to stay home. I don't feel good, lunch needs to be fixed, need to get groceries, need a few more Christmas gifts bought, would love to stay home by myself and also a sinking feeling about how "Christians" treat other Christians. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I had excuses! With that last one being the best. My world had been rocked by leaders of a local church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;But I couldn't do it. I need to be around God's people. I need to worship with other believers. After all Psalms says that all that have breath praise the lord. I was breathing and I needed to be praising!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Please don't tell me I'm the only one that has Sundays like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Julie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-5779914044790470981?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/5779914044790470981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=5779914044790470981&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/5779914044790470981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/5779914044790470981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/01/praise-god-for-sundays.html' title='Praise God For Sundays'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-7238002360224223287</id><published>2012-01-04T14:12:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T14:58:36.919-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Book Worm</title><content type='html'>Here are some books that are being in read in my home this Winter. I thought I would share them with you in case you were looking for a new, good read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WbZXMMR5d_k/TwS0juvf-aI/AAAAAAAAFLk/Qnb1lIYAy2I/s1600/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WbZXMMR5d_k/TwS0juvf-aI/AAAAAAAAFLk/Qnb1lIYAy2I/s400/books.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693874354838829474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing Crossfit for a couple of months now. I get up at 4:45 most mornings and head to meet Crossfit Carl (my energetic, God-loving Paleolithic trainer). I get home at about 6:15 smoked and ready to start my day as mama, wife and marketing director. Self punishment is my friend!&lt;br /&gt;I am now introducing this Paleo way of thinking/eating into my diet in order to see better results and feel better. It is very interesting and tough at times. It is basically how a caveman ate. Randall gets a kick out of it and texts me caveman comments all day long.  I love that man.&lt;br /&gt;I do not plan to be a fanatic and I do not plan to give up sugar for good, but for now I am trying to ween off of it in order to jump start my system and train myself to eat a little cleaner. I LOVE Crossfit and find myself doing things I never thought I could or would ever do. Eating better to maximize results from my hard work is a must. I can't wait to see how 2012 changes my health for the better. My goal is to say I did all I could to get off of my BP medicine...and looking a little leaner won't be half bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the book description: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Do you want to lose fat and stay young, all while avoiding cancer,  diabetes, heart disease, Parkinson's, Alzheimer's and a host of other  illnesses? The Paleolithic Solution incorporates the latest, cutting  edge research from genetics, biochemistry and anthropology to help you  look, feel and perform your best. Written by Robb Wolf, a research  biochemist who traded in his lab coat and pocket protector for a whistle  and a stopwatch to become one of the most sought after strength and  conditioning coaches in the world. With Robb's unique perspective as  both scientist and coach you will learn how simple nutrition, exercise  and lifestyle changes can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ps-extra-desc" style="display: inline; font-style: italic;"&gt; radically change your appearance and health for the better"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLvxxSjRFlw/TwS0KFsZxkI/AAAAAAAAFLU/J7nIIe7htDc/s1600/bringing%2Bup%2Bboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLvxxSjRFlw/TwS0KFsZxkI/AAAAAAAAFLU/J7nIIe7htDc/s400/bringing%2Bup%2Bboys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693873914323256898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Parenting a boy is sometimes overwhelming. Randall and I often find ourselves discussing the "what ifs" and "hows" of parenting a boy to ensure that he will turn out to be a decent, God-fearing man. Last week something really sad happened that affected my home church and it made me really think about it even more. We have this book and have read it once already and we plan to read it again, and again, and again...while we seek the Bible for hope and direction in raising our sweet Henry. No matter how well we do it, it is out of our control, but at least we can say we did our best. I know Jeff and Tracy did their very best  with Zane and should be applauded for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Here is the Description&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With so much confusion about the role of men in our society, it's no  wonder so many parents and teachers are at a loss about how to bring up  boys. Our culture has vilified masculinity and, as a result, boys are  suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Parents, teachers, and others involved in shaping the character of  boys have many questions:  Are boys fundamentally different from girls?  What role does competition play in a boy's development? What is a  father's unique contribution to parenting a son? What about a mom's  role? How can grandparents contribute to raising a healthy grandson?  What's the best way to educate boys? etc. In &lt;strong&gt;Bringing Up Boys, Dr. James Dobson&lt;/strong&gt; tackles these questions and offers advice and encouragement based on a firm foundation of biblical principles."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EPdqWHIQNyM/TwSzfLuUAsI/AAAAAAAAFK8/Q5JXusaUOW0/s1600/idols%2Bbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EPdqWHIQNyM/TwSzfLuUAsI/AAAAAAAAFK8/Q5JXusaUOW0/s400/idols%2Bbook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693873177207505602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;This is my new Bible Study book. I am going to LOVE this study. The "girls" in all 3 young adult SS classes at my church  gather 1 night a month at someones home and recap the study and how it is touching them. I was finally able to join in this time and it was such a blessing. I hope Randall is home every first Tuesday of the month from now on so I can go! :) Learning the hearts of these "girls" and sharing life with committed believers is how it is suppose to be. Learning what my idols are with a fresh perspective is going to be great. If you are looking for a study this is it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It has great recipes and music suggestions for your group gatherings. We had the meal our chapter suggested and plan to do it again next time. So fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the description:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This distinctly relational study for women, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No Other Gods: Confronting Our Modern-Day Idols&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kelly Minter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,  is part of the unique Living Room Series and is based the corresponding  book. In this 8 session Bible study, Kelly invites women to become part  of her group, where friends share time, dinner, music, recipes,  musings, and most of all, their lives. She encourages women to make room  for God by dethroning the functional gods that clutter and claim their  lives" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wSQ30bx6ckQ/TwSzfA_1UII/AAAAAAAAFLE/exQ1zKQoJsk/s1600/bible%2Bfor%2Blife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 201px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wSQ30bx6ckQ/TwSzfA_1UII/AAAAAAAAFLE/exQ1zKQoJsk/s400/bible%2Bfor%2Blife.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693873174328201346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This is a book I purchased for Randall and I to read along with the Bible this year. Randall is always so interested in the hows and whys of the Bible and I am always wanting to know the relationships and correlations of people and places. Randall is often in awe that I took Old and New Testament in college and still have to purchase books like this...true! Anyway, I think this will be a great addition to our library this year.  I also love that it is written by a Union University professor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Here is the description:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Bible may be the most bought book in the world, but it is also often  the least read and least applied due to a basic lack of understanding and  motivation on the part of readers. Read the Bible for Life aims to improve  biblical literacy in the culture and the church by simultaneously moving  readers toward greater skill in reading the Bible well and toward a deeper  commitment to applying Scripture to everyday life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Through a series of down-to-earth conversations with some of today's  brightest scholars, author George Guthrie discusses the basic tools and  attitudes needed to read the Bible more effectively. Chapters focus on the  various types of literature in Scripture and how to read them well. For  instance, how should we read a psalm differently than we read a parable?  How should we read a story of the Old Testament differently than we read  a letter from Paul? How can we engage these various parts of Scripture in a  way that is truly life-changing? The book also discusses issues such as reading  the Bible in context, choosing and reading a Bible translation, reading in  times of sorrow or suffering, and reading the Bible with your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As we better understand how to read the Bible skillfully, we begin to see  how every person of the Bible, every psalm, and every teaching fits into the  Bible's powerful, overarching story, and we begin to realize our place in the  story that God is still writing in the world."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here is to taking it back old school this year and signing off a little earlier, winding down, and reading more this Winter. What will you be reading this Winter?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-7238002360224223287?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/7238002360224223287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=7238002360224223287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/7238002360224223287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/7238002360224223287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-have-been-doing-crossfit-for-couple.html' title='The Book Worm'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WbZXMMR5d_k/TwS0juvf-aI/AAAAAAAAFLk/Qnb1lIYAy2I/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-4187076584864180814</id><published>2012-01-03T10:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T13:01:15.396-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beavers Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GisfHCvs-zs/TwNQdpiRzvI/AAAAAAAAFKw/ax6shjM0eaw/s1600/calendar-shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GisfHCvs-zs/TwNQdpiRzvI/AAAAAAAAFKw/ax6shjM0eaw/s400/calendar-shot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693482824222494450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm back. Abby has done such a great job filling it the gaps for me here on the ole blog. I'm almost leary of starting back since she is such a great blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are settled in our new (temporary) home. Christmas decorations have gone up and come down. School has started, stopped, and started up again. Life is pretty normal. Our Sundays are different but we are just calling them our new normal. Stephen has been busy preaching at different churches on Sunday's filling in for vacationing pastors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are going to a homeschool academy one day a week. I'm looking so forward to this for them and also for me. They get a day with friends and fun subjects taught by someone besides me and I get a day to myself. Hallelujah &amp;amp; Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been so real to us the last two months. His provision has been more than I knew to ask for. Stephen and I have shed happy tears being the recipients of God's goodness to many times to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have a relationship with the lord please contact us and let Abby or I lead you to a relationship with Him. He and His people are what have gotten us through this We are at peace, not anxious, (although we could be, there are many things to be anxious and worry about) and waiting to see what great plans He has for us this new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Julie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-4187076584864180814?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/4187076584864180814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=4187076584864180814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/4187076584864180814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/4187076584864180814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GisfHCvs-zs/TwNQdpiRzvI/AAAAAAAAFKw/ax6shjM0eaw/s72-c/calendar-shot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-1211013482793828350</id><published>2012-01-03T07:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T07:00:04.667-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saying &quot;Thanks&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Thank You Melissa from Spiro</title><content type='html'>Melissa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a blessing to receive a sweet note and gift from you. I do not know who you are, but God does. I wanted to send you a formal thank you note but by the time Abby got the envelope to me it has ripped in the corner right where you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;address&lt;/span&gt; was.  Shoot! I blame it on Henry :)&lt;br /&gt;This public "thank you" will have to do. Your kindness was so uplifting and appreciated more than you will ever know. You have a super sweet heart. God bless you, Melissa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Julie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-1211013482793828350?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/1211013482793828350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=1211013482793828350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/1211013482793828350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/1211013482793828350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/01/thank-you-melissa-from-spiro.html' title='Thank You Melissa from Spiro'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-4480425533175604588</id><published>2012-01-02T20:38:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:39:26.988-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunthood is Bliss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>Christmas in Dixie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rWA7G5V1OWQ/TwJqjt8iCkI/AAAAAAAAFIU/gcdJ06f1X_U/s1600/daddy%2527s%2Bgirls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 247px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693230040811178562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rWA7G5V1OWQ/TwJqjt8iCkI/AAAAAAAAFIU/gcdJ06f1X_U/s400/daddy%2527s%2Bgirls.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;S Family Christmas comes every year and every year it is great fun. We head to Daddy's house in Mississippi for a fun-filled day of family, gifts and food. And almost every year Daddy is supporting and sporting a new team's pullover....just kidding. He went from Arkansas to Ole Miss and now back to Memphis. I love it. He looks good in Tiger blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ldxfvJFaI0/TwJqlFd_nlI/AAAAAAAAFI4/vv3HvDSiV8I/s1600/Daddy%2B%2526%2BBabs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 260px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693230064305413714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ldxfvJFaI0/TwJqlFd_nlI/AAAAAAAAFI4/vv3HvDSiV8I/s400/Daddy%2B%2526%2BBabs.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;S Family &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;matriarchs&lt;/span&gt;, Babs and Bob. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Meemaw&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Peepaw&lt;/span&gt; did well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AZlm2l6PDYc/TwJqkZxPeRI/AAAAAAAAFIs/PyC4CpTCkWk/s1600/jules%252C%2Bhollye%2Band%2Bme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 249px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693230052574984466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AZlm2l6PDYc/TwJqkZxPeRI/AAAAAAAAFIs/PyC4CpTCkWk/s400/jules%252C%2Bhollye%2Band%2Bme.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From Babs and Bob you have the beautiful brunette S girls. We are quite the trio. Jules and I love our cousin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hollye&lt;/span&gt; to pieces. She is like a sister to us. Coming from a small family, we bonded well growing up even though we lived a state away from one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yso053YIVNk/TwJqlXx_rgI/AAAAAAAAFJA/5lca3pKIXdk/s1600/skutt%2Bkids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 265px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693230069221142018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yso053YIVNk/TwJqlXx_rgI/AAAAAAAAFJA/5lca3pKIXdk/s400/skutt%2Bkids.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the 3 of us you have this handsome group! Thanks to Jules for doing most of the work :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PmOqHwnZqCg/TwJre0nAnDI/AAAAAAAAFJc/n7vAbrPZYw0/s1600/claire%2Band%2Banna.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 298px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693231056212237362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PmOqHwnZqCg/TwJre0nAnDI/AAAAAAAAFJc/n7vAbrPZYw0/s400/claire%2Band%2Banna.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The S family produces such pretty girls. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Meemaw&lt;/span&gt; would love pampering these two just like she did us. Claire and Anna are " our pretty girls". &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Meemaw&lt;/span&gt; used to say "my pretty girl" all the time. I loved that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L6WAaKFy7hA/TwJrgH4JA9I/AAAAAAAAFJ0/_grnbx2bH1g/s1600/Daddy%2Band%2BHenry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693231078564234194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L6WAaKFy7hA/TwJrgH4JA9I/AAAAAAAAFJ0/_grnbx2bH1g/s400/Daddy%2Band%2BHenry.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry and his Grandaddy are quite a pair. He looks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; like Daddy when he was a boy. Henry wore his sweater vest to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;G'daddy's&lt;/span&gt; house in honor of him. Daddy loves a sweater vest. In fact my father in law saw Henry in that very vest and said "Henry, you look like Grandaddy!" So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mqyjRHfCteg/TwJqj9CCYpI/AAAAAAAAFIg/F64p2juIl1Y/s1600/Daddy%2527s%2BGrands.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 341px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693230044860801682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mqyjRHfCteg/TwJqj9CCYpI/AAAAAAAAFIg/F64p2juIl1Y/s400/Daddy%2527s%2BGrands.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grandaddy's&lt;/span&gt; babies. He sure has a fine looking group of grands, that is for sure! Henry was trying to escape as you can see. Anna has his number, thankfully. She is a better mother than me at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kn2jLroDu9s/TwJrerbQ2KI/AAAAAAAAFJQ/e--JkAgAk_U/s1600/Daddy%2Blaughing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 298px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693231053747050658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kn2jLroDu9s/TwJrerbQ2KI/AAAAAAAAFJQ/e--JkAgAk_U/s400/Daddy%2Blaughing.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved this picture. It captures S family Christmas so well. Daddy was opening his calendar, which is now a family joke, while wearing Connie's glasses because he could not find his. Henry had just opened his Bob the Tomato from Daddy....Daddy's name is Bob... and Henry was looking for Larry the Cucumber "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cumer&lt;/span&gt;". It was cute that he expected them to come as a pair. Henry loves Veggie Tales. Daddy's face is priceless and I just love the memory of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p18v_GVCkaI/TwJrfVuwvTI/AAAAAAAAFJo/7ASyLxshAlM/s1600/Daddy%2B%2526%2BSam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693231065103121714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p18v_GVCkaI/TwJrfVuwvTI/AAAAAAAAFJo/7ASyLxshAlM/s400/Daddy%2B%2526%2BSam.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy decided to hand down different things to Julie's kids. He said Henry wasn't old enough to care...true, true. Anyway, he gave Stephen our grandfather's Bible that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Peepaw&lt;/span&gt; received when he graduated from college, when he entered into the ministry.  Daddy's grandfather gave it to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Peepaw&lt;/span&gt; and wrote an inscription to him in the front cover. Since Samuel is going into the ministry Daddy passed it on to him. Samuel has his great-grandfather's Bible that has an inscription in it from his great great-grandfather. Daddy told him not to use it too much because it will turn to dust!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fDAbmwGlpKA/TwJsRJvMXKI/AAAAAAAAFKM/QQVo8Oq6lMk/s1600/uj%2Band%2Bme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 350px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693231920877165730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fDAbmwGlpKA/TwJsRJvMXKI/AAAAAAAAFKM/QQVo8Oq6lMk/s400/uj%2Band%2Bme.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got to visit with my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UJ&lt;/span&gt;. My Uncle Joe is precious. I cannot imagine life without him. I was terrified of him when I was a little girl. If you knew him you would laugh at that. I would cry and freeze up when I got near him. He is the most gentle man in the world.  We laugh about it today. I try to make a point to apologize to him as much as I can. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UJ&lt;/span&gt; is retired now and stays super busy remodeling and building things for Babs in his workshop. He is a saint and has blue eyes almost as pretty as Randall's! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C-XwBM0UsrE/TwJztZGjQ7I/AAAAAAAAFKk/0bRvlc5yddU/s1600/red%2BToms.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693240102619399090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C-XwBM0UsrE/TwJztZGjQ7I/AAAAAAAAFKk/0bRvlc5yddU/s400/red%2BToms.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sissy got the red ones! She now has pink and red. She will have sassy feet in 2012. I think the boys are so cute in this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G1IYUEwj-ao/TwJrgU9NK8I/AAAAAAAAFKA/qtOTxsGAUzA/s1600/pillow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693231082075139010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G1IYUEwj-ao/TwJrgU9NK8I/AAAAAAAAFKA/qtOTxsGAUzA/s400/pillow.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received so many nice things from everyone. This pillow was my favorite though. David made it for me and meant to give it to me in Fort Smith at Mama's but he was not finished making it. It is an inside joke between the Fab 4 and me. The pink side is my "soft side" and the animal print is my "street side". I now have it on my living room couch. I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; proud of it. I really think my sister has the coolest and sweetest kids around. I hope Henry is half as cool and sweet as them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y2Q8-U2olzs/TwJzkRvVYSI/AAAAAAAAFKY/kgJckkDxMgE/s1600/Thew%2B%2526%2BHenry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 376px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693239946024149282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y2Q8-U2olzs/TwJzkRvVYSI/AAAAAAAAFKY/kgJckkDxMgE/s400/Thew%2B%2526%2BHenry.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas with a 2 year old has now come and gone. Praise be! Whew...it was exhausting. I am glad Matthew "Thew" enjoyed it. ha! It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; very fun, just exhausting. Henry learned about Jesus, Santa and all our family traditions. He knows lots of carols, the nativity and what Santa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Claus&lt;/span&gt; says. Next year it will be neat to see if he remembers any of it. I did leave a nativity up in his built in cabinet because I thought 365 days of Jesus isn't a bad idea. So, here's to planning Christmas 2012....what, what?! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-4480425533175604588?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/4480425533175604588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=4480425533175604588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/4480425533175604588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/4480425533175604588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-in-dixie.html' title='Christmas in Dixie'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rWA7G5V1OWQ/TwJqjt8iCkI/AAAAAAAAFIU/gcdJ06f1X_U/s72-c/daddy%2527s%2Bgirls.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-6660125596516217694</id><published>2012-01-01T07:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:41:13.031-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Goodbye 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifDHsQRsIj8/Tvzql5tXPnI/AAAAAAAAFFI/aKmq-8UgfhE/s1600/2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 266px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691681965956611698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifDHsQRsIj8/Tvzql5tXPnI/AAAAAAAAFFI/aKmq-8UgfhE/s400/2012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have done this post the past few years. This will be our third year to do this. It is fun to look back on them each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do in 2011 that you had never done before?&lt;br /&gt;J- Moved to Pine Bluff. Relied on the Lord more than ever before. My faith was tested and I found God faithful and true. God is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you keep your New Year's resolutions and will you make any this year?&lt;br /&gt;J- I doubt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;J- A friend of mine had a family member of mine both had baby boys. So precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;J- No, but a friend of Stephen's lost his wife. It was terribly sad. Stephen has been such a great friend to him through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What places have you visited?&lt;br /&gt;J- Stephen and I went to Gatlinburg. I hadn't been in many years and going with Stephen made it so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you like to have in 2012 that you lacked in 2011?&lt;br /&gt;J- I need wisdom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What date from 2011 will remain etched in your memory?&lt;br /&gt;J- Nov 13th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your biggest achievement this year?&lt;br /&gt;J- The we remained solid together and loving the Lord is my achievement this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have any illnesses this year?&lt;br /&gt;J- No big illness this year. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best thing you bought this year?&lt;br /&gt;J- a skirt for my swimsuit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;J- the answer is always....food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will remind you of 2011?&lt;br /&gt;J- I Love The Way You Hold Me by Toby Mac and Jamie Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wish you would have done more of?&lt;br /&gt;J-I wish I had not thought so much about what others thought of me and more of what Jesus thought of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wish you would have done less of?&lt;br /&gt;J- Fussing at my children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite tv program?&lt;br /&gt;J- I found Happy Days reruns...I just love that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best book you read this year?&lt;br /&gt;J- Jesus Calling. A devotional Book. Please get this if you don't have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite film of the year?&lt;br /&gt;J- Courageous. It was so good, funny and tense. I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do on your birthday and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;J- We went shopping and out to eat. I enjoyed the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What political issues stirred you the most?&lt;br /&gt;J- Next year is election year and I am already of debates and campaigns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the best new person you met this year?&lt;br /&gt;J- I met a lot of new people towards the end of this year. Good people that love the Lord &amp;amp; my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do in 2011 that you had never done before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - I started Crossfit. It is an intense workout program. I hope 2012 proves to be a fit year for me :)I also mothered a toddler for the first time...whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you keep your resolutions and do you plan to make any this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- I am not sure I made any and I am probably not going to make many this year. I never keep them! Though I do hope our family learns to eat cleaner, leaner and healthier this year. We will see how that goes though...it is a meal by meal thing with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone close to you give birth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - It was a baby free year in my little world. I think our circle is getting a little older and the babies are becoming fewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone close to you die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Thankfully, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What places have you visited:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- I finally visited the Alabama Gulf Coast. I visited our family in Arkansas, Mississippi, Tennessee, and Texas like always. I also traveled to Minnesota again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you like to have in 2012 that you lacked in 2011:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- I am glad to say I gained what I asked for in 2011. I finally got a little filter and a bit of discernment. I am most proud! In 2012 I would like to have more discipline in a few areas of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What date from 2011 will remain etched in your memory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- July 11th - the day I went back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your biggest achievement this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Learning to let people and things go that bog me down. It is so freeing to let things go that do not bring any good to my life. It was hard to do but I feel I am a stronger person because of it. 2011 was a year of growing up and moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have any illnesses this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Thankfully, just some rounds of the common cold, a bout of strep and a stomach bug or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best thing you bought this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- "a new car" (I can hear Bob Barker saying that on The Price is Right, can't you?!)I finally let the Maxima go and I now cruise in a suv. I swore I wouldn't break down and do it but I had a child and I find myself eating lots of my words and doing all those things I said I would never do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did most of your money go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Diapers, gas for the "new car" and lunch...I eat out at lunch WAY too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will remind you of 2011:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Jesus Loves me. Henry likes to hear it every night before he goes to bed. It will forever remind me of our rocks to sleep in his footed pj's and him saying "I want Jesus". I will also be reminded of Barefoot Blue Jean Night and Henry rocking back in forth in his car seat. My favorite song for this year was Hands Lifted High by Dennis Jernigan. It makes my arms go up and my shouts go out to Jesus...wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wish you had done more of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- relaxed. I said the same thing last year! I plan to do it more in 2012. I started relaxing more at the end of 2011. I hope to continue to veg more on the couch and let the dust collect more this year. Writing Henry's name in the table might be fun?! ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wish you had done less of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - I am not sure of that one right now. Maybe drink less Diet Coke - ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite TV program:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - I don't really have one anymore. I know that seems sad, but it really isn't. I enjoy just watching it when I want and not feeling drawn to the tube. Henry watches all his shows &amp;amp; DVDs most of the time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best book you read this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Made To Crave was really good. It didn't change me but it made me think about things I would have otherwise not put much thought into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite film of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Bridesmaids was hilarious. I love that type of humor. The Help was a close second. I love the south and all it represents....the good and the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do on your birthday and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- I celebrated with my Henry. Randall was out of town for work. Henry and I ran after work at ASU with the Boyer Mile crew and got drive thru from Hardee's. Ok, the night before my birthday Randall took us to Red Lobster and gave me my gift! I turned 33....33 and free, baby! I went to Fort Smith the weekend of my birthday and celebrated with my Mama, sister, Fab 4, grandparents, bff, etc it was great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What political issues stirred you the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-I am not one to get real stirred by politics, but the state of our economy and people mooching off our welfare system really makes my BP soar through the roof. Get a real job and quit leaching off my hard earned dollar in your new vehicle and your expensive jeans...I get hot about it. I buy my baby's milk with my own money and wear Old Navy jeans and take great pride in my milk and cheap jeans. The system is there for those who NEED it, not those who are lazy and irresponsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the best new person you met this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Gosh, this a tough one because God blessed me with so many new faces this year. Joining our church and going back to work meant lots of new people in my life. I will pick Lisa as the new person for this year. She is the first true accountability partner I have ever had. It is so nice to find her at this stage in my life. She is older than me and so much wiser. She is a lot like me, yet so different. She is our preschool director at our church and she loves my child and helps him know Jesus. I love her for that. Her passion for giving all she has in this life is inspiring to me and has made me a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it....Happy New Year from the sisters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-6660125596516217694?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/6660125596516217694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=6660125596516217694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/6660125596516217694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/6660125596516217694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2012/01/goodbye-2011.html' title='Goodbye 2011'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifDHsQRsIj8/Tvzql5tXPnI/AAAAAAAAFFI/aKmq-8UgfhE/s72-c/2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-3635622622080809358</id><published>2011-12-31T06:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T06:56:01.976-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husbands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>It's Been A Decade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago tonight I looked into Randall's blue eyes for the first time at the back door of my cousin Hollye's home in Memphis. A blind date set up by Julie and my mother-in-love &lt;a href="http://www.sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-sorry-about-picture-quality.html"&gt;(click here for Julie's refelction on the arrangement). &lt;/a&gt;For that date I am forever grateful. I did not want to go, thought my sister had lost her mind and was crushing on another boy. Boy, boy, boy...did I ever change my course when I looked into those blue eyes standing at Hollye's backdoor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eRmnjPf7Xs/Tv02KVP3_tI/AAAAAAAAFHM/n-vVXtKvFyw/s1600/engagement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 333px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691765055196495570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eRmnjPf7Xs/Tv02KVP3_tI/AAAAAAAAFHM/n-vVXtKvFyw/s400/engagement.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(The night of our engagement)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I lost my heart on the day we met But I gained a lot that I don't regret&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBweawhY9WI/Tv02Kfyk8yI/AAAAAAAAFHA/5XmiqpfO69U/s1600/barn%2Bpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 272px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691765058026402594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBweawhY9WI/Tv02Kfyk8yI/AAAAAAAAFHA/5XmiqpfO69U/s400/barn%2Bpic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(one of our favorite engagement photos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I hung around til you said 'I do' Knew I wouldn't have nothin if I didn't have youWell, it changed my thinking when you changed your name Neither one of us will ever be the same And I swear I'm never gonna be untrue Cuz I wouldn't have nothing if I didn't have you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yG9_5DL-Hm8/Tv03UmL8loI/AAAAAAAAFH8/VPjFklAwqVk/s1600/cancun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 289px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691766331053741698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yG9_5DL-Hm8/Tv03UmL8loI/AAAAAAAAFH8/VPjFklAwqVk/s400/cancun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(5 year anniversary in Cancun)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I didn't have you I'd long ago been left in the dark, out in the cold Blowing around from town to town like a feather in the wind If I didn't have you I know I'd be Floundering around like a ship at sea Lost in the rain or a hurricane, that's where I'd have been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HbzlBawOWCQ/Tv08kiBsdVI/AAAAAAAAFII/UrliYqRVygE/s1600/kissing.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HbzlBawOWCQ/Tv08kiBsdVI/AAAAAAAAFII/UrliYqRVygE/s1600/kissing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691772102373045586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HbzlBawOWCQ/Tv08kiBsdVI/AAAAAAAAFII/UrliYqRVygE/s400/kissing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Still kissing with no itching at 7 years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I didn't get lost cuz I saw your light Shining like a beacon on a cold, dark night And the sun came up and the skies turned blue Oh I wouldn't have nothing if I didn't have you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IslEPRDYW5s/Tv02Kj2qDcI/AAAAAAAAFHc/f5C7psqmWEA/s1600/pregnant%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IslEPRDYW5s/Tv02Kj2qDcI/AAAAAAAAFHc/f5C7psqmWEA/s1600/pregnant%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 392px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691765059117256130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IslEPRDYW5s/Tv02Kj2qDcI/AAAAAAAAFHc/f5C7psqmWEA/s400/pregnant%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Those blue eyes looked at me just right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I count my blessings Every night I pray That the lord lets me keep you just one more day Every day he does, cuz God knows too That I wouldn't have nothing if I didn't have you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KYch7OGDM1o/Tv02K2yct2I/AAAAAAAAFHw/kY0VEFrgTGc/s1600/beach.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KYch7OGDM1o/Tv02K2yct2I/AAAAAAAAFHw/kY0VEFrgTGc/s1600/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 286px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691765064199878498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KYch7OGDM1o/Tv02K2yct2I/AAAAAAAAFHw/kY0VEFrgTGc/s400/beach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Walking into a new decade as 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I've already said it but I swear it's true I wouldn't have nothing if I didn't have you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randall used to sing this Randy Travis song to me all the time. He still says it is "our song". I would like to say "our song" was something with a little more class, but it is what it is and it works. I love it. It makes my heart smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-3635622622080809358?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/3635622622080809358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=3635622622080809358&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/3635622622080809358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/3635622622080809358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-been-decade.html' title='It&apos;s Been A Decade'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6eRmnjPf7Xs/Tv02KVP3_tI/AAAAAAAAFHM/n-vVXtKvFyw/s72-c/engagement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-2411405605747828889</id><published>2011-12-30T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T07:00:09.211-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Food Friday</title><content type='html'>We spent our third Christmas at home this year. As I have posted before, we decided we would always try to have Henry in his home for Christmas Eve and Christmas morning. I was always at home growing up and Randall wasn't. He said it was not enjoyable and wanted to ensure that Henry have the experience I had and the one he always wanted. I think Randall loves it more than anyone. He is finally getting to have the Christmases he always wanted. It makes my heart happy. We do love the calmness of it and the fun of getting to make our own traditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_b10ErMffC4/Tvop7vxU1pI/AAAAAAAAFC4/OQpEO4_aGfY/s1600/molly%2Band%2Bme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_b10ErMffC4/Tvop7vxU1pI/AAAAAAAAFC4/OQpEO4_aGfY/s400/molly%2Band%2Bme.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690907185548416658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of those traditions is having my mother-in-love in my kitchen with me on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Randall's parents come to stay with us on Christmas Eve and wake up with us on Christmas Morning. I love having Molly help me prepare our dishes and she always praises what I serve. I love some praise and some help in the kitchen...who doesn't?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working on finding the recipes we like a lot and want to serve each year. This was the third year for a few things and a new year for a few. Maybe in a couple of years we will have a set menu for our Christmas meals. I love variety and new things though...so maybe not! I also want to tie in our old family traditions with the new ones. It is fun to put it all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would give you a little summary of what we cooked up for our Christmas Eve supper, Christmas breakfast and Christmas lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fk5MbYlP9xY/Tvop7DWSsKI/AAAAAAAAFCo/2WtMhBpZt38/s1600/weenie%2Bwreath.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fk5MbYlP9xY/Tvop7DWSsKI/AAAAAAAAFCo/2WtMhBpZt38/s400/weenie%2Bwreath.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690907173623869602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Christmas Eve I made a "weenie ring". It is not called that but I thought I would be redneck a little bit since my stone was beyond tacky looking. I should have put it on a tray to serve it but after our Christmas Eve service and preparing our dinner, we were some hungry kin folk! There was no time for presentation. I loved the bell pepper wreath. It was so cute. I made a mix of cranberry sauce and bbq sauce for a dipping sauce. It was yummy stuff. Just lil' smokies wrapped in crescents. The stone was empty when I went to clean up. We ate every one of them...along with redneck caviar, sausage cheese dip and a cheese ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed to take a photo of breakfast due to having a toddler and Santa coming. We had cream cheese danish casserole and sausage balls. It was super yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--rYC7bTyTEc/Tvop65UGWsI/AAAAAAAAFCc/SSwqMZ6dIbw/s1600/lunch%2Bspread.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--rYC7bTyTEc/Tvop65UGWsI/AAAAAAAAFCc/SSwqMZ6dIbw/s400/lunch%2Bspread.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690907170930318018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas lunch was  yummy stuff also. We cooked a truducken - a turkey with a hen and duck stuffed inside. It was really good. We bought it ready to go into the oven. No prep work. I loved the duck in it a lot. I am glad Randall picked that for our main course. It was a hit. We had hashbrown casserole, green bean casserole, dressing and yeast rolls. We also had my Meemaw's chocolate pecan pie and Molly's famous coconut pie. I am still full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prepared most of the dishes before we left for Fort Smith and froze them. Planning and preparing ahead of time makes for an easy and enjoyable Christmas. I am so glad I just had to heat and serve most everything. We now have great leftovers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Food Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-2411405605747828889?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/2411405605747828889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=2411405605747828889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/2411405605747828889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/2411405605747828889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/12/food-friday_30.html' title='Food Friday'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_b10ErMffC4/Tvop7vxU1pI/AAAAAAAAFC4/OQpEO4_aGfY/s72-c/molly%2Band%2Bme.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-7793347508127662156</id><published>2011-12-29T07:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T07:00:05.122-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>Santa Claus Came To Town</title><content type='html'>Santa came and came big. Before he came we had to soak up the real meaning of Christmas. We went to church on Christmas Eve and Nana and Papa came in time to go with us. We got to sing and light glow sticks...Henry loved it! He got to go in the service with us and he did great. Christmas at our new church was such a treat this year. I reflected on things I had never really thought of. I love taking away new little nuggets of truth.  I always enjoy a Christmas Eve service. It puts the rest of the night and the next day into perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mFxccssQ6oE/TvodTqSvn2I/AAAAAAAAFAY/-7_sM3qgcSg/s1600/pj%2Bpic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mFxccssQ6oE/TvodTqSvn2I/AAAAAAAAFAY/-7_sM3qgcSg/s400/pj%2Bpic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690893302743670626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keeping with our Christmas tradition, we wore matching pajamas for the third year in a row. We wore Sesame Street themed pajamas this year. It was fun times. We love doing Christmas at home now that we have Henry. It is so peaceful and fun. We stayed in our pajamas all of Christmas Day. Nothing like a day in the pajamas. Those are rare for us these days. It was bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m8_UYKQL6so/TvodT9cOJkI/AAAAAAAAFAk/nx53F4alsrI/s1600/henry%2Bin%2Bpjs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m8_UYKQL6so/TvodT9cOJkI/AAAAAAAAFAk/nx53F4alsrI/s400/henry%2Bin%2Bpjs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690893307883693634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas with a 2 year old is fun and exhausting. Capturing him on camera is difficult these days. We were thrilled to get him sitting still looking into the camera. Marmie got him the Elmo shoes. Such a cute added touch. I sure do love this little Christmas cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vgqqAzy84UY/TvodUkz8_LI/AAAAAAAAFAw/S4of1EVRd7o/s1600/santa%2Bcame%2521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vgqqAzy84UY/TvodUkz8_LI/AAAAAAAAFAw/S4of1EVRd7o/s400/santa%2Bcame%2521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690893318452214962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because Henry was such a good boy this year Santa visited him in a big way. Santa had 4 helpers that worked hard putting it all together. Henry got his own house, mortgage paid! He also got an extra large dump truck and a work bench. His Nana and Papa gave him the Mickey Mouse bike. His stocking was busting at the seams too. Santa likes Henry a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a_vFZi9yhXA/TvodUyuXheI/AAAAAAAAFA4/LOKf0PpFAko/s1600/henry%2527s%2Bface.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a_vFZi9yhXA/TvodUyuXheI/AAAAAAAAFA4/LOKf0PpFAko/s400/henry%2527s%2Bface.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690893322186884578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was Henry's reaction to Santa's gifts. His little smile and squeal were priceless. My camera was on its last leg so the photo was really poor quality. Thankfully my in-laws saw fit to gift me with a new camera and I opened it soon after this photo was taken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnB1DU05PAY/Tvohi8I0hcI/AAAAAAAAFCQ/9RK0OQCZas0/s1600/house.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnB1DU05PAY/Tvohi8I0hcI/AAAAAAAAFCQ/9RK0OQCZas0/s400/house.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690897963278435778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He ran to his house first. He was overwhelmed I think. I know Santa was just as excited as he was to watch his face light up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kcfFlxC1rgU/Tvoed4YcbwI/AAAAAAAAFBU/4_iu7BSmtEY/s1600/dump%2Btruck.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kcfFlxC1rgU/Tvoed4YcbwI/AAAAAAAAFBU/4_iu7BSmtEY/s400/dump%2Btruck.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690894577835994882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He spotted the dump truck from his house and had to check it out. He ran to get his old one and to compare the size. He was funny sizing them up. It is about 3 times the size of his old one. I think he has pushed it into every room of our house. Poor thing is ready to play outside again. He loves pushing his trucks and filling them up with all his little stuff. He is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-99acjJsFhcQ/TvoeeBR3_UI/AAAAAAAAFBc/-0rNuP8RGVI/s1600/tool%2Bbench.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-99acjJsFhcQ/TvoeeBR3_UI/AAAAAAAAFBc/-0rNuP8RGVI/s400/tool%2Bbench.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690894580224359746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next he had to check out his work bench. He will have lots of projects to work on I am sure. He loves to push the button and make the saw cut. He even tried to lick it while it was on. Randall quickly gave him a lesson on safety while at work. We might have to call Mr. Sam and have him do a safety inspection (Melissa's husband is a safety man).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DXVuwPOmkh8/TvoeeUz-9jI/AAAAAAAAFBs/vuyzuKmaZIE/s1600/bike.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DXVuwPOmkh8/TvoeeUz-9jI/AAAAAAAAFBs/vuyzuKmaZIE/s400/bike.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690894585467696690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry loves his Mickey bike from his Nana and Papa. If he can get the pedaling down he might just ride on down the road. He loves to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8cjEKziiWtw/Tvoefc9b73I/AAAAAAAAFCE/pTyitDDqUbI/s1600/henry%2Band%2Bmama%2Bin%2Bhouse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8cjEKziiWtw/Tvoefc9b73I/AAAAAAAAFCE/pTyitDDqUbI/s400/henry%2Band%2Bmama%2Bin%2Bhouse.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690894604834697074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry wanted us to visit him in his house. He held me hostage for a while. Daddy gave me my rations and communicated with me through the window during the stand off. Henry finally let me go and that was nice. I would let him hold me hostage in his house all day if he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_7ZlSbSNZ4k/Tvoee-RjbEI/AAAAAAAAFB4/Mc9v1UNRzh4/s1600/Yeti.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_7ZlSbSNZ4k/Tvoee-RjbEI/AAAAAAAAFB4/Mc9v1UNRzh4/s400/Yeti.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690894596597574722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry also had fun with our gifts. What is mine is his these days...and what is his is not mine! So true and funny. He loved climbing on the cooler his daddy got from Nana and Papa. I think he thought it was a toy box. Christmas is so fun with Henry. I love sharing the joy of the season with our baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-7793347508127662156?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/7793347508127662156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=7793347508127662156&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/7793347508127662156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/7793347508127662156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/12/santa-claus-came-to-town.html' title='Santa Claus Came To Town'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mFxccssQ6oE/TvodTqSvn2I/AAAAAAAAFAY/-7_sM3qgcSg/s72-c/pj%2Bpic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-8369417536621352206</id><published>2011-12-28T07:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T07:00:01.379-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Mama's Family Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wW0N_VZx7Do/Tvn8mjI1vkI/AAAAAAAAFAA/Be7kXPfWtI4/s1600/henry%2Band%2Bme%2Bwith%2Bgifts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wW0N_VZx7Do/Tvn8mjI1vkI/AAAAAAAAFAA/Be7kXPfWtI4/s400/henry%2Band%2Bme%2Bwith%2Bgifts.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690857343356878402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas with Mama and Julie is always a huge highlight at Christmas. We do it a little early now that we have Henry and choose to be home on Christmas. Mama and Julie's family still do their exchange to each other on Christmas Day, but the ones to us and from us are ripped opened and enjoyed while we are in town. As you can see in the background of this photo...Randall is almost elbow deep in his Jelly Belly's. He was making all sorts of "recipes" with them and refused to share the good ones with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7PCeuWB_wc/Tvn58FUcwuI/AAAAAAAAE_o/Lm_ZUoPQArg/s1600/anna%2Bwith%2Bdress.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7PCeuWB_wc/Tvn58FUcwuI/AAAAAAAAE_o/Lm_ZUoPQArg/s400/anna%2Bwith%2Bdress.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690854414774747874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My pretty girl with her new red sweater dress. She loved it and wore it to church on Christmas Day with her knee boots. Mama said that Anna is me made over but looks just like her mother. Nothing brings me more pleasure than to know my sister is raising me! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;. She is a leader and not a follower. She is a wealth of knowledge and shares every bit of it with you! She also has great common sense and sense of style for a 7 year old. She is a lot like me and that is not all that bad, really. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dvg1716hjcM/Tvn57Qm2K4I/AAAAAAAAE_c/nK1GaZTwn8g/s1600/otter%2Bboxes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dvg1716hjcM/Tvn57Qm2K4I/AAAAAAAAE_c/nK1GaZTwn8g/s400/otter%2Bboxes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690854400624831362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The reaction from the twins when they opened their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Otter boxes&lt;/span&gt; was priceless. Seeing pure excitement on their faces and hearing them exclaim about it was one of the best responses toward a gift I have seen all Christmas. Heaven knows they deserved it...sweet boys! This picture almost makes my aunt heart cry. I adore their hearts and smiles &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RLgUn4zWN0o/Tvn56yxLLRI/AAAAAAAAE_Q/7ChC7VRhnBw/s1600/sam%2Bwith%2Bshirt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RLgUn4zWN0o/Tvn56yxLLRI/AAAAAAAAE_Q/7ChC7VRhnBw/s400/sam%2Bwith%2Bshirt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690854392615087378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you gave this boy a stick he would have that same smile. "Smile Sammy" is shouted by all the girls for a reason...just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;! (He doesn't read this. If he did I would be a dead Aunt Abby. HA!) My sister has done stellar raising these children. Samuel is such a cutie with his new Arkansas shirt. He also asked for waterproof matches and I think they actually excited him most. So funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fxv5xPN7Va8/Tvn58VAIBlI/AAAAAAAAE_4/uVkQZDSEeao/s1600/elmo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fxv5xPN7Va8/Tvn58VAIBlI/AAAAAAAAE_4/uVkQZDSEeao/s400/elmo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690854418984470098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Henry was a bit overwhelmed and unsure about all the ripping of paper, shouts of excitement and stuff...lots of stuff. He would take 5 baths a day to play with this new Elmo sub if we let him. He loves it and all the other things his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Juju&lt;/span&gt;, cousins and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Marmie&lt;/span&gt; gifted him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D5L2A6Bsr9E/Tvn8my7w7nI/AAAAAAAAFAI/v3O7FGv4xD4/s1600/stephen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D5L2A6Bsr9E/Tvn8my7w7nI/AAAAAAAAFAI/v3O7FGv4xD4/s400/stephen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690857347597004402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry calls his Uncle Stephen "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bruder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Seben&lt;/span&gt;" and I love it! I also love this "gift apron" Anna gave him. She found it in Mama's kitchen. Someone had made it years ago and mother thought it would be a great gift for Anna to give her Daddy. She couldn't wait until Christmas morning, she was so excited. He filled it up with all his goodies. Hilarious! I love Christmas with Stephen and the child-like fun he brings to the festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yMIVSHmuoTE/Tvn56lSbyFI/AAAAAAAAE_E/Ie3Gv53fyhI/s1600/mama%2Band%2Bher%2Bgirls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yMIVSHmuoTE/Tvn56lSbyFI/AAAAAAAAE_E/Ie3Gv53fyhI/s400/mama%2Band%2Bher%2Bgirls.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690854388996491346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are blessed to have our Mama. She and Daddy did so well teaching us the real meaning of Christmas and to be thankful no matter what. Gifts are from the heart and love is not measured by money, things or presentation. We are teaching her 5 grandchildren the same thing and it is precious to watch. God is so good to our family in the valley and peaks of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-8369417536621352206?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/8369417536621352206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=8369417536621352206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/8369417536621352206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/8369417536621352206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/12/mamas-family-christmas.html' title='Mama&apos;s Family Christmas'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wW0N_VZx7Do/Tvn8mjI1vkI/AAAAAAAAFAA/Be7kXPfWtI4/s72-c/henry%2Band%2Bme%2Bwith%2Bgifts.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-7238560809304170857</id><published>2011-12-27T10:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T10:52:28.492-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunthood is Bliss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>All Aboard The Choo Choo Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aGkLPjFgMtg/Tvnzh2XmvGI/AAAAAAAAE-8/dbagek15ZB0/s1600/train%2Bfam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aGkLPjFgMtg/Tvnzh2XmvGI/AAAAAAAAE-8/dbagek15ZB0/s400/train%2Bfam.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690847367015087202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all headed "home" for Christmas last week. Riding the train at the park during Christmas is always a fun family outing for us. This year we were so glad it was not as cold as it has been in years past. It was cold enough for it to be festive and that was great. We really are a handsome group. Mama always loves having all of us together at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vG25FoldCYY/Tvnzhrs_AhI/AAAAAAAAE-o/4tMSuZVqRWo/s1600/lee%2B3%2Bat%2Btrain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vG25FoldCYY/Tvnzhrs_AhI/AAAAAAAAE-o/4tMSuZVqRWo/s400/lee%2B3%2Bat%2Btrain.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690847364151968274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry loves a choo choo. He had been looking forward to the train all week. He was so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TGfhjdw1ZE8/TvnzhUU0zYI/AAAAAAAAE-g/AIVlrSX-YX4/s1600/train%2Bfolks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TGfhjdw1ZE8/TvnzhUU0zYI/AAAAAAAAE-g/AIVlrSX-YX4/s400/train%2Bfolks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690847357876620674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Riding the train with family and friends makes Christmas in the Fort so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E5j_pzieOgM/TvnzFWsxL2I/AAAAAAAAE-Q/EtSLfLKt4UU/s1600/anna%2Band%2Bme%2Bon%2Btrain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E5j_pzieOgM/TvnzFWsxL2I/AAAAAAAAE-Q/EtSLfLKt4UU/s400/anna%2Band%2Bme%2Bon%2Btrain.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690846877477580642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna rode with me. I am so blessed to have a beautiful niece who loves me like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_fwlWnrQtwU/TvnzE7WhcaI/AAAAAAAAE-E/TpE-ZvwGqeg/s1600/henry%2Band%2Bdaddy%2Bon%2Btrain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_fwlWnrQtwU/TvnzE7WhcaI/AAAAAAAAE-E/TpE-ZvwGqeg/s400/henry%2Band%2Bdaddy%2Bon%2Btrain.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690846870136517026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry soaked up all the lights with his Daddy. He smiled the whole way around the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kkakcIm59gY/TvnzEGpUo5I/AAAAAAAAE94/xUDzhVbUsAA/s1600/southerlands.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kkakcIm59gY/TvnzEGpUo5I/AAAAAAAAE94/xUDzhVbUsAA/s400/southerlands.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690846855988290450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going "home" for Christmas is extra special because of the times spent with my best friend and her family. She has the cutest boys...even Sam looks pretty swank with his Christmas beard. (My man grew a Christmas beard also...not sure what all that is about) We were so glad they rode the train with us again this year. We got to go eat at George's and see all sorts of folk after the train ride. Julie also ate at George's with her bff at the same time. It was extra good times, for sure! Anna and Marmie went to McDonald's instead. Anna has Marmie wrapped around her finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FOQo5_ckKL4/TvnzDd6N1RI/AAAAAAAAE9s/-egBjm0v1V4/s1600/southerland%2Bkids%2Band%2Bhenry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FOQo5_ckKL4/TvnzDd6N1RI/AAAAAAAAE9s/-egBjm0v1V4/s400/southerland%2Bkids%2Band%2Bhenry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690846845053293842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the train and George's we went to have a sleepover with Melissa and her boys. Henry loves all these boys...and so do we! We had a fun time visiting with Melissa and Sam and watching the boys run through their house. Melissa is such a fine hostess, just like her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BxqYUOLb9Wo/TvnzC_naqHI/AAAAAAAAE9g/4MYXvBQihzs/s1600/henry%2Band%2Bluke.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 377px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BxqYUOLb9Wo/TvnzC_naqHI/AAAAAAAAE9g/4MYXvBQihzs/s400/henry%2Band%2Bluke.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690846836921378930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luke and Henry are 5 months apart and so super cute in their footed pajamas. I can't wait to see these two grow up alongside one another. What a blessing it is to have God give us these sweet children. Christmas is so much brighter with all these little people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-7238560809304170857?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/7238560809304170857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=7238560809304170857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/7238560809304170857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/7238560809304170857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-aboard-choo-choo-train.html' title='All Aboard The Choo Choo Train'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aGkLPjFgMtg/Tvnzh2XmvGI/AAAAAAAAE-8/dbagek15ZB0/s72-c/train%2Bfam.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-1163636359759682866</id><published>2011-12-26T14:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T16:04:18.285-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Snapshots</title><content type='html'>Christmas means getting in the truck and traveling to see family who live afar. Sharing the season with them is what makes this special season so special. Here is a snapshot of what our travels looked like Christmas weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t-OKs-nPUI8/Tvo5PptrwsI/AAAAAAAAFE8/5eyHYNDiosk/s1600/jules%2Band%2Bme%2Bwith%2Bkids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t-OKs-nPUI8/Tvo5PptrwsI/AAAAAAAAFE8/5eyHYNDiosk/s400/jules%2Band%2Bme%2Bwith%2Bkids.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690924020194329282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama's couch is always a soft place with her girls and their babies on top of it. She loves having us all there with her. It is one of my favorite times. We have been blessed to do it a few times this year. Having the kids all together at Mama's makes memories that will last them a lifetime. Julie's kids are at the age where each time together is marked in their memory bank. I cherish these sweet times so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0GsQ5cFHbmE/TvozOB7aflI/AAAAAAAAFEw/6VE8Vr8mXyo/s1600/julie%2Band%2Bme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0GsQ5cFHbmE/TvozOB7aflI/AAAAAAAAFEw/6VE8Vr8mXyo/s400/julie%2Band%2Bme.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690917395264863826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love any excuse to spend time with my sister. Being at Mama's makes that time extra special. We love to laugh at the same things and we have the same outlook on life for the most part. I love sharing history with her. We know each other better than anyone. Doing life with her is the best. We sometimes look nothing alike but I think in this picture we look a lot alike. I am always fond of our hair looking alike. If only the world only knew looking alike is a treat for us. I love osmosis and Jesus for making us alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Le_iI7b78Xc/TvozNKAtPGI/AAAAAAAAFEY/PVCLIDZx7nw/s1600/anna%2Band%2Bme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Le_iI7b78Xc/TvozNKAtPGI/AAAAAAAAFEY/PVCLIDZx7nw/s400/anna%2Band%2Bme.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690917380254678114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my pretty girl. Sissy is my prissy gift from above. Having her brings such softness to our family full of boys. Who knew our all girl family would become dominated by boys. Granny must laugh from above at the boys that run about down here. I am so glad Anna is here to share all of our family traditions with. She will carry them on, without a doubt. I love this pretty girl to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7imEoOiNvZk/Tvox6WC6z3I/AAAAAAAAFEA/sVsXuFN700M/s1600/henry%2Band%2Bstephen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7imEoOiNvZk/Tvox6WC6z3I/AAAAAAAAFEA/sVsXuFN700M/s400/henry%2Band%2Bstephen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690915957556039538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you ask Stephen who his favorite nephew is he has to say Henry. It is all he has. If you ask Henry who his favorite uncle is he will have to say "bruder Steben" because it is all he has. I love that these two are stuck together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cyoPx1Hu8Qs/Tvox5tQRE7I/AAAAAAAAFDk/dS6jnzurjJY/s400/mawmaw%2Band%2Bus.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690915946606171058" border="0" /&gt;Being with our only living grandmother is precious times. We have seen her several times this year and that is rare for us with her living in a different state and us all living in different places here in state. I have loved each hug and laugh with her this year. She is a wealth of wisdom and love. We become better women with each moment we spend with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-npQDCiNDMjo/Tvox7oSyYgI/AAAAAAAAFEI/28liF84r_N4/s1600/skutt%2Bgirls%2Bwith%2Bmen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-npQDCiNDMjo/Tvox7oSyYgI/AAAAAAAAFEI/28liF84r_N4/s400/skutt%2Bgirls%2Bwith%2Bmen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690915979634303490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being all grown up with my sister and our men folk is so nice. I remember the days of wishing and hoping and now those days are here. What a funny picture and what funny times we have. I love the way we love each other in sunshine and rain and we are always there to lift the other one up. We rejoice in the happy times and cry together in the sad times. Life is so much sweeter because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5xqLYrbuWBQ/TvoxTxVjEII/AAAAAAAAFDM/jNhyuWX4c-k/s1600/boys%2Bwith%2Bcj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5xqLYrbuWBQ/TvoxTxVjEII/AAAAAAAAFDM/jNhyuWX4c-k/s400/boys%2Bwith%2Bcj.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690915294867034242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharing love with Randall's grandmother is also part of what we do at Christmas. Randall's maternal family is quite a bit different than mine, yet they love in the way that works for them. We may not see his Grandmama all that much, but we make a point to go and see her at Christmas. The visits are short but to her they last a year. Henry will know her and she will know him and that makes Randall's big heart happy...and in turn makes mine happy. I think the smile on Grandmama's face speaks novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rdh1aqwpNlI/TvoxTk2iAqI/AAAAAAAAFDA/BJ4if4d1MJ0/s1600/tim%2Band%2Babby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rdh1aqwpNlI/TvoxTk2iAqI/AAAAAAAAFDA/BJ4if4d1MJ0/s400/tim%2Band%2Babby.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690915291515716258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Christmas hug from my favorite hillbilly is always a treat when we go visit Randall's Grandmama. Randall's uncle makes me laugh like no one else. Tim is a funny, funny man and is a true teddy bear. We were both blessed to have married into the family. We stick together! He makes me laugh and laughing is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Qh4mcAHh7Q/TvoxUCsoXtI/AAAAAAAAFDY/RcSK3zc17bA/s1600/henry%2Basleep.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Qh4mcAHh7Q/TvoxUCsoXtI/AAAAAAAAFDY/RcSK3zc17bA/s400/henry%2Basleep.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690915299527253714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the visiting has wore my little present opener out! We have Skutt Family Christmas still to go. It is cousins, grandparents, gifts and kisses all over again, little buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-1163636359759682866?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/1163636359759682866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=1163636359759682866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/1163636359759682866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/1163636359759682866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-snapshots.html' title='Christmas Snapshots'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t-OKs-nPUI8/Tvo5PptrwsI/AAAAAAAAFE8/5eyHYNDiosk/s72-c/jules%2Band%2Bme%2Bwith%2Bkids.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-4390065913165095524</id><published>2011-12-25T17:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T17:00:01.456-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays and More'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>Our Very Own Christmas Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/TRT_qtG9krI/AAAAAAAADcg/FaxFfrD-vGo/s1600/daddy%2Band%2Bgirls.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554345349583049394" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/TRT_qtG9krI/AAAAAAAADcg/FaxFfrD-vGo/s320/daddy%2Band%2Bgirls.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I posted this photo on purpose...Daddy is no longer a Rebel fan since they gave Houston the boot. He doesn't read this much anymore so he won't know unless someone tells him...don't tell him!   This photo was taken at my house in Mississippi. Sweet and skinny times :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Abby)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/TRT_qtG9krI/AAAAAAAADcg/FaxFfrD-vGo/s1600/daddy%2Band%2Bgirls.bmp"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Today  is our heavenly father's birthday and we celebrate big..real big! It is  also our earthly father's birthday. Our grandmother had a baby on  Christmas. I can't imagine how incredible and inconvenient that must  have been for her. Our Daddy shares a birthday with Jesus and Barbara  Mandrel (Yes, we are reminded of this every year...all our lives we have  heard this). We always have a little pity for him because everyone sort  of forgets about him to praise Jesus. He loves Jesus also, so he looks  past it. Bless him. He usually gets robbed in the presents department  too. It is always easy to wrap one gift in blue paper and call it a  birthday gift (not that we have ever done that....just sayin). Poor old  man!  We are so glad Wilma had him all those years ago on this super  special day. It does have to be pretty cool to know you share a birthday  with Jesus!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/TRT_qtG9krI/AAAAAAAADcg/FaxFfrD-vGo/s1600/daddy%2Band%2Bgirls.bmp"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday, Daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your girls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-4390065913165095524?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/4390065913165095524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-y0_wNPSOaw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-3587265384762204888</id><published>2011-12-24T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T07:00:09.974-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>It's Ho Ho Ho Time</title><content type='html'>Just because.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tXi-ldamURA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-2373633907984494489</id><published>2011-12-23T07:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T07:00:12.049-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Food Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pjZRbc_dD1E/Tu9q2O-642I/AAAAAAAAE6k/z3PNQK6-3RY/s1600/henry%2Bin%2Brudolph%2Blongall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pjZRbc_dD1E/Tu9q2O-642I/AAAAAAAAE6k/z3PNQK6-3RY/s400/henry%2Bin%2Brudolph%2Blongall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687882334359708514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Christmas cutie has lots of fun teachers and friends that needed some Christmas goodies from our kitchen. So, Mama got to work and we made some fun things to take to church and school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v2yk-KHVX38/Tu9q1_4P6nI/AAAAAAAAE6c/M-oBoLt-978/s1600/reindeer%2Bpops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v2yk-KHVX38/Tu9q1_4P6nI/AAAAAAAAE6c/M-oBoLt-978/s400/reindeer%2Bpops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687882330305194610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made these for his friends at church and his former teachers at daycare.&lt;br /&gt;You take a Nutter Butter and dip it in chocolate bark and sit it on wax paper with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Popsicle&lt;/span&gt; stick on the back. Place mini chocolate chips for the eyes and a red hot for the nose. Break a round pretzel in half for the antlers. I put them in small clear bags and closed them with ribbon. They were so cute and so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBz57Y_vOAI/Tu9q1J1QKxI/AAAAAAAAE6U/SnXOeDQ0u3k/s1600/smores%2Band%2Bsuch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBz57Y_vOAI/Tu9q1J1QKxI/AAAAAAAAE6U/SnXOeDQ0u3k/s400/smores%2Band%2Bsuch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687882315797113618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;smores&lt;/span&gt; kits for his friends at school and to add to our neighbors &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt; tins. The card attached said, "Have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SMORE&lt;/span&gt; fun this Christmas! Love, Henry". We put a snowman Peep in the clear bag with 2 graham cracker squares and a small Hershey bar. I tied them off with ribbon and attached the little card by punching a hole in it and running it through the ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry will miss his party at school this week due to our travels, but I wanted him to have something to give to his friends anyway. He loves his little school friends so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DU-UuU-3Sn4/TvH0qnLtOhI/AAAAAAAAE9U/znPx6_wM-WU/s1600/candy%2Bwrappers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DU-UuU-3Sn4/TvH0qnLtOhI/AAAAAAAAE9U/znPx6_wM-WU/s400/candy%2Bwrappers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688596817255414290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because I was tapped out in creativity and time after making teacher gifts and our annual holiday candy to give neighbors and family, I gave my pals at work these wrapped candy boxes for little Christmas happies. I got the $1 movie candy boxes and wrapped them with this cute little wrapper I found on Pinterest. It was easy, cheap and made them smile...bingo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B3fklpm8nk4/Tu9q0007FCI/AAAAAAAAE6E/JCbPvurBDBY/s1600/headed%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bpark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B3fklpm8nk4/Tu9q0007FCI/AAAAAAAAE6E/JCbPvurBDBY/s400/headed%2Bto%2Bthe%2Bpark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687882310158586914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little foodie has been so busy getting ready for Santa. He and his Daddy went to shake some of their wiggles out at the park. We made Henry wear his ski bibs because it was so cold. He looked like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ralphie's&lt;/span&gt; brother on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas Story &lt;/span&gt;after we added his jacket and gloves. Sweet little Henry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Food Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-2373633907984494489?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/2373633907984494489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=2373633907984494489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/2373633907984494489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/2373633907984494489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/12/food-friday.html' title='Food Friday'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pjZRbc_dD1E/Tu9q2O-642I/AAAAAAAAE6k/z3PNQK6-3RY/s72-c/henry%2Bin%2Brudolph%2Blongall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-5259510516876887492</id><published>2011-12-22T07:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T07:00:04.471-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samuel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aunthood is Bliss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Beavers Academy Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>Julie sent photos from the Beavers Academy Christmas party and like a good sister and aunt I have to post them for all to see. The children in her school are 4 of my most favorite children in the whole wide world.  Watching how they do school is always so  much fun. Their school administrator, teacher and nurse rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-63UWahjgtyw/TvDQLEGNj9I/AAAAAAAAE8w/ZY5nqG76SKQ/s1600/ba%2Bkids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-63UWahjgtyw/TvDQLEGNj9I/AAAAAAAAE8w/ZY5nqG76SKQ/s400/ba%2Bkids.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688275217865871314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beavers Academy had a school Christmas party. Isn't the student body adorable?! The handsome teenage student had just gotten in from duck hunting. The look alike students&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had been playing in the ditch and the prissy student was still lounging in her pajamas. I love the students at Beavers Academy, don't you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9zokjmtzKH0/TvDQLaP_2dI/AAAAAAAAE9I/o9KGPqqAxmw/s1600/ba%2Bspread.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9zokjmtzKH0/TvDQLaP_2dI/AAAAAAAAE9I/o9KGPqqAxmw/s400/ba%2Bspread.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688275223812495826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Their party spread looked so yummy. They went to a lot of effort with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cheeseball&lt;/span&gt; and celery boats, etc. The student body at BA has a great home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ec&lt;/span&gt; teacher, that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fo'sho&lt;/span&gt;! The Skittles on the Christmas plate is my favorite dish of all. The little grin on that face in the background is the best part of this picture though. I heart that face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hJG6TQuaTCc/TvDQLMoXvqI/AAAAAAAAE84/d71b4WwdQG8/s1600/ba%2Bfloat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hJG6TQuaTCc/TvDQLMoXvqI/AAAAAAAAE84/d71b4WwdQG8/s400/ba%2Bfloat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688275220156628642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The party ended with root beer floats made by Daniel. Anna Kathryn sure is a cutie enjoying her float at the Beavers Academy Christmas party. What fun their beautiful mother has with them at their home school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Aunt Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-5259510516876887492?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/5259510516876887492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=5259510516876887492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/5259510516876887492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/5259510516876887492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/12/beavers-academy-christmas-party.html' title='Beavers Academy Christmas Party'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-63UWahjgtyw/TvDQLEGNj9I/AAAAAAAAE8w/ZY5nqG76SKQ/s72-c/ba%2Bkids.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-3246356264356768963</id><published>2011-12-21T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T07:00:00.466-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays and More'/><title type='text'>Happy Hollye Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I2i5nHg3ACU/Tu9pGszhWMI/AAAAAAAAE54/pqpEDBDYy9o/s1600/hollye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I2i5nHg3ACU/Tu9pGszhWMI/AAAAAAAAE54/pqpEDBDYy9o/s400/hollye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687880418219612354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is our cousin Hollye's birthday today. She was born at Christmas so she of course has to be named Hollye. I love that Aunt Babs added an E to dress it up and make it unique.&lt;br /&gt;Hollye is an only child and is more like a sister to us than a cousin. As we get older we learn to appreciate this bond we share more and more. She is one of my most favorite people on this earth and I love being able to wish her a happy, happy day for all to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We love you, Moose!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-3246356264356768963?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/3246356264356768963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=3246356264356768963&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/3246356264356768963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/3246356264356768963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-hollye-day.html' title='Happy Hollye Day'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I2i5nHg3ACU/Tu9pGszhWMI/AAAAAAAAE54/pqpEDBDYy9o/s72-c/hollye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-2034058123334424165</id><published>2011-12-20T09:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T09:43:52.311-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>A Zoo Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Aot04vIBwok/TvCnafCrFXI/AAAAAAAAE7E/-uZTPSF3RQ4/s1600/zoo%2Blights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Aot04vIBwok/TvCnafCrFXI/AAAAAAAAE7E/-uZTPSF3RQ4/s400/zoo%2Blights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688230402820085106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to Zoo Lights in Memphis the other night after work. We decided at lunch that day that it was a good night to take Henry, so off we went.  We love Memphis. It is where we fell in love. We tried to tell Henry about it as we drove over the "new" bridge on the way to the zoo. It was dark so the bridge and all of downtown was aglow. Henry looked out of his window, smiled, waved and said "Hi Mepis" and quickly turned back to his "Beggie Bales" video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1apy2G5RFfc/TvCnblDFFiI/AAAAAAAAE7o/w0ZzDMnfrDY/s1600/zoo%2Blights%2B-%2Bh%2Band%2Br.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1apy2G5RFfc/TvCnblDFFiI/AAAAAAAAE7o/w0ZzDMnfrDY/s400/zoo%2Blights%2B-%2Bh%2Band%2Br.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688230421612271138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Randall and I went to Zoo Lights in our previous life....before H and before we moved to Arkansas. We always build it up to be bigger than it is and every year we go to it we find ourselves saying "is this it?!". That is how traditions are though I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wy4HNZmAf0/TvCnbGgra4I/AAAAAAAAE7c/-kyk_7C5VOI/s1600/zoo%2Blights%2B-%2Bh%2Band%2Bme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wy4HNZmAf0/TvCnbGgra4I/AAAAAAAAE7c/-kyk_7C5VOI/s400/zoo%2Blights%2B-%2Bh%2Band%2Bme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688230413414919042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last year Henry was not having any of it. In fact, we took a photo at this same spot last year and it was the beginning of a major melt down. We were so proud of him this time. He did not cry all night. He is such a big boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqmr-NsLGpU/TvCnaq9QIcI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/_GmsV0A3PEQ/s1600/zoo%2Blights%2B-%2Bh%2Bwith%2Blights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqmr-NsLGpU/TvCnaq9QIcI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/_GmsV0A3PEQ/s400/zoo%2Blights%2B-%2Bh%2Bwith%2Blights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688230406018572738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He wanted to run and touch the lights. I love that he is sitting in front of "world"  because he is my whole world! When I tell him to smile and say "cheese" he always sits down. It is kind of funny. That is what happened here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AsMf6igvHKQ/TvCncTAWdII/AAAAAAAAE70/KQPDF135Xeg/s1600/zoo%2Blights%2B-%2Bhippo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AsMf6igvHKQ/TvCncTAWdII/AAAAAAAAE70/KQPDF135Xeg/s400/zoo%2Blights%2B-%2Bhippo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688230433948857474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we take him to the zoo he always spots the playground and says "I want pay" over and over. This time we stopped and let him "pay". He loved the little hippo until a little girl came and tried to take it over. We had to say "bye bye mr. hippo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OVpUdLgMAFE/TvCn9-JrvPI/AAAAAAAAE8Y/MlVdQw5Txws/s1600/zoo%2Blights%2Bh%2Band%2Br%2B%2Bpulling%2Beyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OVpUdLgMAFE/TvCn9-JrvPI/AAAAAAAAE8Y/MlVdQw5Txws/s400/zoo%2Blights%2Bh%2Band%2Br%2B%2Bpulling%2Beyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688231012466408690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These two boys are such a cute mess. Henry loves riding on his daddy's shoulders and pulling on his hat. Henry had spotted Santa and the reindeer on a roof and was beginning to yell "roof!"...not "Santa" as you would expect, but "roof" instead. Oh, Henry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fhUWE_OCTP0/TvCn9T2CaII/AAAAAAAAE8M/1jGnOT1ytT4/s1600/zoo%2Blights%2B-%2Bh%2Band%2Bme%2Bwith%2Bdeer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fhUWE_OCTP0/TvCn9T2CaII/AAAAAAAAE8M/1jGnOT1ytT4/s400/zoo%2Blights%2B-%2Bh%2Band%2Bme%2Bwith%2Bdeer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688231001109719170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Festive fun with my baby makes my heart extra happy. I love making memories and building traditions with our little buddy. Do you like my pink hat? My Meemaw bought it for me at Ann Taylor when I was in college. I have not worn it in several years. I thought of her all night while in Memphis at Christmastime wearing that hat. Sweet memories for sure. She has been gone for 10 years this coming February but I sometimes miss her like it was just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WWeLUI-jqxQ/TvCn9AE9KMI/AAAAAAAAE8A/b7F_y0c2_0Y/s1600/zoo%2Blights%2B-%2Bh%2Bon%2Bplayground.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WWeLUI-jqxQ/TvCn9AE9KMI/AAAAAAAAE8A/b7F_y0c2_0Y/s400/zoo%2Blights%2B-%2Bh%2Bon%2Bplayground.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688230995803580610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry is one big boy in his jeans, peacoat and boots. What a cute little raccoon headed  boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c2NK0cod7wY/TvCn-SADHxI/AAAAAAAAE8k/DIM6GPqhBsI/s1600/zoo%2Blights%2B-%2Br%2Bfunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c2NK0cod7wY/TvCn-SADHxI/AAAAAAAAE8k/DIM6GPqhBsI/s400/zoo%2Blights%2B-%2Br%2Bfunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688231017794707218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Christmas to me. So many things are Christmas to me. This is one of them. I love my husband's ability to make me laugh and my Henry's ability to make me swell up with Mama pride. What a fun outing we had in Memphis at the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-2034058123334424165?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/2034058123334424165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=2034058123334424165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/2034058123334424165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/2034058123334424165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/12/zoo-christmas.html' title='A Zoo Christmas'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Aot04vIBwok/TvCnafCrFXI/AAAAAAAAE7E/-uZTPSF3RQ4/s72-c/zoo%2Blights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-3592361825247070722</id><published>2011-12-19T08:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T10:19:28.576-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>Christmas Week Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OkYWbA0WciM/Tu9baJ3lXFI/AAAAAAAAE5s/PK-XnDndo8Y/s1600/christmas%2Bwith%2BRanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OkYWbA0WciM/Tu9baJ3lXFI/AAAAAAAAE5s/PK-XnDndo8Y/s400/christmas%2Bwith%2BRanda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687865359276006482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We started the Christmas family festivities this past weekend at our house with Randall's mother. We had fun watching Henry open his presents. Being a parent is so much fun at Christmastime. Watching his face light up is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uy58lp9991Y/Tu9bZ7HlXdI/AAAAAAAAE5g/KUblWoB3qJc/s1600/henry%2Bon%2Bscooter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uy58lp9991Y/Tu9bZ7HlXdI/AAAAAAAAE5g/KUblWoB3qJc/s400/henry%2Bon%2Bscooter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687865355316583890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nonnie&lt;/span&gt; got him this scooter. It plays music and that is his favorite part.  He stands on it and dances. Henry got knee pads, elbow pads, gloves and a helmet to go with it so he will be street legal! :) That gracious little smile is the best part of the whole thing. I adore this sweet boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iOb7PzvUhq8/Tu9bY8Yhm7I/AAAAAAAAE5U/wFwbjdDCQ98/s1600/henry%2Band%2Branda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iOb7PzvUhq8/Tu9bY8Yhm7I/AAAAAAAAE5U/wFwbjdDCQ98/s400/henry%2Band%2Branda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687865338476207026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were glad to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nonnie&lt;/span&gt; come to our house and share Christmas with her. Henry tried to save some of his Christmas kisses for all the others who are eager to take them from him this coming week...bless his heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LP6FRXsvTgE/Tu9bYuvkOuI/AAAAAAAAE5I/MxKqIftIRY8/s1600/henry%2Bin%2B2%2Bpiece%2Bpjs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LP6FRXsvTgE/Tu9bYuvkOuI/AAAAAAAAE5I/MxKqIftIRY8/s400/henry%2Bin%2B2%2Bpiece%2Bpjs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687865334814751458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry is so funny. He found these 2 handheld games of his Daddy's in a box in the toy cabinet. He thinks they are cellphones. He talks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Marmie&lt;/span&gt; on one and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Juju&lt;/span&gt; on the other, at the same time. So precious.  He is ready to see his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Marms&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ju&lt;/span&gt; this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-3592361825247070722?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/3592361825247070722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=3592361825247070722&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/3592361825247070722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/3592361825247070722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-week-begins.html' title='Christmas Week Begins'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OkYWbA0WciM/Tu9baJ3lXFI/AAAAAAAAE5s/PK-XnDndo8Y/s72-c/christmas%2Bwith%2BRanda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-5444545054438651486</id><published>2011-12-18T07:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T07:00:02.609-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>This IS Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/M_eoUx9e6TI" frameborder="0" width="420" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song makes my insides smile. I think the feeling this song evokes is truly Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I was able to meet the sweet person that is lending Julie's family a home as they transition into their new ministry. She moved to my town with her husband, who also serves the Lord in ministry. I hunted her down and went to her work with a plant in one hand and a card in another. She had no idea who I was and I had no idea who she was. I only knew her name. No one knew I was going and I had no idea where I was going. I just felt the urge to go, so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how the love of Jesus suddenly bonds two people in just a simple introduction. She cried, I cried, we hugged, we laughed and we shared our love for my sister. I tear up typing this. It is such a comfort to know that there are good, Godly people who listen and obey, and step out on a limb to help those who are suffering for the kingdom. I am not in the ministry. I have a sister who is and I had grandparents who were. From them I have learned that it is truly a calling and not for the weak of heart. The sacrifice these people make to share the message of Jesus so often goes unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas I am seeing Christmas in action for my own family, and I thank God for it. What an amazing gift to my soul. We are usually the ones giving and not receiving. Julie will admit it is a real jolt to the soul to be on the receiving end. She is precious. I love my sister, if you didn't already know that! I was getting a little jaded and I can honestly say watching Julie go through this and receiving from the kindness of others has softened me in a great way. This IS Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Julie can one day share the ins and outs of this journey with you. She is not able to do that right now, but I assure you she is filled with joy, wearing a smile and always has a laugh for me when we chat. Keep praying for them and she will be blogging again as soon as she is able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-5444545054438651486?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/5444545054438651486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=5444545054438651486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/5444545054438651486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/5444545054438651486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-christmas.html' title='This IS Christmas'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/M_eoUx9e6TI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-1854792633895296266</id><published>2011-12-17T07:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T07:00:02.515-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>Creative Christmas Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ydSazQMgdQ/Tuoe3UItpJI/AAAAAAAAE24/MrxV_ouM5sk/s1600/henry%2Blee%2B-%2Bho%2Bho%2Bho%2Bshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ydSazQMgdQ/Tuoe3UItpJI/AAAAAAAAE24/MrxV_ouM5sk/s400/henry%2Blee%2B-%2Bho%2Bho%2Bho%2Bshirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686391415155565714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little cutie has 3 teachers at school and 2 at church. So, we got out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cricut&lt;/span&gt; and made them some fun gifts. Actually, he was snoozing away in his bed and I was upstairs in the office making the gifts watching In The Kitchen with David on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;QVC&lt;/span&gt;...because I just love that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flamboyant&lt;/span&gt; man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RzY5CB0B5E8/Tuoe2yhpylI/AAAAAAAAE2s/SXRBjgeVhl0/s1600/teacher%2Bgifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RzY5CB0B5E8/Tuoe2yhpylI/AAAAAAAAE2s/SXRBjgeVhl0/s400/teacher%2Bgifts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686391406133365330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the finished products. It was so much fun and super easy. I see all these girls going into the business of creating products for people with their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cricut&lt;/span&gt; and making a killing. He is a little word of wisdom...just go buy a machine and do it yourself. It is SUPER easy and very cost effective. The machine I have is the smallest one and it does all I would ever need it to do. It is so much fun and easy clean up. That is the best kind of craft if you ask me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you made anything fun this season? It is such a fun time to craft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. Thank you for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cricut&lt;/span&gt;, Jules! There is a gift for you in this photo so don't look at it too hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-1854792633895296266?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/1854792633895296266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=1854792633895296266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/1854792633895296266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/1854792633895296266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/12/creative-christmas-fun.html' title='Creative Christmas Fun'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7ydSazQMgdQ/Tuoe3UItpJI/AAAAAAAAE24/MrxV_ouM5sk/s72-c/henry%2Blee%2B-%2Bho%2Bho%2Bho%2Bshirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-6956636367373525731</id><published>2011-12-16T07:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T21:25:23.993-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Card  Cheer</title><content type='html'>Don't you love Christmas cards?! I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a photo card every year. I wish I had all 9 of them all on the computer to share with you, but I don't. They are fun to look at each year in our Christmas card book. The first year we had a photo from our wedding and through the years we have taken them in front of our tree, on vacation, in front and inside of our home, and at random photo shoots with our star photographer Lindsey. They tell our story and hopefully the joy we share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zjt_6nHexYI/Tukfv8mLCfI/AAAAAAAAE2g/2M5TTEhBVhQ/s1600/AbbyChristmas-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686110913112508914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zjt_6nHexYI/Tukfv8mLCfI/AAAAAAAAE2g/2M5TTEhBVhQ/s400/AbbyChristmas-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our 2011 card. We had 2 cute ones we sent out. This one was Randall's favorite. He loves Tartan plaid. I do too. Coming up with a verse to express our year and the joy of Jesus is always my favorite part of designing the card. Picking out the pictures runs a close second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qxGb4k8yJg/TukaXT04ybI/AAAAAAAAE2I/6xzumbVuI84/s1600/IMG_4539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686104992293374386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4qxGb4k8yJg/TukaXT04ybI/AAAAAAAAE2I/6xzumbVuI84/s400/IMG_4539.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the back of our card this year. The past 2 years we have included a photo on the back that can be placed in a 5x7 frame for the 3 people who might want to frame us! We send about 100 cards each year and look forward to it all year long. Oh, I am also one of those people who includes a letter with her card. I did it even before Henry came along. I didn't do it last year for various reasons and got scolded by many. So this year I pinned a letter about our year and I must say that I feel much more complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love to receive Christmas cards. My memo board in my kitchen is filling up with them and it excites me. I clean it off each year after Thanksgiving to get ready for the new ones I hope to receive. I get them from all sorts of folk - childhood friends, family, my parents friends, college friends, adult friends both near and far, professional friends, church friends and the organizations we support. I must say it is one of my most favorite Christmas traditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Merry Christmas from my cute boys and me!&lt;br /&gt;Abby &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-6956636367373525731?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/6956636367373525731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=6956636367373525731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/6956636367373525731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/6956636367373525731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-card-cheer.html' title='Christmas Card  Cheer'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zjt_6nHexYI/Tukfv8mLCfI/AAAAAAAAE2g/2M5TTEhBVhQ/s72-c/AbbyChristmas-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-4481141312886389454</id><published>2011-12-15T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T15:41:46.074-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog hop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>The Little Elf's Tour Of Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-my32_JKm9v0/Tuoip2_vnBI/AAAAAAAAE48/MX5BOrEDoQg/s1600/elf%2Boutfit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-my32_JKm9v0/Tuoip2_vnBI/AAAAAAAAE48/MX5BOrEDoQg/s400/elf%2Boutfit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686395582041529362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little elf is excited to show you his Christmas house. Isn't his excited face funny?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ObF78h68fbQ/Tuoiovxg07I/AAAAAAAAE40/tkf5W2gQGwo/s1600/living%2Broom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ObF78h68fbQ/Tuoiovxg07I/AAAAAAAAE40/tkf5W2gQGwo/s400/living%2Broom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686395562922922930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our living room. It is always fun to decorate because there is endless options and lots of room. We also do not use this room every day so it can have the breakables in it since our little elf likes to touch, feel and throw these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RhxajjadhVo/TuoioDsZOjI/AAAAAAAAE4k/KbPRgGJXdzE/s1600/tree-%2Bliving%2Broom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RhxajjadhVo/TuoioDsZOjI/AAAAAAAAE4k/KbPRgGJXdzE/s400/tree-%2Bliving%2Broom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686395551090293298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our living room tree is such a fun addition to our decor. We had it for the first time last year. The elf's Nana gave it to us because she said our front window needed a tree in it really bad. So, here it is. I like to make it sassy and fun since I prefer a traditional family tree in our den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5rZ3GeH3MA/TuoinQD0alI/AAAAAAAAE4Y/UMVqBGpFKEs/s1600/living%2Broom%2Bmantle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H5rZ3GeH3MA/TuoinQD0alI/AAAAAAAAE4Y/UMVqBGpFKEs/s400/living%2Broom%2Bmantle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686395537229900370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to put my nutcrackers up high this year. They look kind of funny up that high but in order to have them for years to come, I had to shield them from the elf's reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FG3rqR4kdnk/Tuoim-Vw7kI/AAAAAAAAE4M/8cef2Tq3GBU/s1600/dining%2Broom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FG3rqR4kdnk/Tuoim-Vw7kI/AAAAAAAAE4M/8cef2Tq3GBU/s400/dining%2Broom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686395532473331266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have a forest of trees and a garland wrapped light fixture in the dining room that both make me smile. Our little elf loves eating in here instead of at the bar and that too makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YrSb0rNkrvM/Tuoh_Y6twDI/AAAAAAAAE4A/h8ZjYlTiGYk/s1600/den.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YrSb0rNkrvM/Tuoh_Y6twDI/AAAAAAAAE4A/h8ZjYlTiGYk/s400/den.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686394852412866610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our den is grand central station at our house. It is where we spend most of our time and the door to the garage and Randall's shop is off of this room. It is a wonder it even looks presentable most of the time. I love this dark room of fun and so does our elf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5H5FoI_gkhE/Tuoh-5WIjHI/AAAAAAAAE30/n39g8s92jT8/s1600/tree%2B-%2Bden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5H5FoI_gkhE/Tuoh-5WIjHI/AAAAAAAAE30/n39g8s92jT8/s400/tree%2B-%2Bden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686394843937934450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our family tree. It is truly one of my most favorite things in the whole world. That may sound silly, but it is true. All of our ornaments tell a story of our life before the elf and since the elf. I can laugh and cry looking at this tree. Even Randall enjoys filling this tree up with memories. I would say 1/3 of the ornaments are from him as gifts or from his travels. I have trained him well! We purchase one on every trip, each year we get a dated ornament from the Lights Over The Delta, and if one of us travels to a state or country we have not yet visited we get an ornament representing that state or the reason we traveled there. We also buy one that represents each one of us every year and give it to each other on Christmas Eve. We have childhood ornaments, wedding ornaments, family ornaments, new baby ornaments, and Santa faces...we love Santa. Melissa, Julie and I exchange ornaments with our kids each year. I love that we do that for our kids. They will cherish them when they are grown. I hope their wives cherish them and don't throw them out!!! Anna will help salvage them, hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yn4oue9VIy8/Tuoh-QepDRI/AAAAAAAAE3o/-BbmNWH_-Dw/s1600/stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yn4oue9VIy8/Tuoh-QepDRI/AAAAAAAAE3o/-BbmNWH_-Dw/s400/stairs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686394832967765266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my attempt to decorate the banister with an elf in the house. He is learning to climb the stairs so garland and lights were not an option. I found this idea on Pinterest and used what I had to create these little groupings. I like it. It is simple and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJ9-am2ZM7c/Tuohfw4bqHI/AAAAAAAAE3c/XL9qiOpmw4A/s1600/porch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJ9-am2ZM7c/Tuohfw4bqHI/AAAAAAAAE3c/XL9qiOpmw4A/s400/porch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686394309089929330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our porch is fun. I don't do tons outside. This is about as good as it gets. I did put a Santa hat on the pig after I took this photo. We have lighted deer in our yard and our Razorback sleigh is out with a spotlight on it also. We always put wreaths on each window and the mailbox. It was hard to get a good photo of the house and I also don't like to post too many photos of the outside of my house so you can just imagine what it looks like. I guess we do decorate more outside than I think....anyway, it is pretty. Trust me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bVjnkvDPWCU/TuohfHs3_TI/AAAAAAAAE3Q/-LZdmS6imok/s1600/stockings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bVjnkvDPWCU/TuohfHs3_TI/AAAAAAAAE3Q/-LZdmS6imok/s400/stockings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686394298035600690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stockings are hung by the den chimney with lots of care. My great-grandmother made mine when I was born, I made Randall's and Mama made Henry's. They are not all matchy-matchy like you see in the magazines and I actually really love it. They are true Christmas stockings. My maternal family all has stocking like this. I can go into any of their homes and see this same scene. It make my heart leap a bit. I love that about our group. Mama and Aunt Janet have done well carrying on Granny's touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w4-x-W0_vcs/Tuohe8UFcpI/AAAAAAAAE3E/bHQy9xewPWw/s1600/nativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w4-x-W0_vcs/Tuohe8UFcpI/AAAAAAAAE3E/bHQy9xewPWw/s400/nativity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686394294978835090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After all the glitter is mopped up, the lights burn out and the wreaths fall off the window from a hard wind, we still have Jesus. He is the reason we get all spruced up and festive.  I am so glad I have a little elf in the house who is learning why this special baby is the focus of our celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope you enjoyed the tour!&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-4481141312886389454?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/4481141312886389454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=4481141312886389454&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/4481141312886389454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/4481141312886389454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/12/little-elfs-tour-of-home.html' title='The Little Elf&apos;s Tour Of Home'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-my32_JKm9v0/Tuoip2_vnBI/AAAAAAAAE48/MX5BOrEDoQg/s72-c/elf%2Boutfit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-7506069580505191656</id><published>2011-12-14T07:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T07:00:13.711-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>Santa  Is Watching</title><content type='html'>Henry has learned so much about Christmas at his faith-based school.  He  is learning about the real meaning of Christmas, yet he is also   learning the whimsical fun of Christmas. It is so true when   they say from out of the mouth the heart speaks.  Henry is an open  book  and it is so entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry will often say "Santa  Watch'n"  when he gets in trouble. He will also see a picture of Santa  and say,  "Santa Caus com'n town". When I ask him what Santa says he  goes, "Ho Ho  Ho. Merry Istmis"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Henry is a feisty little two year old boy, he sometimes has to go to Mrs. Debbie's office at school for misbehaving. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(He has not been in 2 weeks and I am such a proud Mama!)&lt;/span&gt; She is the director and loved by all. I think he sometimes wants to go see her so he acts ugly on purpose! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(they all go to her office...so don't sit there at your screen thinking my Henry is a hellion!)&lt;/span&gt;   Anyway, he always feels ashamed when he goes, hangs his head, covers   his eyes with his hands, shakes his head, cries and says "Deb-E Obis".  It makes my heart break and laugh at the same time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-knNkYDk4jOE/TueEhDQcw8I/AAAAAAAAE1w/qNtM7VCPrQE/s1600/santa%2Bon%2Bphone.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 368px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-knNkYDk4jOE/TueEhDQcw8I/AAAAAAAAE1w/qNtM7VCPrQE/s400/santa%2Bon%2Bphone.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685658757923390402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  Santa  called our house the other night (My Daddy...he has done it for  all the  grands thus far. It is presh!) and Henry decided to tell all! I  put it  on speaker phone and wish I could have recorded it. Santa asked  Henry  if he has been a good boy and that sweet child of mine tucked his  head  down in the phone and quickly said in a low tone "Deb-E obis" as clear  as a bell.  I could hear Mrs. Claus laughing the background at the North  Pole and Randall and I were in stitches in our den. Henry never smiled and Santa  remained composed through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa then  told him he  shouldn't cry when he sits in his lap like he did over the  weekend.  Henry quickly said "Mama Want Down!"....that is what he  screamed while  in Santa's lap last weekend!!! It was hilarious. My Henry  is a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  Santa is watching and Henry is making sure he does  not keep any  secrets from the jolly old man so he will come visit our  house next  week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Santa Claus IS coming to town, sweet Henry!&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-7506069580505191656?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/7506069580505191656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=7506069580505191656&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/7506069580505191656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/7506069580505191656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/12/santa-is-watching_14.html' title='Santa  Is Watching'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-knNkYDk4jOE/TueEhDQcw8I/AAAAAAAAE1w/qNtM7VCPrQE/s72-c/santa%2Bon%2Bphone.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-4528193296644061030</id><published>2011-12-13T07:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T10:22:35.742-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>"Jesus"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_IjvI_jU4/TuZ1wHhgMyI/AAAAAAAAE1k/qjdrdb-yM1Q/s1600/nativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_IjvI_jU4/TuZ1wHhgMyI/AAAAAAAAE1k/qjdrdb-yM1Q/s400/nativity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685361049115570978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week Henry learned about Mary and Joesph in Sunday School. He heard that an angel came to them both and told them that Mary was having the son of God and his name would be Jesus. The teacher gave us the handouts that went along with the lesson. I can point at Mary and ask Henry, "Who is that, Henry" and he says, 'Mary!" and he points at it. I then say, "What is Mary's baby's name" and he quickly smiles and shouts, "Jesus!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a joy to my mama heart to hear my child say the name above all names, "Jesus" with a grin on his face and in an excited tone. He has no idea what the name means, what joy and hope that name will provide him, nor why he speaks the name with a smile and in a different tone. He will though. He is learning by example and repetition right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing like hearing your child learn about Jesus. Nothing like it, I tell ya. I am counting my blessings that we know the true meaning of this festive season and that we live in a land where we can worship the one, true God. It also makes me thankful for parents who taught me at an early age. What a blessing it is to pass it forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s. Before Henry says "Jesus" he will go "shhh" but it sounds more like a hiss! I think he must be thinking about the baby sleeping. Bless his precious little heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-4528193296644061030?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/4528193296644061030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=4528193296644061030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/4528193296644061030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/4528193296644061030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/12/jesus.html' title='&quot;Jesus&quot;'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8K_IjvI_jU4/TuZ1wHhgMyI/AAAAAAAAE1k/qjdrdb-yM1Q/s72-c/nativity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-3271865491073137248</id><published>2011-12-12T15:13:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T11:15:18.897-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>Oh, Henry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t7x4Dt4Lt4E/TuZwO-n2RQI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/5V74fttU_Cc/s1600/henry%2Bwith%2Bsanta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t7x4Dt4Lt4E/TuZwO-n2RQI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/5V74fttU_Cc/s400/henry%2Bwith%2Bsanta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685354982232442114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday morning I took Henry to breakfast with Santa at another local church in town. It was so much fun and super festive. Henry was SO excited about seeing Santa. He talked about Santa the whole way there and ran to the line when we got there. He tried to climb on stage and cut in line to get to Santa. Once we got up to Santa this is what happened. Poor little buddy!&lt;br /&gt;My friend Carole was taking the photos and she loved it to so much. She is a sassy grandmother and loves the babies. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Sunday morning Ms. Peggy was working the preschool desk as always. She stands up each Sunday and looks over the desk to see how Henry is dressed. She loves our Henry's classic style because she owned the children's clothing store in town for years and respects good style :) Anyway, Peggy then looks at me and says with her sassy self, "I heard about Santa"....News travels fast in J'Town! She tells me that she is in supper club with Carole and she was telling them all about her friend's little Henry and how he cried at the breakfast with Santa. Peggy said she quickly replied, "Are you talking about MY Henry?!" Randall and I laughed on the way to Sunday School  at how Henry is loved by all the ladies in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P0yJY6CXKMM/TuZwOIY1WiI/AAAAAAAAE1M/S_7rwC44vns/s1600/henry%2Bin%2Bsnowman%2Bchair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P0yJY6CXKMM/TuZwOIY1WiI/AAAAAAAAE1M/S_7rwC44vns/s400/henry%2Bin%2Bsnowman%2Bchair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685354967673952802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of style, Isn't Henry so festive in his peacoat and raccoon hat....oh, and that big snowman chair...I almost forgot to mention it?! ha. This chair is always in downtown Manilla at Christmas and we pass it each year on the way to see the Lights Over The Delta. The past 2 years he has been to little too put in the chair, but this year we were able to to put him in the big chair for the first time. It was great, cold fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5d41MDBN6FY/TuZwN6N7UdI/AAAAAAAAE1A/MBc3OyMSzPU/s1600/henry%2Bin%2Bfront%2Bof%2Btree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5d41MDBN6FY/TuZwN6N7UdI/AAAAAAAAE1A/MBc3OyMSzPU/s400/henry%2Bin%2Bfront%2Bof%2Btree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685354963870110162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a few Christmas outings this weekend our little buddy was ready to veg at home by the tree with his "monkey" (blanket). He loves the Sesame Street wrapped packages under the tree and I am now starting to question why I thought buying that paper was a good idea! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's to a festive week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-3271865491073137248?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/3271865491073137248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=3271865491073137248&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/3271865491073137248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/3271865491073137248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-henry.html' title='Oh, Henry!'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t7x4Dt4Lt4E/TuZwO-n2RQI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/5V74fttU_Cc/s72-c/henry%2Bwith%2Bsanta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-515273172551793502</id><published>2011-12-10T07:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T07:00:10.426-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood memories'/><title type='text'>Let Go Caroling...Again</title><content type='html'>Last year I posted &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2010/12/lets-go-caroling.html"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt; to some of my favorite Christmas songs. I suggest you go to that link and enjoy the tunes. Here is David Phelps singing O Holy Night... I adore his version. I just love the music of this festive season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xIdjYQxbTIU" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-515273172551793502?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/515273172551793502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=515273172551793502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/515273172551793502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/515273172551793502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/12/let-go-carolingagain.html' title='Let Go Caroling...Again'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xIdjYQxbTIU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-696854434557020711</id><published>2011-12-09T09:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T10:26:51.668-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ornaments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>Food Friday/Christmas Exchange Party</title><content type='html'>Last night I hosted my annual Christmas Exchange. We exchange cookies and an ornament. It is always a fun, festive time with my girls. I started doing this when we lived in Mississippi and enjoyed it so much I have held the event each year since (except in 2009 when Henry arrived at Christmas).&lt;br /&gt;Every year I have new faces to add to the group and I always count that as a blessing. As you well know, there is never a good date in December where all invited can attend. I am always pleased with the turn out though. Small or large, sweet times at Christmas with friends is always precious. The cookies are always fun and the dirty Santa with the ornaments is always a hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4sbLVVm1PCU/TuIt9-WMhzI/AAAAAAAAE00/ChtffaDP-vA/s1600/cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4sbLVVm1PCU/TuIt9-WMhzI/AAAAAAAAE00/ChtffaDP-vA/s400/cookies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684156222426351410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my signature cookie for this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white ones are 2 Ritz crackers with peanut butter in the middle. They are dipped in almond bark and sprinkled with peppermint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red ones are Oreos dipped in red Wilton melting chocolate and sprinkled with peppermint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3BMr_-A54Lg/TuIt9J-AR3I/AAAAAAAAE0s/t7dJADFcAGs/s1600/red%2Bneck%2Bcaviar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3BMr_-A54Lg/TuIt9J-AR3I/AAAAAAAAE0s/t7dJADFcAGs/s400/red%2Bneck%2Bcaviar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684156208366241650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Red Neck Caviar is always a crowd pleaser. The bowl is always empty at the end of the night. It is so yummy! You take a 2 cans on black-eyed peas, 1 can of mexi corn, 2 cans of rotel and some chopped green onion and put it in a bowl. You pour a bottle of Italian dressing over it with salt, pepper and garlic. You let it sit overnight. Drain the dressing off and serve with corn and tortilla chips. Don't you love the Christmas chips I found at Walmart?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y0xGa3_2Pto/TuIt8yylwiI/AAAAAAAAE0c/3FVFBefn-Xk/s1600/smores%2Bdip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y0xGa3_2Pto/TuIt8yylwiI/AAAAAAAAE0c/3FVFBefn-Xk/s400/smores%2Bdip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684156202144350754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year I attempted Smores dip. It is a bag of semisweet chocolate chips and a can of Eagle Brand melted in the microwave for about 2 minutes....stirring often. Then I put 1/2 a jar of marshmallow creme on top and melt it for about 30 seconds in the microwave. You serve it warm with graham sticks, crackers or teddy grahams like us! I put it in my fondue pot to keep it warm and I do not suggest that. It burned on the bottom because I did not stir it often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1yLxC6iiQA/TuItohbYj9I/AAAAAAAAE0M/ThrdPCvS3rs/s1600/wassail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--1yLxC6iiQA/TuItohbYj9I/AAAAAAAAE0M/ThrdPCvS3rs/s400/wassail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684155853886230482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wassail is a  must. This is a family recipe and a staple at Christmas for all our little gatherings. It is apple juice, orange juice, pineapple juice, lemon juice and sugar. You simmer until it reaches a boil and add cinnamon sticks. It is way yummy and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V3hjWjtPgs8/TuItoARe00I/AAAAAAAAE0A/6kGzE6dC-Zg/s1600/stacy%252C%2Bemily%252C%2B%2Bbetsey%252C%2Bnorenda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V3hjWjtPgs8/TuItoARe00I/AAAAAAAAE0A/6kGzE6dC-Zg/s400/stacy%252C%2Bemily%252C%2B%2Bbetsey%252C%2Bnorenda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684155844986327874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stacy, Emily, me, Betsey and Norenda are some of my sweet friends who came to the party. I love that my church friends, club friends, work friends and neighbor friends can all come together in one group. What a treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zvkRFbbaT10/TuItnkrufOI/AAAAAAAAEz0/wMLiQXpMlg4/s1600/meagan%252C%2Belizabeth%252C%2Bsara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zvkRFbbaT10/TuItnkrufOI/AAAAAAAAEz0/wMLiQXpMlg4/s400/meagan%252C%2Belizabeth%252C%2Bsara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684155837580213474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meagan, me, Elizabeth and Sara are super sweet girls. Sometimes I wonder why God gifts me with such wonderful friends. I truly don't deserve such happy, Godly people in my life, but I am so glad I have them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zqte1-1uHVo/TuItm4QVl8I/AAAAAAAAEzo/_a2y-ESe-Cc/s1600/candace%252C%2Bleslie%252C%2Bamie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zqte1-1uHVo/TuItm4QVl8I/AAAAAAAAEzo/_a2y-ESe-Cc/s400/candace%252C%2Bleslie%252C%2Bamie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684155825654175682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candace, Leslie, me and Amie keeping it real in the kitchen. It always makes me laugh that there are two sitting rooms in my house and no one goes in them....we just stay in the kitchen! Candace hid the tree that I won at the employee party (previous post) and had a plot to steal it and take it to work the next day but she got cold feet and hid it in a cabinet instead. Leslie won the ornament I gave. Her face was priceless when she opened it. She is my polar opposite and the ornament was all me. I am still laughing. Amie is Piper's mom and she took home the ornament she brought due to a little dirty Santa action. Needless to say, these three made me laugh. I love laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oOvuDOsCnkA/TuItmg2k6cI/AAAAAAAAEzc/RfqaKUM0Rfg/s1600/meagan%2Band%2Bme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oOvuDOsCnkA/TuItmg2k6cI/AAAAAAAAEzc/RfqaKUM0Rfg/s400/meagan%2Band%2Bme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684155819372112322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Becoming friends with Meagan has been a treat this fall. Her son and Henry are 1 week apart and best buds at church. She is a wonderful mother, so cute and fun. She insisted we take a "facebook" picture. I think we nailed it! :) I have a great group of friends who make fabulous cookies and bring fun ornaments! 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I bought these fun cupcakes at a local grocery store to take to his school on his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0q2KMws96UY/TuEF81krGYI/AAAAAAAAEyU/OWRWHt04l-w/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0q2KMws96UY/TuEF81krGYI/AAAAAAAAEyU/OWRWHt04l-w/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683830747449465218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was so excited to see them. He dove right in and took Big Bird's head off. His friends were yelling "Elmo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7BBRsDthBSg/TuEF98vwPoI/AAAAAAAAEyw/iHkJKuR1-pY/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7BBRsDthBSg/TuEF98vwPoI/AAAAAAAAEyw/iHkJKuR1-pY/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683830766554857090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a fun mess and everyone had fun celebrating with our Birthday boy at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vf1OW7NLSc/TuEF8dQrmqI/AAAAAAAAEyI/zyjcvuKshfk/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4vf1OW7NLSc/TuEF8dQrmqI/AAAAAAAAEyI/zyjcvuKshfk/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683830740923161250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day after his birthday we had his party. I worked on it for a few months. I love party planning. I may not be a polished pro, but I enjoy it and that is what matters. I love that Henry is covering up his 2 on his shirt. I purchased a Sesame Street shirt so I would also be in theme. Randall declined to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jHW4S2Pk68/TuEIfDqJ1lI/AAAAAAAAEy4/J-eDFMznWpk/s1600/hp%2Bbday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jHW4S2Pk68/TuEIfDqJ1lI/AAAAAAAAEy4/J-eDFMznWpk/s400/hp%2Bbday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683833534369355346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His party was a Sesame Street party, of course. We had it at our church in the old fellowship hall and rented a toddler bounce house. It was loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1KO7tiD4038/TuEF8afgrSI/AAAAAAAAEx8/heZPeZsxk7A/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1KO7tiD4038/TuEF8afgrSI/AAAAAAAAEx8/heZPeZsxk7A/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683830740180053282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;monker&lt;/span&gt;" and Elmo are his favorite characters on Sesame Street I made only their faces on the cupcakes. They were fun and messy to make. The children loved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4kM6mTzJKU/TuEFdDMFWDI/AAAAAAAAEx0/BRk_kkN-r48/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4kM6mTzJKU/TuEFdDMFWDI/AAAAAAAAEx0/BRk_kkN-r48/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683830201348610098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how you got to Henry Street. I loved the idea of footprints of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Monker&lt;/span&gt;", Big Bird and Elmo. I made the balloon wreath and will use it for years to come. It is much cuter in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YCdBxCq2CFg/TuEFcszgFnI/AAAAAAAAExg/B-WA36idU4s/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YCdBxCq2CFg/TuEFcszgFnI/AAAAAAAAExg/B-WA36idU4s/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683830195339925106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cookies tasted as fantastic and they look. Amy from Fort Smith made them for us again this year. She is precious and a saint to mail them to us again. They were a crowd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pleaser&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bct9WsXf78M/TuEFcoB20nI/AAAAAAAAExY/ekW2PSyHiug/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bct9WsXf78M/TuEFcoB20nI/AAAAAAAAExY/ekW2PSyHiug/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683830194057958002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cricut&lt;/span&gt; to make the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;goodie&lt;/span&gt; bags. They had all the things Elmo and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;monker&lt;/span&gt;" like in them...and a little play dough because a party bag is not complete without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wiolQSXQbLk/TuEFbhwpzrI/AAAAAAAAExA/5tvNUwKd5PM/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wiolQSXQbLk/TuEFbhwpzrI/AAAAAAAAExA/5tvNUwKd5PM/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683830175195319986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry's gift table was full of blessings as you can see. I decorated with tissue paper pom poms in a few places. Some even had Elmo and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Monker&lt;/span&gt;" faces on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2yfjFKl3RLQ/TuEEtgokYTI/AAAAAAAAEww/tzgpQxxWatY/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2yfjFKl3RLQ/TuEEtgokYTI/AAAAAAAAEww/tzgpQxxWatY/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683829384618991922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hand painted 2's and H's were everywhere and the party hats were handmade again this year. I love crafting and planning for my sweet boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2EH-6bU6E0U/TuEEtXSCgpI/AAAAAAAAEwo/yweD_PLSeJU/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2EH-6bU6E0U/TuEEtXSCgpI/AAAAAAAAEwo/yweD_PLSeJU/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683829382108578450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The party table for Henry and his little friends was festive and fun. They loved their horns but did not want to wear their hats. I didn't figure they would, they just look cute on the table and that is why I made them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-56ZDGPF1nIk/TuEEsXR_UbI/AAAAAAAAEwc/kay2Ema7Jww/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-56ZDGPF1nIk/TuEEsXR_UbI/AAAAAAAAEwc/kay2Ema7Jww/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683829364928500146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little buddy was so excited to have his bounce house and all his best friends with him. He had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DdlgTZdiCmM/TuEEr0X9x1I/AAAAAAAAEwQ/QKrpOvPz4pM/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DdlgTZdiCmM/TuEEr0X9x1I/AAAAAAAAEwQ/QKrpOvPz4pM/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683829355558324050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His Daddy and I are blessed to have a healthy, happy baby boy to celebrate. He is our best blessing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tPR9qQHqLJo/TuEErpW_A5I/AAAAAAAAEwE/H0J-4XIDD28/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tPR9qQHqLJo/TuEErpW_A5I/AAAAAAAAEwE/H0J-4XIDD28/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683829352601420690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bounce house was great fun. It was designed for toddlers and not your normal moon bounce you see at most parties. They adored it and we all enjoyed watching them have a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eIIlOjtKJwk/TuEDrqLPLCI/AAAAAAAAEv8/AoIXQwe9MEE/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eIIlOjtKJwk/TuEDrqLPLCI/AAAAAAAAEv8/AoIXQwe9MEE/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683828253308955682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry and his best girl loved the slide. The giggled and giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5q3PziXC_j4/TuEDrR3MilI/AAAAAAAAEvs/qmmPxsEJ4I0/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5q3PziXC_j4/TuEDrR3MilI/AAAAAAAAEvs/qmmPxsEJ4I0/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683828246782446162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Randall was the bounce house man. He stayed in and took care of all the children. Little Addy loved the mushroom. I loved this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UV1wIEM8V8c/TuEDq0rOooI/AAAAAAAAEvg/WbmRLqXCGt8/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UV1wIEM8V8c/TuEDq0rOooI/AAAAAAAAEvg/WbmRLqXCGt8/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683828238947623554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All kinds of activity when you have a room full of toddlers. It was so enjoyable to watch them run and giggle. We have such sweet people in our lives to celebrate Henry with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sq113qX1Qmw/TuEDqec8bII/AAAAAAAAEvI/QK2nX_87ZTM/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sq113qX1Qmw/TuEDqec8bII/AAAAAAAAEvI/QK2nX_87ZTM/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683828232982129794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Present opening was a fun and interesting time with a bunch of 2 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;.  I got a kick out of observing them with the gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9j5sP8PIYM/TuEDDFi3uAI/AAAAAAAAEuk/gZ6ZJcRH1vo/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9j5sP8PIYM/TuEDDFi3uAI/AAAAAAAAEuk/gZ6ZJcRH1vo/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683827556281202690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was time to eat cupcakes and Henry had latched on to the car Piper got him and wanted nothing but that car. That boy is a spoiled mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qwnAwe9-FxA/TuEDCoLHOlI/AAAAAAAAEuU/lGlMekqI3Dw/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qwnAwe9-FxA/TuEDCoLHOlI/AAAAAAAAEuU/lGlMekqI3Dw/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683827548396927570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't you just love our little Barrett in the middle of my friend Stacy's girls?! His grin is precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cCqSrLoM6SA/TuEDCcxNv2I/AAAAAAAAEuM/ypeKtjNRL6M/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cCqSrLoM6SA/TuEDCcxNv2I/AAAAAAAAEuM/ypeKtjNRL6M/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683827545335512930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had lots of fun eating and making a mess. We had fun watching them as you can tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9w9NN8nzOeg/TuEN9FL3RGI/AAAAAAAAEzE/iNV_xK48ggA/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9w9NN8nzOeg/TuEN9FL3RGI/AAAAAAAAEzE/iNV_xK48ggA/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683839547733394530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watch out! I thought a pinata was a good idea. I soon realized it was a crazy idea and I had to break it for the babies. They all took a turn hitting it and it was hilarious. I took photos of each of them taking a turn but decided this post was already too long....so I refrained. I love Steve moving Noah out of the way and Randall and Henry's expressions. I also love Randa, Carma  Jean and Lisa's faces. It was violent trying to get that thing to break! There are several photos of me in the process of breaking it and those tooo are priceless but there is no need to post them here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WyO2_mbx5-I/TuEN9V1LSYI/AAAAAAAAEzQ/riubWJugf3U/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WyO2_mbx5-I/TuEN9V1LSYI/AAAAAAAAEzQ/riubWJugf3U/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683839552201640322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-so1xKcJb1Do/TuECMApLO2I/AAAAAAAAEuA/D5qAxcSCjP4/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-so1xKcJb1Do/TuECMApLO2I/AAAAAAAAEuA/D5qAxcSCjP4/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683826610072664930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought a cheap candy mix at the store for the Pinata. Little did I know it was full of jaw breakers....nice! I got harassed big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qgrBzBpoiZE/TuECLfJ22bI/AAAAAAAAEt0/c30bCBc1BM0/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qgrBzBpoiZE/TuECLfJ22bI/AAAAAAAAEt0/c30bCBc1BM0/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683826601082935730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This sweet thing went home with me for the afternoon. She and her mama came from Little Rock to celebrate with us. She, her mama, my Daddy, Connie, Babs, Uncle Joe, Nana and Papa came to our house to visit. We loved every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvwS_4nBJUs/TuECLDgvEgI/AAAAAAAAEtk/oUal2b2uAdg/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvwS_4nBJUs/TuECLDgvEgI/AAAAAAAAEtk/oUal2b2uAdg/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683826593662702082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being 2 and being Henry is hard sometimes, but when you are as cute as he is, it can be overlooked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aT24Jn-x2Nw/TuECKtKlXUI/AAAAAAAAEtc/kYd43v5qfOg/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aT24Jn-x2Nw/TuECKtKlXUI/AAAAAAAAEtc/kYd43v5qfOg/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683826587664211266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The partying continued that evening with  Barrett's 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday bash. He is Henry's best friend at church. We love him. He and Henry are polar opposites personality wise. It is so funny to watch them. He had a barn party and of course Henry had to dress in theme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ApmFc_EsAEE/TuECKd-mGAI/AAAAAAAAEtQ/5zk6SNkA9nI/s1600/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ApmFc_EsAEE/TuECKd-mGAI/AAAAAAAAEtQ/5zk6SNkA9nI/s400/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683826583587395586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We partied hard and brought in the Big 2 with lots of smiles. Now on to thinking about next year's....nah, I will wait a bit! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-4402506915570168028?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/4402506915570168028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=4402506915570168028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/4402506915570168028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/4402506915570168028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/12/brought-to-you-by-number-2-letter-h.html' title='Brought To You By The Number 2 &amp; The Letter H'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Q6bI9S1GYQ/TuEF9XjHukI/AAAAAAAAEyg/tvS9Y5jBKBM/s72-c/2nd%2B%2Bbday%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-2874025975951653805</id><published>2011-12-06T15:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T15:43:43.668-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>Working it Festive Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZUtBDkTg-E/Tt6KaDHBMoI/AAAAAAAAEtE/hbfjki68iZs/s1600/abby%2Band%2Bleslie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZUtBDkTg-E/Tt6KaDHBMoI/AAAAAAAAEtE/hbfjki68iZs/s400/abby%2Band%2Bleslie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683131959904121474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My marketing buddy and I decided we needed to have a contest for our employee Christmas lunch. The employees got excited about it, which sort of surprised me. Some people call it the ugly Christmas sweater contest but out of respect for those we borrowed the sweaters from and those at our work who wear them...we called it festive attire contest. I had lots of choices and it was hard to decide. My Aunt Babs brought me a vest and my mother-in-love  brought me this 12 days of Christmas sweater. I brought both to work and my co-workers chose the sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zVwVcozrtUE/Tt6KZM14YUI/AAAAAAAAEss/fZBYc_fb8Io/s1600/stacy%2Band%2Bcandace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zVwVcozrtUE/Tt6KZM14YUI/AAAAAAAAEss/fZBYc_fb8Io/s400/stacy%2Band%2Bcandace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683131945336725826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candace won the prize for most festive. She literally took things of her Christmas tree and put them on. She had a mini wreath on her wrist, pines cones in her hair, a door knob hanger and garland as her belt, etc. It was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f5J2-4q8ZUw/Tt6KYlB9NtI/AAAAAAAAEsg/KmRosHQBRo0/s1600/g%2Band%2Bthe%2Btree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f5J2-4q8ZUw/Tt6KYlB9NtI/AAAAAAAAEsg/KmRosHQBRo0/s400/g%2Band%2Bthe%2Btree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683131934649956050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I won this tree. It was an all out fight and I won. Dirty Santa is so much fun. Gary won it, Vicki stole it and then I took  it from her. She was none to happy with me and has threatened to break in my truck and get it! Doesn't Gary crack you up? I promise he only drank sweet tea...this is why this picture makes me laugh. Oh, G!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m66FeCtVLKA/Tt6KYQDqiqI/AAAAAAAAEsU/DwhmSIDOVzg/s1600/festive%2Bsweater%2Bcontest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m66FeCtVLKA/Tt6KYQDqiqI/AAAAAAAAEsU/DwhmSIDOVzg/s400/festive%2Bsweater%2Bcontest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683131929019976354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, I didn't even win runner up when it came down to it. I still think I looked pretty over the top. What a blessing it is to work in such a fun place with real people at Christmastime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-2874025975951653805?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/2874025975951653805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=2874025975951653805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/2874025975951653805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/2874025975951653805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/12/working-it-festive-style.html' title='Working it Festive Style'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZUtBDkTg-E/Tt6KaDHBMoI/AAAAAAAAEtE/hbfjki68iZs/s72-c/abby%2Band%2Bleslie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-3076909424973051164</id><published>2011-12-05T07:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T07:00:14.618-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Husbands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Count it all Joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pure Joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Pure Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FfuHSIrRT74/TtZ4aNzyMdI/AAAAAAAAEng/2pBhopGxTMc/s1600/skutt%2Bmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FfuHSIrRT74/TtZ4aNzyMdI/AAAAAAAAEng/2pBhopGxTMc/s400/skutt%2Bmen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680860371753251282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Randall, 'Thew (Hollye's hubby) and Stephen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This picture will make me laugh outloud until I am old and gray. Today it made me cry a little bit. Joy. Pure joy it is to have family to embrace in good times, bad times, and the awkard inbetween times. I know of so many families who fight with each other, compete with each other and disregard each other. I can't imagine what that must be like. Today I count it pure joy to know we may not live near one another, yet we are one in the bond of love....bonded with crazy glue and Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for Julie and her precious family as they move out of Star City this week. It is tough yet exciting at the same time. I find myself crying just thinking about the hope and fear they all six feel right now. What a reward they will reap in heaven for following Christ's leading. The grit and grace they are all showing through this is awe inspiring to this little sister and auntie. Counting it all joy takes on a whole new meaning for our little Juju this year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-3076909424973051164?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/3076909424973051164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=3076909424973051164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/3076909424973051164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/3076909424973051164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/12/pure-joy.html' title='Pure Joy'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FfuHSIrRT74/TtZ4aNzyMdI/AAAAAAAAEng/2pBhopGxTMc/s72-c/skutt%2Bmen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-2567536327957987269</id><published>2011-12-02T12:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T13:04:48.099-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays and More'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>Birthday Morning Fun</title><content type='html'>After reading the previous post, you know Henry Patton is celebrating his big 2 today. All focus is on HP at our house today, and tomorrow for his big party....but isn't the focus always on HP?! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-axmhWqcvLtA/TtkdynnsLSI/AAAAAAAAErU/YJXmLkKHXCM/s1600/bday%2Bmorning%2Bboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-axmhWqcvLtA/TtkdynnsLSI/AAAAAAAAErU/YJXmLkKHXCM/s400/bday%2Bmorning%2Bboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681605160370711842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday morning came bright and early for our little 2 year old. We had to make him wake up! We wanted to have time with him before our normal morning rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--YVI1mI9044/Ttkdy82IMsI/AAAAAAAAErg/qS4KGS484EQ/s1600/elmo%2Bhands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--YVI1mI9044/Ttkdy82IMsI/AAAAAAAAErg/qS4KGS484EQ/s400/elmo%2Bhands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681605166068413122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loved his Elmo singing and dancing hands from Juju, Brother Stephen(Henry calls him that, just so you know) and the Fab Four. I loved his little excited, sleepy face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2jv6ejWNK68/Ttkdz_CuscI/AAAAAAAAEr0/aVSA2ISIVqU/s1600/Big%2BJoe%2BBook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2jv6ejWNK68/Ttkdz_CuscI/AAAAAAAAEr0/aVSA2ISIVqU/s400/Big%2BJoe%2BBook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681605183838007746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry must have had his Daddy read this to him 10 times before school. He loved it and that made my heart smile. Big Joe's Trailer Truck is a tradition in our family. Marmie was so cute to find one and mail it to him. Pawpaw must love watching it from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V4MUREyNNlM/TtkdzblArjI/AAAAAAAAErs/20tMyojWqCc/s1600/blues%2Bbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V4MUREyNNlM/TtkdzblArjI/AAAAAAAAErs/20tMyojWqCc/s400/blues%2Bbook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681605174318116402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mawmaw and UD sent him a Blue's Clues Book. He loves Blue! We were trying to show him the tricycle we got him and all he would say was, "I want Blue, I want Blue!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U7YovmXWils/Ttkd0D9oukI/AAAAAAAAEsE/gPsQnl2Hzzg/s1600/mama%2Band%2Bhenry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U7YovmXWils/Ttkd0D9oukI/AAAAAAAAEsE/gPsQnl2Hzzg/s400/mama%2Band%2Bhenry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681605185158822466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My birthday boy headed off to school and we will party with him this afternoon during their snack time. The grocery store is making some funny sesame street cupcakes for me to take. I can't wait to see them...and that sweet birthday boy of mine! I also can't wait to hear him say "I'm 2". It is so adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-2567536327957987269?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/2567536327957987269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=2567536327957987269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/2567536327957987269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/2567536327957987269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/12/birthday-morning-fun.html' title='Birthday Morning Fun'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-axmhWqcvLtA/TtkdynnsLSI/AAAAAAAAErU/YJXmLkKHXCM/s72-c/bday%2Bmorning%2Bboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-7952107605429236262</id><published>2011-12-02T06:00:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T08:46:01.957-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays and More'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>Look Who Is 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--n_6shebriU/Ttar8cSGiBI/AAAAAAAAErI/yhYYrV6rmc4/s1600/henry%2Bis%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--n_6shebriU/Ttar8cSGiBI/AAAAAAAAErI/yhYYrV6rmc4/s400/henry%2Bis%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680917034847078418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Henry Patton was born 2 years ago today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LW9jGmAQ10Y/TtaqkO39qXI/AAAAAAAAEq8/RyUwpt0-6Gc/s1600/henry%2Bis%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DRgSFRB5Exg/TtaaJOdahWI/AAAAAAAAEqM/S171MajfC3Q/s1600/feeding%2Bhenry%2Bat%2Bhospital.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DRgSFRB5Exg/TtaaJOdahWI/AAAAAAAAEqM/S171MajfC3Q/s400/feeding%2Bhenry%2Bat%2Bhospital.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680897463265428834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a day of rejoicing that was...in more ways than one! My whole world became a little brighter and softer. He is truly the delight in my life. His Daddy and I wake up and still chase each other to his room to see who can get there first. We are still so smitten with him. I honestly cannot wait to see him each morning and hate to see him fall asleep at night...even though he is so sweet and still when he is sleeping. We grow fonder of him each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C6vsh-Ykqiw/TtaaJSoR5DI/AAAAAAAAEqU/2PpOoIHKvOE/s1600/henry%2Beats%2Bcake%2B3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C6vsh-Ykqiw/TtaaJSoR5DI/AAAAAAAAEqU/2PpOoIHKvOE/s400/henry%2Beats%2Bcake%2B3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680897464384742450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last year we had a party celebrating the big one at home with family and a few friends. He was just learning to walk and taking a step or two at a time. By Christmas last year he was getting around at a good clip. He grew so much this past year. I tried my best to record it but know I missed a lot. My heart has it bottled up, and that is what matters the most, I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TVhJWFdkr_s/TtaaJdFGFnI/AAAAAAAAEqo/OKc9ZZpSn2I/s1600/henry%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TVhJWFdkr_s/TtaaJdFGFnI/AAAAAAAAEqo/OKc9ZZpSn2I/s400/henry%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680897467189958258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry is now a tall, handsome 2  year old. He talks non stop and tries to speak in full sentences. Henry can sing his ABC's, count to 15 and he loves to belt out Jesus Loves me and Jingle Bells. He starts most sentences/statements with "I want...". He loves bath time and only wants Daddy to do it because they splash water and throw rubber ducks and I am against that nonsense. Henry is a busy, busy toddler with too much energy for 30 something parents! He loves tractors, balls, books, Woody, and "TRUCK" is his favorite...especially Daddy's truck. Veggie Tales, Super Why, Sesame Street and Choo Choo Soul are his favorite things to watch on the TV. He still cries when we go to church but runs into his room at school. Henry is strong-willed and persistent, yet he is also a pleaser. It can make for trying times in the parenting department, but I think with guidance he will grow into those characteristics with grace and use them for good. He can pray by himself and does not appreciate you helping him talk to God. My favorite is when he smiles real big, squints, pooches his lips out, giggles and says, "Hey, Mama!"or when he is tired or needy he says, "Mama, hold you!".  Yet the best thing he says is "no way jose!" with a 'tude. Love that child.  What a delight it is to wish my happy and healthy baby boy a happy 2nd year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today we will have a little party at his school during snack time. He will enjoy that. They all love a cupcake!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomorrow we are having a big Henry Street party to celebrate our sweet boy. I can't wait to post pictures of all the fun things we have made.   I hope Henry has lots of fun celebrating his big day...I know we will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Henry Patton!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-7952107605429236262?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/7952107605429236262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=7952107605429236262&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/7952107605429236262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/7952107605429236262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/12/look-who-is-2.html' title='Look Who Is 2'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--n_6shebriU/Ttar8cSGiBI/AAAAAAAAErI/yhYYrV6rmc4/s72-c/henry%2Bis%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-955835042109644438</id><published>2011-12-01T07:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T07:00:07.081-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays and More'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>11 Already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MMSsOeKmXPs/TtaLob_t2pI/AAAAAAAAEqA/6dMCTX8ap00/s1600/henry%2Band%2Bclaire.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MMSsOeKmXPs/TtaLob_t2pI/AAAAAAAAEqA/6dMCTX8ap00/s400/henry%2Band%2Bclaire.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680881506800491154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Claire with Henry, T'Day 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today Claire Allyn is 11. It really does not seem possible that Hollye's baby girl is taller than me and has passed my shoe size already. It seems like yesterday she was cruising around on my hip and telling her first grade class that Randall was her boyfriend. What a beautiful young lady she is becoming. We love you, CA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-955835042109644438?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/955835042109644438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=955835042109644438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/955835042109644438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/955835042109644438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/12/11-already.html' title='11 Already?'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MMSsOeKmXPs/TtaLob_t2pI/AAAAAAAAEqA/6dMCTX8ap00/s72-c/henry%2Band%2Bclaire.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-4977801680968694097</id><published>2011-11-30T17:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T17:00:08.232-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>Turkey Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d4G28eVH1s0/TtaCXd0n-DI/AAAAAAAAEpU/VjHFncpyryo/s1600/hen%2Band%2Bme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d4G28eVH1s0/TtaCXd0n-DI/AAAAAAAAEpU/VjHFncpyryo/s400/hen%2Band%2Bme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680871319628412978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boys and I loaded up last Wednesday and headed west to the Lone Star state to have Thanksgiving at my grandparents. There were 25 of us. It was great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X8JDSdUMdA8/TtaCW0wZTwI/AAAAAAAAEpE/N7oxa_zKEcQ/s1600/henry%2Band%2Bmarms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X8JDSdUMdA8/TtaCW0wZTwI/AAAAAAAAEpE/N7oxa_zKEcQ/s400/henry%2Band%2Bmarms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680871308604821250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marmie (my mama) loved having us there. We had not been in 5  years. Here she is stealing some love from H while he was still pacified by his DVD player. He is so rotten. How did we ever live without DVD players in the backseat?! He never cried on the 6 hour trip because of  the Veggie Tales on DVD. It was fun for a while until Randall and I started talking in Veggie Tale accents to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BTCWcT-94mA/TtaCWloO-VI/AAAAAAAAEo0/Bn3-Hbe6X08/s1600/mawmaw%2Band%2Bme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 349px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BTCWcT-94mA/TtaCWloO-VI/AAAAAAAAEo0/Bn3-Hbe6X08/s400/mawmaw%2Band%2Bme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680871304544057682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my Betty Jo. We staged the picture with the ham and I threw my arm up on my hip for the shot. She is too cute and fun. I wish she lived next door to me. I really, really do! I am always amazed at how the meal is perfectly displayed, warm and delicious, and there is always enough for our large group. I hope I have her genes. I like to think I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mkzyHnNSqng/TtaCdGdaSBI/AAAAAAAAEpc/V3zNP1F_D4g/s1600/lee%2B31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mkzyHnNSqng/TtaCdGdaSBI/AAAAAAAAEpc/V3zNP1F_D4g/s400/lee%2B31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680871416436246546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanksgiving with my favorite boys! Can I just say I wish I was half the mom that Randall is! I remember Julie saying that about Stephen when hers were little. I now know exactly what she meant. He rocks at his daddy job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e8no_kp36YE/TtaIffgCVLI/AAAAAAAAEp0/qlKrVAtM0Ng/s1600/rand%2Band%2Bgang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e8no_kp36YE/TtaIffgCVLI/AAAAAAAAEp0/qlKrVAtM0Ng/s400/rand%2Band%2Bgang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680878054587651250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Randall loves my Mawmaw. He needed a grandma like her. I am so glad he got her! He was helping with the trash and had lots of help from Uncle Windle and Aunt Suzy. We are a hugging, kissing, praising bunch. I think he sometimes wants to gag, but I think deep down he truly loves it! I know I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9IkfNJsKJFI/TtaBvSKCf5I/AAAAAAAAEoc/04Tt8h8j-2E/s1600/grace%2Band%2Bhenry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9IkfNJsKJFI/TtaBvSKCf5I/AAAAAAAAEoc/04Tt8h8j-2E/s400/grace%2Band%2Bhenry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680870629302239122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is priceless and needs no caption. Molly is my cousin Sarah's youngest child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2mc7X5rqok8/TtaCWcXOs1I/AAAAAAAAEos/DZ9K4vTV0lo/s1600/henry%2Band%2Bmolly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2mc7X5rqok8/TtaCWcXOs1I/AAAAAAAAEos/DZ9K4vTV0lo/s400/henry%2Band%2Bmolly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680871302056817490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Molly and Henry ran up and down the hall and stairs, over and over again. I am sure everyone was glad to see us leave. Henry brought out the wild side in sweet little Molly. He is ALL boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Q822osnD2M/TtaBubGMfdI/AAAAAAAAEoE/bMy0P_ML9Dk/s1600/tilton%2Bgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Q822osnD2M/TtaBubGMfdI/AAAAAAAAEoE/bMy0P_ML9Dk/s400/tilton%2Bgirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680870614522166738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Times with these two are never long enough. I could soak them up for days on end. My Mawmaw and her sister, Suzy are the best textbook on life a girl could have. There is a photo my mother has from Thanksgiving 1977 (the year before I was born) with these two that is a lot like this one, but Granny is in that one. I like to think she is in this one too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWOtCppae7A/TtaBtnT30SI/AAAAAAAAEn4/1dGslidVVwA/s1600/sarah%2Band%2Bme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iWOtCppae7A/TtaBtnT30SI/AAAAAAAAEn4/1dGslidVVwA/s400/sarah%2Band%2Bme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680870600620888354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saying a special thanks to our Deliverer and Comforter  this Thanksgiving with my cousin, Sa. Isn't she beautiful in that orange?! I have a beautiful family, that is for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lEA7qWCn4Wg/TtaBtb5_spI/AAAAAAAAEns/YWnZeMlV8Yk/s1600/lee%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lEA7qWCn4Wg/TtaBtb5_spI/AAAAAAAAEns/YWnZeMlV8Yk/s400/lee%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680870597559562898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Giving Thanks for all our blessings would take a lifetime. We are a blessed little trio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-4977801680968694097?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/4977801680968694097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=4977801680968694097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/4977801680968694097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/4977801680968694097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/11/turkey-times.html' title='Turkey Times'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d4G28eVH1s0/TtaCXd0n-DI/AAAAAAAAEpU/VjHFncpyryo/s72-c/hen%2Band%2Bme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-5960122767640759883</id><published>2011-11-30T10:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T10:48:57.863-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boy scouts'/><title type='text'>Arrow Of Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7M7Mji2jy4/TtZb5Qg07CI/AAAAAAAAEnU/xF4XJRT8kCI/s1600/arrow%2Bof%2Blight.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7M7Mji2jy4/TtZb5Qg07CI/AAAAAAAAEnU/xF4XJRT8kCI/s400/arrow%2Bof%2Blight.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680829019217783842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;David and Daniel earned their Arrow of Light award last night and crossed over from being Cub Scouts to become Boy Scouts. I am one proud Auntie! Yes, this is Aunt Abby and not their mom writing this. She is busy packing up  their home to move them to a new one. I did not want to miss the opportunity to brag on these precious boys. I hope Henry is as disciplined, faithful, loving and convicted as his Juju's boys. What a blessing it is to be their aunt! I adore these look-a-like faces more than this keyboard will express!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-5960122767640759883?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/5960122767640759883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=5960122767640759883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/5960122767640759883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/5960122767640759883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/11/arrow-of-light.html' title='Arrow Of Light'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7M7Mji2jy4/TtZb5Qg07CI/AAAAAAAAEnU/xF4XJRT8kCI/s72-c/arrow%2Bof%2Blight.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-5822627374753001696</id><published>2011-11-28T09:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T10:21:03.898-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new church'/><title type='text'>Just the Facts, &amp; a Little Emotion</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago Stephen was asked by the deacons at First Baptist Star City to resign. It was a complete surprise to us, we had no idea this was in the works, no idea that anyone was that unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around in a daze the first part of the week. We had people to contact. Wee had to find a house, find a job, decide where we were going to live. We also had to keep God center in our lives, keep our children calm and "in the loop" and remind each other that God is good, God is in charge and in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we were walking around in a daze we were still feeling the prayers of God's people. I remember the Monday night after it happened, I went to bed and was re-thinking the day, I realized that it had been much easier than I could have imagined. Sure, I cried. Sure, I yelled. But it was nothing like what I thought it would have been. And then I realized that it was because people were praying. Friends would text me throughout the days and remind me they were praying for me. I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I don't know how we would have gotten through those first days without the prayers of His people. They are what sustained us. They are what got us through the daze and the fog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen has wanted to start a new church in the delta for a long time now. He attended classes on church planting. Then we both attended classes in the spring and were certified through the Southern Baptist Convention to start a church . I was not on board with the idea. In fact, when we went to the classes together he introduced me and told everyone that I didn't want to do this! It was the truth, but I felt that if God was leading Stephen in this direction I better find out if this was indeed what God had in store for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Stephen in June that I was ready to start a church. It takes me a while, I'm slow to come around. We didn't know when we would begin the adventure but we finally knew we were on the same page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we drove in the driveway after Stephen was asked to leave he looked at me and said "I guess we're supposed to start a new church now!" What people meant for evil, God meant for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are moving to Pine Bluff in the next couple of weeks. Some friends of ours are selling their home and are letting us stay in it until we find a place. God is good! God has shown Himself trustworthy, kind and loving, good and strong throughout the last two weeks. Stephen has preached both Sundays since then, our children have gone to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Awana&lt;/span&gt; at another church, we still pray, and talk about the goodness of the Lord. We still love Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plan on starting a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;multi&lt;/span&gt;-ethnic church in Pine Bluff. A church that looks like the community. A church that reaches out and includes the community. We are excited. It will be an adventure. It will be hard. But, it will be good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like praying here are things you can pray for:&lt;br /&gt;Stephen to find a job&lt;br /&gt;that God will provide people to come along beside us and start this new work&lt;br /&gt;that God will put in people a sense of urgency to be a part of this church&lt;br /&gt;We will be able to find a home to live in permanently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do want to say that I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;journaling&lt;/span&gt; this experience. The journal is raw, it is full of real thoughts, real emotions, real disgust and real happiness and amazement. I've decided to not blog all of that. It happened. I was MAD! I was vengeful, I was bitter. But God has given me a sense of peace. One that cannot be explained. I'm very prone to fever blisters and stomach pains in times of stress. But through this, I have had neither. It is only God! The prayers of my friends, my friends friends, my family's friends and people I don't even know have been answered and continue to be answered. God is good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;. He is so very good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-5822627374753001696?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/5822627374753001696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=5822627374753001696&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/5822627374753001696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/5822627374753001696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-facts-little-emotion.html' title='Just the Facts, &amp; a Little Emotion'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-577572490242952801</id><published>2011-11-24T12:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T12:00:02.765-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saying &quot;Thanks&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Give Thanks From A Grateful Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SScUSFtAHoM/TswBK62aGOI/AAAAAAAAEnI/9VbGC-fHF-A/s1600/give-thanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SScUSFtAHoM/TswBK62aGOI/AAAAAAAAEnI/9VbGC-fHF-A/s400/give-thanks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677914517315131618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we are eating it up and giving thanks for the blessings we so often take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;for granted&lt;/span&gt;. It makes me think of this sweet song that my girl Paige sang at our wedding in 2003. What a wonderful memory and beautiful lyrics.  I hope your day is full of gratitude and blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's nothing like the warmth of a summer afternoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waking to the sunlight, and being cradled by the moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Catching fireflies at night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Building castles in the sand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kissing Mama's face goodnight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holding Daddy's hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you Lord, how could I ask for more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Running barefoot through the grass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A little hide and go seek &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Being so in love, that you can hardly eat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dancing in the dark, when there's no one else around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Being bundled 'neath the covers, watching snow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fall to the ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you Lord, how could I ask for more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So many things I thought would bring me happiness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some dreams that are realities today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Such an irony the things that mean the most to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are the memories that I've made along the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So if there's anything I've learned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From this journey I am on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simple truths will keep you going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simple love will keep you strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause there are questions without answers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flames that never die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heartaches we go through are often blessings in disguise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So thank you Lord, oh thank y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt; Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How could I ask for more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's nothing like the warmth of a summer afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Waking to the sunlight, and being cradled by the moon&lt;br /&gt;Catching fireflies at night&lt;br /&gt;Building castles in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Kissing Mama's face goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Holding Daddy's hand&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord, how could I ask for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running barefoot through the grass&lt;br /&gt;A little hide and go seek&lt;br /&gt;Being so in love, that you can hardly eat&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the dark, when there's no one else around&lt;br /&gt;Being bundled 'neath the covers, watching snow&lt;br /&gt;Fall to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord, how could I ask for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things I thought would bring me happiness&lt;br /&gt;Some dreams that are realities today&lt;br /&gt;Such an irony the things that mean the most to me&lt;br /&gt;Are the memories that I've made along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if there's anything I've learned&lt;br /&gt;From this journey I am on&lt;br /&gt;Simple truths will keep you going&lt;br /&gt;Simple love will keep you strong&lt;br /&gt;Cause there are questions without answers&lt;br /&gt;Flames that never die&lt;br /&gt;Heartaches we go through are often blessings in disguise&lt;br /&gt;So thank you Lord, oh thank you Lord&lt;br /&gt;How could I ask for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fHHjvNDAXAQ" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; 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I won't be with my extended family this week, but will be with Stephen's parents instead. We are headed to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt;, with a quick stop in Fort Smith to have dinner with my friend Cindy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving dinner will be eaten at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shoney's&lt;/span&gt;, Cracker Barrel or Golden Corral. I don't know which one, but I'm sure we'll have plenty to eat. I'm making a couple of pies to take with us, so we'll have a little taste of Thanksgiving in our hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver Dollar City is so pretty decorated for Christmas, we love going there this time of year. Well, you know better than that. We love going there anytime of year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your Thanksgiving plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went 4 wheeler riding on a friends property. I so wished I had my camera or even my phone to take pictures. The kids had a blast! Everyone got to drive and I got my first good look at how my children are going to be behind the wheel. Samuel and David are good drivers. Daniel may not ever get to drive anything ever again! And Anna seems to have a bit of a lead foot, I guess she gets that from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day, but I really wish I had pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-6916891145888447311?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/6916891145888447311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=6916891145888447311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/6916891145888447311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/6916891145888447311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-week.html' title='Thanksgiving Week'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-5927618152733158944</id><published>2011-11-22T12:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T13:32:47.704-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays and More'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>Party Time</title><content type='html'>It is party time at our house. We have birthdays galore in the next few weeks and fun holiday celebrations. It is a busy, fun time and this little mama is excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IP69GdyRFro/Tsv0fXdJRNI/AAAAAAAAEm8/7GyOJoVSEeE/s1600/randall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IP69GdyRFro/Tsv0fXdJRNI/AAAAAAAAEm8/7GyOJoVSEeE/s400/randall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677900574940021970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is my hunky husband's birthday. He is 35 and alive! Henry and I are so proud we get to celebrate him all day long! We are so blessed to have him for another year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q0C3pFdmefU/TsvzOYz5tcI/AAAAAAAAEmg/K1JrYOnsaVk/s1600/piper%2Bis%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q0C3pFdmefU/TsvzOYz5tcI/AAAAAAAAEmg/K1JrYOnsaVk/s400/piper%2Bis%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677899183734502850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our sweet little Piper Jo had her 2nd birthday this past weekend. She is Henry's best girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yPAJh0-f-2o/TsvzNdrZHfI/AAAAAAAAEmU/yQ2miGdxBm4/s1600/herny%2Band%2Bpiper%2Bat%2Bher%2Bparty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yPAJh0-f-2o/TsvzNdrZHfI/AAAAAAAAEmU/yQ2miGdxBm4/s400/herny%2Band%2Bpiper%2Bat%2Bher%2Bparty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677899167861120498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love these two precious pups. Henry loved being the only boy at her party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S3heNRyihO8/TsvzM0r5FlI/AAAAAAAAEmE/LRCoYMDksSI/s1600/hery%2Bat%2Btday%2Bparty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 359px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S3heNRyihO8/TsvzM0r5FlI/AAAAAAAAEmE/LRCoYMDksSI/s400/hery%2Bat%2Btday%2Bparty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677899156857362002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week we had Henry's Thanksgiving feast at school. He ate 3 helpings of mashed "taters" and would have eaten more if he could have. He loves a tater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4RkyWL750U/TsvzMbAxHwI/AAAAAAAAEl8/vjbjb6ShREA/s1600/henry%2Bkisses%2Bpiper%2B-%2B23%2Bmonths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4RkyWL750U/TsvzMbAxHwI/AAAAAAAAEl8/vjbjb6ShREA/s400/henry%2Bkisses%2Bpiper%2B-%2B23%2Bmonths.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677899149965598466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He also loves Piper. Oh my...those two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lGo8a2wD5Ug/TsvzMAZVhAI/AAAAAAAAElw/rNHKwecyIjw/s1600/henry%2Band%2Bpiper%2Btday%2Bparty%2B-%2B23%2Bmonths.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7_OSZVo8970/TsvzgTc8xvI/AAAAAAAAEmw/Q6wp2L27lI4/s1600/henry%2Band%2Bpiper%2Btday%2Bparty%2B-%2B23%2Bmonths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7_OSZVo8970/TsvzgTc8xvI/AAAAAAAAEmw/Q6wp2L27lI4/s400/henry%2Band%2Bpiper%2Btday%2Bparty%2B-%2B23%2Bmonths.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677899491533702898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Their reactions are priceless. I have to remind him Piper's Daddy is "the law" and wears a gun. Oh, Henry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's to a week of eating and celebrating!&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-5927618152733158944?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/5927618152733158944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=5927618152733158944&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/5927618152733158944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/5927618152733158944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/11/party-time.html' title='Party Time'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IP69GdyRFro/Tsv0fXdJRNI/AAAAAAAAEm8/7GyOJoVSEeE/s72-c/randall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-8257265864299294193</id><published>2011-11-18T10:58:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T13:46:03.926-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>Food Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-__udNIRI9wg/TsaQHpPEsyI/AAAAAAAAEkc/i-kMhJ9huBI/s1600/art%2Bwith%2Bheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-__udNIRI9wg/TsaQHpPEsyI/AAAAAAAAEkc/i-kMhJ9huBI/s400/art%2Bwith%2Bheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676382841349649186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week we had a charity event at work. I coordinated the shindig and had a ball. I love a part-a! We raised money for 5 local charities and ate real good. Leslie (in the pic with me) and I love to eat good so we enjoyed being in charge of the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A0qSBfZNEPo/TsaQRuTDrNI/AAAAAAAAElA/5pClmp2BGzw/s1600/cheese%2Btree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A0qSBfZNEPo/TsaQRuTDrNI/AAAAAAAAElA/5pClmp2BGzw/s400/cheese%2Btree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676383014507228370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this cheese tray in shape of a tree on the Pinterest and insisted we had to have it! It was much better in person. This photo was taken at a bad angle, but I was too busy hosting to be taking photos for Food Friday...just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EXMPMwHUjjk/TsaQHz0gACI/AAAAAAAAEkk/SnJPAuZdBw4/s1600/aa%2Btree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EXMPMwHUjjk/TsaQHz0gACI/AAAAAAAAEkk/SnJPAuZdBw4/s400/aa%2Btree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676382844190982178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is not food related, but this tree and I have had some rounds and I think I am finally ahead! I decorated our work tree in mid-October for a November issue of our local magazine. They did a feature story on our event and came and took photos. We moved the tree to the back of the building until it was acceptable to have a tree on display in the lobby... and it all fell apart. We brought it out last week and I redecorated it. Then, the next day the lights decided to burn out. So, I undecorated it, strung lights and then redecorated it. I am not touching that thing again until 2012! It is a hard job, I tell ya. (I know the poor angel is lopsided but my "give a dad-gum" is busted concerning that tree.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am gearing up for Thanksgiving! Henry wore his turkey shirt to school today and said "gobble gobble". I love that it is less than a week away. It always amazes me how food can take us down memory lane and evoke such wonderful feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wsv_9fF1reg/TsaVtC_CJNI/AAAAAAAAElU/kwyixW_YMcg/s1600/oyster%2Bdressing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wsv_9fF1reg/TsaVtC_CJNI/AAAAAAAAElU/kwyixW_YMcg/s400/oyster%2Bdressing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676388981474993362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next week I will get to eat oyster dressing. The excitement level in my mouth and tummy are out of control. I have not had it in 5 years. Way past due!  I cannot wait to eat my Grandmother's Thanksgiving meal. I have missed it. Having split families on both sides makes it so hard for Randall and me to know where to go, who to see, who had us last time, who gets us this time, etc. The upside...we can pick where we want to go because that ole "give a dad-gum" is slowly getting busted as we get older!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mawmaw&lt;/span&gt; gets us this time...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_2DmqlGVfRY/TsaVswZZF4I/AAAAAAAAElM/jcmpCkEHYiE/s1600/DinnerRolls1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_2DmqlGVfRY/TsaVswZZF4I/AAAAAAAAElM/jcmpCkEHYiE/s400/DinnerRolls1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676388976485275522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rolls the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tilton&lt;/span&gt; women make...oh my...oh my. I cannot wait to have one melt in my mouth. When I smell them it makes me almost cry thinking about our Granny. I love it. She was my grandmother's mother and helped mold me into the woman I am today. I had her in my life each day until I was 13. I loved that women and her hot rolls. I hope she makes them in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbTcgKg5GO0/TsaVtUNCTsI/AAAAAAAAElo/ZDE1K9hjJMM/s1600/rhubarb-pie-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbTcgKg5GO0/TsaVtUNCTsI/AAAAAAAAElo/ZDE1K9hjJMM/s400/rhubarb-pie-b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676388986097127106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rhubarb pie...no strawberries, just rhubarb. This is the pie of all pies.  My mouth is already puckering up for the first bite. I love family traditions. We have them on all sides. I am anxious to celebrate these food  traditions with my large maternal family this Thanksgiving. Last year we spent it with my paternal family and enjoyed lots of recipes that reminded me of my precious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Meemaw&lt;/span&gt;. I am blessed to go spend it this year with my only living grandmother, in her home. Thank you Lord, how could I ever ask for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Food Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-8257265864299294193?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/8257265864299294193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=8257265864299294193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/8257265864299294193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/8257265864299294193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/11/food-friday_18.html' title='Food Friday'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-__udNIRI9wg/TsaQHpPEsyI/AAAAAAAAEkc/i-kMhJ9huBI/s72-c/art%2Bwith%2Bheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-3359039290159736680</id><published>2011-11-17T10:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T11:00:28.270-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samuel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><title type='text'>We're Ballin'</title><content type='html'>I don't think I've told you that Samuel and Daniel are playing basketball for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; co-op in Pine Bluff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have friends that use the co-op and they asked if Samuel would like to play basketball for their junior high team. Well of course he wanted to. I had just told Stephen that we had to get that boy in some kind of competitive sport with a ball or he was going to go crazy ( or maybe I was going to go crazy!) He was carrying a ball with him everywhere he went just aching to throw it, shoot it or hit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team practices every Tuesday and Thursday in Pine Bluff. Practice was going good for a couple of days and then they realized they didn't have many players and asked if the twins would like to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Daniel, my 10 year old, is playing for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jr&lt;/span&gt;. high team. It isn't ideal for him or the team, but he is able to let some of the players rest a bit. We have played six games and have lost them all. But we lose with great spirit! One game ended in a tie and went into overtime. It was the best game! It was such fun to watch Samuel play. I think he forgets at times that it isn't football, man that boy can wrestle with the best of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel scored his first basket Tuesday night. I was so proud. I yelled his name and he looked at me and shrugged his shoulders like "I don't know, it just went in!" It was sweet, and just like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have eight games left. We are hoping to win one of them. Our hopes aren't high, just realistic!&lt;br /&gt;Go Eagles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. If you think of it, would you please pray for the Beavers 6? We would covet your prayers during this time. I'll share with you what is happening when the timing is better. I just didn't want to let the opportunity of blog readers praying for us to pass by. Thank you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-3359039290159736680?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/3359039290159736680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=3359039290159736680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/3359039290159736680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/3359039290159736680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/11/were-ballin.html' title='We&apos;re Ballin&apos;'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-1944006167011064540</id><published>2011-11-15T12:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T12:34:45.795-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samuel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Oh, the Stench!</title><content type='html'>For the last few days there our home has been filled with the aroma of trash. It hasn't been pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have taken the trash out multiple times a day, we've washed the trash cans, cleaned out the frig. I couldn't get rid of the trash smell. But the more cleaning I did, the more localized the odor became.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we narrowed it down to Samuel's room. He took all his dirty clothes to the laundry room (why he doesn't do that everyday is beyond me.) and said that he had found a wet towel under the clothes. He was certain that was the odor culprit. And because I wanted the smell gone, I agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I got up, walked down the hallway, which ends at Samuel's room, and was knocked backwards by the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stench&lt;/span&gt;. Oh my! It was awful. I decided to do school first and then deal with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stench&lt;/span&gt;. But, it couldn't wait. I called Samuel in his room and even he said "this is nasty." He was speaking of the smell, but he could also have been speaking about the condition of his room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had him pick everything up off of the floor. I was convinced something had died in there, I didn't want to be the one to find it so I left him to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later he came into the schoolroom with a zippy bag that had some kind of raw meat and its juices inside it. I can't imagine what it was or why it was in his room. But it is outside now. And Samuel's room is clean and smells like Glad Pumpkin Spice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give it 5 hours to smell and get dirty again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-1944006167011064540?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/1944006167011064540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=1944006167011064540&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/1944006167011064540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/1944006167011064540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-stench.html' title='Oh, the Stench!'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-1238176939709218111</id><published>2011-11-14T10:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T10:38:55.706-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clarification'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>My Vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vROU_N-FYdY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been singing this song all morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-1238176939709218111?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/1238176939709218111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=1238176939709218111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/1238176939709218111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/1238176939709218111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-vision.html' title='My Vision'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vROU_N-FYdY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-8486274283280011968</id><published>2011-11-11T16:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T16:27:38.586-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Food Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FR1mUZ74ZE4/Tr2e8NrKqhI/AAAAAAAAEjM/_3RLqBZa0VQ/s1600/Food%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FR1mUZ74ZE4/Tr2e8NrKqhI/AAAAAAAAEjM/_3RLqBZa0VQ/s400/Food%2B001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673865862856747538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creamy Tacos. They are so good. I am having a Sunday School party Mexican fiesta potluck tonight at our humble abode and plan to serve this goodness to my friends. It is a recipe that brings lots of love and memories with it. We did a family cookbook in 2004 and we had our good friends Aynn, Gay and Vicki all submit this recipe with a story of why they love it. It is goodness, for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 id="rI"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 lb. ground beef&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 can Rotel tomatoes and green chiles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 pint whipping cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 can chili beans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;1 large box velveeta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="ingredient"&gt;fritos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3 id="rP"&gt;Preparation:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="instructions"&gt; Brown ground beef and drain. Put this in slow cooker/Crock Pot.  Add  whipping cream , chili beans, and stir. Cut velveeta in chunks and place  in slow cooker/Crock Pot.  Stir all of this and cook on low for 1-2  hours. Serve over fritos.&lt;p&gt; Note: I also top with sour cream, black olives, onion, lettuce, and salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GNby5__QVXM/Tr2eMzBPWTI/AAAAAAAAEjA/Z4DkSqVslhQ/s1600/henry%2Beating%2Bsucker%2B-%2B23%2Bmonths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GNby5__QVXM/Tr2eMzBPWTI/AAAAAAAAEjA/Z4DkSqVslhQ/s400/henry%2Beating%2Bsucker%2B-%2B23%2Bmonths.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673865048247720242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the sweet little foodie eating a sucker after loosing a fight with the spaghetti. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Food Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-8486274283280011968?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/8486274283280011968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=8486274283280011968&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/8486274283280011968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/8486274283280011968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/11/food-friday_11.html' title='Food Friday'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FR1mUZ74ZE4/Tr2e8NrKqhI/AAAAAAAAEjM/_3RLqBZa0VQ/s72-c/Food%2B001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-123739104667352174</id><published>2011-11-08T01:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T16:34:24.914-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood memories'/><title type='text'>Living</title><content type='html'>The other night the kids and I were watching a replay of the 1978 Orange Bowl where Arkansas beat Oklahoma. They laughed at the lack of camera angles and kept asking what the score was and why it wasn't in a box at the top of the screen. I told them I had watched that game that night and that just confirmed in their minds that I am ancient, my days are short my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them I remembered it because something really wonderful happened that night. My Grandaddy was a preacher and for some reason had a Living Bible laying on top of his tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1KjGrB9gLuM/TrVdr9ezaKI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/f_WJpsn4nZ0/s1600/449px-Living_Bible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671542315562526882" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1KjGrB9gLuM/TrVdr9ezaKI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/f_WJpsn4nZ0/s400/449px-Living_Bible.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do you remember this Bible? It was hardback, yet had a soft green cover. Strange. Anyway. I noticed that it said Living Bible on it and I asked Grandaddy if I read it did that mean I would live forever. He said, with a smile on his face (a smile that I miss), that if I read it and believed it then yes, I would live forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't understand the concept of eternity in Heaven but I did get the concept of the Bible, believing, and a forever life. It was the beginning of my conversion experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that memory. Salvation and a Hogs win, what more could you ask for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-123739104667352174?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/123739104667352174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=123739104667352174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/123739104667352174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/123739104667352174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/11/other-night-kids-and-i-were-watching.html' title='Living'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1KjGrB9gLuM/TrVdr9ezaKI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/f_WJpsn4nZ0/s72-c/449px-Living_Bible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-8796611267103749573</id><published>2011-11-07T09:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T10:14:22.250-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saying &quot;Thanks&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Smart Little Gobble Gobble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0fRvsahmi8M/TrgAijKYg2I/AAAAAAAAEi0/hklugNxxvIM/s1600/Henry%2B-%2Bnov%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0fRvsahmi8M/TrgAijKYg2I/AAAAAAAAEi0/hklugNxxvIM/s400/Henry%2B-%2Bnov%2B2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672284324227482466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little turkey can say "gobble gobble" and "give thanks". It makes my Mama heart so proud. He is a sponge and I love it! This week I am making a thankful tree for us to have on the table at dinner time. It has made me think of all the little bitty things we have to be thankful for. Henry absorbing things and learning so much is something I am most thankful for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been saying his ABC's for about 2 months now and it is clear as a bell. You can even start at any given letter and he will pick it up and finish it. So smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is counting to 14. I have the cutest video of he and his daddy counting but downloading videos is my downfall. I don't take time to do it.  Maybe I will this week if time allows. His little voice melts my insides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also knows all his shapes. You can even throw out a diamond or an octagon and he will tell you exactly what it is. You should hear him say "octagon".  Preciousness! It makes me laugh because it is surreal to think he knows all this. Our school is amazing and we try to make sure most of what he plays with and watches at home is educational. It is paying off and that is so rewarding for this Mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful to have this little turkey of mine. He colors my world. Thanksgiving is a great time to give thanks for all our blessings and he is the best blessing. He is healthy, happy and he laughs....I love that he laughs. laughing is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-8796611267103749573?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/8796611267103749573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=8796611267103749573&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/8796611267103749573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/8796611267103749573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/11/smart-little-gobble-gobble.html' title='Smart Little Gobble Gobble'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0fRvsahmi8M/TrgAijKYg2I/AAAAAAAAEi0/hklugNxxvIM/s72-c/Henry%2B-%2Bnov%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-3320132043762848134</id><published>2011-11-05T18:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T18:22:36.731-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><title type='text'>A Big Buck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LcMn43cv7xU/TrXEmJSbMSI/AAAAAAAAEio/Z9LX42SQZQM/s1600/photo%255B1%255D%2B%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671655465350279458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LcMn43cv7xU/TrXEmJSbMSI/AAAAAAAAEio/Z9LX42SQZQM/s400/photo%255B1%255D%2B%25283%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daniel scored the first big buck of the family. We are so proud...but not near as proud as he is. Look at that smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-3320132043762848134?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/3320132043762848134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=3320132043762848134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/3320132043762848134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/3320132043762848134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/11/big-buck.html' title='A Big Buck'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LcMn43cv7xU/TrXEmJSbMSI/AAAAAAAAEio/Z9LX42SQZQM/s72-c/photo%255B1%255D%2B%25283%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-6772868093572985020</id><published>2011-11-04T08:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T09:29:57.900-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Food Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uFxEGVra1f0/TrPxOOubTGI/AAAAAAAAEiE/CUix3BI0FFI/s1600/deer%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uFxEGVra1f0/TrPxOOubTGI/AAAAAAAAEiE/CUix3BI0FFI/s400/deer%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671141582562872418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you love deer chili? I do. Since my hunky hunter likes to shoot ducks more than deer, his fun-loving Uncle Tim scored me a deer. We gave him 2000 pounds of corn and in return he was to get me a deer. I texted him last weekend and asked, "you killing my deer, boy?". He responded, "I am working on it, dear!" So, this week I got the text that said, "I got your deer, woman". I love that man. He had it processed and ground up for me. Now I just have to go get it and we will have chili at our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I6DZNxL3k3Q/TrPxNi5ztVI/AAAAAAAAEh0/EYCvAbIC-eM/s1600/315329250_xTgaWz2G_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I6DZNxL3k3Q/TrPxNi5ztVI/AAAAAAAAEh0/EYCvAbIC-eM/s400/315329250_xTgaWz2G_c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671141570799449426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cannot wait to make these. Don't they look so fun? Henry LOVES a mini Nutter Butter. When he says "cookie"this is what he wants. Don't give him a mini Oreo, Chips Ahoy or Ritz pb cracker...the boy knows!  think I will make these for him this month. Maybe take them to Texas for Thanksgiving?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgvodnuPNSA/TrPxNd3nioI/AAAAAAAAEho/1k7B7VL31yU/s1600/corn%2Bdog%2Bmuffins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgvodnuPNSA/TrPxNd3nioI/AAAAAAAAEho/1k7B7VL31yU/s400/corn%2Bdog%2Bmuffins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671141569448086146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a photo off of the internet. But honestly, doesn't everyone's muffin pan look like this?!  Anyway, I like the idea of throwing some jiffy corn muffin mix in and putting half of a hot dog on top and baking it. You then have a corn dog muffin! A fun meal for the kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NC-H6A3_saE/TrPxMX4DFLI/AAAAAAAAEhc/txi2A-h1wEA/s1600/pizza%2Bcrescents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NC-H6A3_saE/TrPxMX4DFLI/AAAAAAAAEhc/txi2A-h1wEA/s400/pizza%2Bcrescents.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671141550659409074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also got this photo and idea from the internet. I am trying this next week. Easy and will be a winner with my boys. They love pepperoni, cheese and crescents. I am all about easy these days...but easy must also be tasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BXdOUJopEHM/TrPxMFNkWoI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/7N5n6ff7Ldk/s1600/henry%2Borange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BXdOUJopEHM/TrPxMFNkWoI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/7N5n6ff7Ldk/s400/henry%2Borange.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671141545649396354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another photo from Henry's Halloween pajama party at school. He loved those cheese puffs. He is a mess in more ways than one! I love that sweet little foodie of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Food Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-6772868093572985020?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/6772868093572985020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=6772868093572985020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/6772868093572985020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/6772868093572985020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/11/food-friday.html' title='Food Friday'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uFxEGVra1f0/TrPxOOubTGI/AAAAAAAAEiE/CUix3BI0FFI/s72-c/deer%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-2635149395241086974</id><published>2011-11-02T10:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T10:35:36.872-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Days'/><title type='text'>Word!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="www.pinterest.com"&gt;Pinteres&lt;/a&gt;t I have a post for today. I am in a witty mood and have little to post about today. So, here we have it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2fRFKVu0n4/TrFfoRWE3vI/AAAAAAAAEg0/OyFTGKfj_b0/s1600/93961595_rwnyQZV3_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2fRFKVu0n4/TrFfoRWE3vI/AAAAAAAAEg0/OyFTGKfj_b0/s400/93961595_rwnyQZV3_c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670418551291567858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so true....so.so.so.VERY true. I am Abby and I am a Diet Cokeaholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ricT-vUOtk/TrFfoDiEt3I/AAAAAAAAEgs/cDjKW0NHLuw/s1600/188916883_SeX3iMic_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ricT-vUOtk/TrFfoDiEt3I/AAAAAAAAEgs/cDjKW0NHLuw/s400/188916883_SeX3iMic_c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670418547583793010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This makes me laugh and there is really no need to leave me comments about it...I know, I know. But you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Np9FXQvS5Q/TrFfoSUt9QI/AAAAAAAAEhI/8RI-VBq2mwk/s1600/85247746_nH8aQNF1_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Np9FXQvS5Q/TrFfoSUt9QI/AAAAAAAAEhI/8RI-VBq2mwk/s400/85247746_nH8aQNF1_c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670418551554307330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I need this on my my email signature. I apologize for my misuse of grammar for past and all future posts, emails and Facebook updates. I was an English scholar back in the day. That day is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B5DBfxz0nnk/TrFd9rk0CII/AAAAAAAAEgE/XIMzZLHTZ2M/s1600/416231621_sNkQgQCm_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B5DBfxz0nnk/TrFd9rk0CII/AAAAAAAAEgE/XIMzZLHTZ2M/s400/416231621_sNkQgQCm_c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670416720086698114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This makes me laugh outloud because it hits real close (Love ya, Mama!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eSDSYI_3ixc/TrFd9UZdKrI/AAAAAAAAEf8/Sxq4fjnxRf0/s1600/snufflin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eSDSYI_3ixc/TrFd9UZdKrI/AAAAAAAAEf8/Sxq4fjnxRf0/s400/snufflin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670416713865046706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know it! Everyday. Every stinkin day I am Snufflin like a rock star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9BEe0OMDcZw/TrFd-HOty2I/AAAAAAAAEgc/qLPlc3X_N30/s1600/375667646_dHeaNJxZ_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9BEe0OMDcZw/TrFd-HOty2I/AAAAAAAAEgc/qLPlc3X_N30/s400/375667646_dHeaNJxZ_c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670416727510207330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And can I get an AMEN!! There is not enough Germ-X to get us to Spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-2635149395241086974?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/2635149395241086974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=2635149395241086974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/2635149395241086974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/2635149395241086974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/11/word.html' title='Word!'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2fRFKVu0n4/TrFfoRWE3vI/AAAAAAAAEg0/OyFTGKfj_b0/s72-c/93961595_rwnyQZV3_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-8545508600302522477</id><published>2011-11-01T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T02:00:07.039-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abby'/><title type='text'>A Week of Memories</title><content type='html'>There are dates on the calendar that bring back memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure Dec. 25, Feb. 14, Aug. 8 and Aug. 14 are dates that bring back memories. But there are those other dates that when I look at my calendar and see them my heart leaps with joy at the memories, or it falls to the pit of my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is a mixture of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first date was on Oct. 31. I was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sophomore&lt;/span&gt; in high school (&amp;amp; way to young to date), a senior asked me out, and because of his good reputation, and to save me huge &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt;, my parents let me go. I was so excited. And nervous. Before I could go on my date I had to take my 7 year old sister trick-or-treating. Sounds harmless, but it wasn't. Abby was dressed as a cross between Tina Turner and Cyndi &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lauper&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, it was just bad, but she loved it. I wish I had a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to get back so I could hide her before my date showed up but wouldn't you know he was early &amp;amp; I was on time and he saw her. I was so embarrassed, but he thought she was cute. Now that I have a 7 year old girl I can see where Abby was quite cute that night, but as a 15 year old I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to think about all the fun times I had in high school. They really all began that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week 15 years ago, I received a call that my biological father had died. The circumstances were anything but pleasant and I was stunned. Our relationship had not been what it could have been, but the love I felt for him was strong. Strong. I had grieved the loss of grandparents but the loss of a parent, no matter the closeness, is something all together different. I wasn't real close to his family and I was nervous about going to the funeral. Stephen was my rock that week. I couldn't have done it if I had to have done it alone. It was the first time in our marriage we had had to deal with anything heavy and devastating. And we did it well. I'll never understand the whys of his death, and from my experience the past 15 years, this week will have a sadness to it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful for a God that exchanges my sorrow for joy and my weeping for gladness. And for giving me a girl so that I think Abby could have possibly been cute that night so many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-8545508600302522477?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/8545508600302522477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=8545508600302522477&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/8545508600302522477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/8545508600302522477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/11/week-of-memories.html' title='A Week of Memories'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-1813829377380669107</id><published>2011-10-31T21:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T22:03:53.088-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neighbors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Days'/><title type='text'>"Quack Quack" Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzctr_G9Nh8/Tq9btSXhdsI/AAAAAAAAEfk/ALnx7IVVGAc/s1600/happy%2Bhalloween%2Bmorning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669851289465484994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzctr_G9Nh8/Tq9btSXhdsI/AAAAAAAAEfk/ALnx7IVVGAc/s400/happy%2Bhalloween%2Bmorning.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry started his Halloween morning with a spooky face! He is so silly and was so excited to get to school and see all his friends. He made pumpkin art and a pumpkin book while celebrating orange and black day with his little buddies at his school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wxmE1SHuczM/Tq9btLcyM_I/AAAAAAAAEfY/omyyZdA9AxY/s1600/TRUCK%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669851287608505330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wxmE1SHuczM/Tq9btLcyM_I/AAAAAAAAEfY/omyyZdA9AxY/s400/TRUCK%2521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After school he was ready to get out to the truck. He loves Daddy's truck. In fact, he is slightly obsessed with the truck. I have a little video I will load this week of him having a fit to get in the truck. So strange. We went to Sonic for 50 cent corn dogs before trick or treating. He was happy to get a ride in the truck and we were happy to eat some cheap corn dogs...it is the simple things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v-G1iYDVw20/Tq9bs54TiSI/AAAAAAAAEfM/0ZfmxNGpbcQ/s1600/duck%2Bin%2Bwagon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669851282892097826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v-G1iYDVw20/Tq9bs54TiSI/AAAAAAAAEfM/0ZfmxNGpbcQ/s400/duck%2Bin%2Bwagon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a little stop in another neighborhood close by to visit a friend and my boss, we headed home to get our trick or treat on in a serious way! The duck went in his wagon and off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H27YtakSSRI/Tq9bsmd4mkI/AAAAAAAAEfA/IXpH_D728jM/s1600/wagon%2Bride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669851277681007170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H27YtakSSRI/Tq9bsmd4mkI/AAAAAAAAEfA/IXpH_D728jM/s400/wagon%2Bride.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went from house to house in style...I tell ya! We all had such a fun time. I told Randall it was the most fun Halloween I have had since I was a child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gqtm3Eyb9C4/Tq9bKmAL1iI/AAAAAAAAEe0/butnUE1dwBc/s1600/norenda%2527s%2Bdoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669850693440886306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gqtm3Eyb9C4/Tq9bKmAL1iI/AAAAAAAAEe0/butnUE1dwBc/s400/norenda%2527s%2Bdoor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ms. Norenda's house is always a fun stop. Her porch is decorated for every holiday and Halloween is great fun with the pumpkins talking and howling. Henry just walked right up, knocked and yelled "trick or treat". They loved our duck and filled his bucket up with all sorts of goodies. A fun fact....Ms. Norenda drives the only pink Cadillac in our town. She IS Mary Kay! We love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VA4_O6KwBi8/Tq9bJpmugNI/AAAAAAAAEec/k6QxNqO5gEc/s1600/Lindi%2527s%2Bporch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669850677227978962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VA4_O6KwBi8/Tq9bJpmugNI/AAAAAAAAEec/k6QxNqO5gEc/s400/Lindi%2527s%2Bporch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our next stop was at Ms. Lindi's house. Henry loved her house, her pumpkins, her candy and her sweet boy, Hayden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_4-K4BjL6wc/Tq9bJDSqq5I/AAAAAAAAEeQ/x60lN-hq4dk/s1600/henry%2Band%2Bhayden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 348px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669850666943294354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_4-K4BjL6wc/Tq9bJDSqq5I/AAAAAAAAEeQ/x60lN-hq4dk/s400/henry%2Band%2Bhayden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hayden and Henry. Our street could be in trouble...just sayin! The cutest hunter and duck, ever. Henry walked up to Hayden's rocking chair and climbed up there with him, while sucking on his sucker the whole time. It was so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w5hBeDLKCEs/Tq9bIyXZD8I/AAAAAAAAEeE/mGRFkrwOuhs/s1600/candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669850662399709122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w5hBeDLKCEs/Tq9bIyXZD8I/AAAAAAAAEeE/mGRFkrwOuhs/s400/candy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stopped at Mr. Jim &amp;amp; Mrs. Sheila's and saw their teenage son, Hunter. They live directly next to us and Henry LOVES them...they are great. I failed to get a photo of that stop. We went to a few other houses on our street and had a fun time with our duck. He got lots of yummy candy and smiled all night in his costume. We then got to come home and pass out our candy to a few little friends. Precious memories were made and none of them were scary, pertained to death, goblins, ghosts or the devil. Halloween really isn't bad. It is what YOU make of it. We made it a ducky good time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon we got "trick or treat" down pat we now have to start on "gobble, gobble!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-1813829377380669107?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/1813829377380669107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=1813829377380669107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/1813829377380669107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/1813829377380669107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/10/quack-quack-halloween.html' title='&quot;Quack Quack&quot; Halloween'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzctr_G9Nh8/Tq9btSXhdsI/AAAAAAAAEfk/ALnx7IVVGAc/s72-c/happy%2Bhalloween%2Bmorning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-7184878129903135787</id><published>2011-10-30T20:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T20:46:56.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trunk or treat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Trunk Or Treat Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--gPU2YDYKAE/Tq37gLJQW9I/AAAAAAAAEd4/tAQgiszhiHc/s1600/trunk%2Bor%2Btreat%2Btahoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 382px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669464036095318994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--gPU2YDYKAE/Tq37gLJQW9I/AAAAAAAAEd4/tAQgiszhiHc/s400/trunk%2Bor%2Btreat%2Btahoe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We participated in trunk or treat at our Church's Fall Festival. It was great fun to prepare for it, but when I got there the wind was insane, so I had failed execution and found myself just sticking stuff where it would stay put. It sort of looked like Halloween threw up in the back of my ride...but it was all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ub-d9AkO4nc/Tq37fWyn6aI/AAAAAAAAEds/fqeipcdtnHc/s1600/Lee3%2Bat%2Btrunk%2Bor%2Btreat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669464022041749922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ub-d9AkO4nc/Tq37fWyn6aI/AAAAAAAAEds/fqeipcdtnHc/s400/Lee3%2Bat%2Btrunk%2Bor%2Btreat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little family was excited about our first trunk or treat with our new church family. Our duck was a hit...as he always is. It is almost embarrassing how they make over him at our church. I pray he is humble. I seriously pray for humility for him. It worries me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OWj--pLQUxU/Tq37e50t0KI/AAAAAAAAEdg/xhIopSaU2io/s1600/Duck%2Bin%2Bthe%2Btruck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669464014265897122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OWj--pLQUxU/Tq37e50t0KI/AAAAAAAAEdg/xhIopSaU2io/s400/Duck%2Bin%2Bthe%2Btruck.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The handsome little duck sat in the back and watched all the kids trunk or treat while sucking on his sucker. He would occasionally belt out "I'm a duck!" and they would laugh at him. Henry is a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCRdG1FLhU0/Tq37eeyEliI/AAAAAAAAEdU/65hShVMR4hE/s1600/Bro%2BStan%2Band%2Bboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669464007007049250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCRdG1FLhU0/Tq37eeyEliI/AAAAAAAAEdU/65hShVMR4hE/s400/Bro%2BStan%2Band%2Bboys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our pastor, Bro. Stan is smitten with Henry and loves talking agriculture with Randall. He tried to get Henry to ride his pony but Henry would have none of it. He smiled and said "NO!" but missed the "sir" part....we have to work on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NZbKYBfht7E/Tq37eMBd4HI/AAAAAAAAEdI/hiKNRJVkuvU/s1600/duck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669464001971347570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NZbKYBfht7E/Tq37eMBd4HI/AAAAAAAAEdI/hiKNRJVkuvU/s400/duck.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being parents has brought a whole new meaning to Halloween and fall festival fun. We are loving all the candy we have in the house now and the fun that comes with all these festive outings with our little guy. What a blessing to be able to have fun and enjoy the simple things in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4589934594303361668-7184878129903135787?l=sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/feeds/7184878129903135787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4589934594303361668&amp;postID=7184878129903135787&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/7184878129903135787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4589934594303361668/posts/default/7184878129903135787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sistersabbyandjulie.blogspot.com/2011/10/trunk-or-treat-fun.html' title='Trunk Or Treat Fun'/><author><name>Sisters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04266141026462515672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDyTwDNyGMQ/SZo0tyA6QiI/AAAAAAAABXI/QcGKslzkIRo/S220/Sisters+at+the+Village+10-06.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--gPU2YDYKAE/Tq37gLJQW9I/AAAAAAAAEd4/tAQgiszhiHc/s72-c/trunk%2Bor%2Btreat%2Btahoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4589934594303361668.post-3100696524757040446</id><published>2011-10-29T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T07:00:07.017-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parties'/><title type='text'>Harvest Party Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HuqLv2MKt90/TqsYnJ8hd2I/AAAAAAAAEc8/huqMLBJHNSk/s1600/lee%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HuqLv2MKt90/TqsYnJ8hd2I/AAAAAAAAEc8/huqMLBJHNSk/s400/lee%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668651616939636578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We partied it up at Henry's school Friday afternoon. It was his harvest party and the last day of spirit week. It was PJ day...just so you know when you look at these pictures. He was such a cutie in his monster pj's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PuDkK_f4LUs/TqsYQY6gqlI/AAAAAAAAEcg/-B-byKbEMow/s1600/juice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PuDkK_f4LUs/TqsYQY6gqlI/AAAAAAAAEcg/-B-byKbEMow/s400/juice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668651225820736082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry loved his juice box. He had all these fun sweet treats on his plate and he went bonkers over the juice box. I love my sweet boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuBfMkGk6Hw/TqsYPo4SceI/AAAAAAAAEcU/YlNDiSO5B_o/s1600/treat%2Bbags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuBfMkGk6Hw/TqsYPo4SceI/AAAAAAAAEcU/YlNDiSO5B_o/s400/treat%2Bbags.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668651212926513634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Treat time is something at his school. I forget how fancy some of the mothers can be. I must say my treat sacks were the saddest of the bunch. And if you know me, you know how sad that made me.  Seriously, I am already preparing Christmas goodie sacks in my mind...hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5QhCE0kD488/TqsYPVTVSxI/AAAAAAAAEcI/iNf_C_sp9Dc/s1600/excited%2Bface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5QhCE0kD488/TqsYPVTVSxI/AAAAAAAAEcI/iNf_C_sp9Dc/s400/excited%2Bface.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668651207671237394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love his excited face. He was elated about the Mickey Mouse "Hot dog" coloring book he got from his best girl, Piper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c_3SJoVQNgc/TqsYOVolxfI/AAAAAAAAEcA/yoBO1kwO9_g/s1600/piper%2Band%2Bamie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c_3SJoVQNgc/TqsYOVolxfI/AAAAAAAAEcA/yoBO1kwO9_g/s400/piper%2Band%2Bamie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668651190580528626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Piper was giddy about her Mama  being at her party. She is so cute in her Dora pjs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYrxGKlw2X4/TqsYOK87VuI/AAAAAAAAEbw/GnfZsMcEFiU/s1600/trick%2Bor%2Btreat%2Brules.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYrxGKlw2X4/TqsYOK87VuI/AAAAAAAAEbw/GnfZsMcEFiU/s400/trick%2Bor%2Btreat%2Brules.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668651187713038050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite memento from the party was the sheet they sent home from art time today. Henry colored his safety sheet for trick or treating. It made me laugh. 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