tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63091386510993415882024-02-19T00:23:35.864-07:00Our Family Here on EarthMathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644350983009720312noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309138651099341588.post-45191563486945220432012-03-16T10:40:00.001-06:002012-03-16T10:40:41.882-06:00New Picasa Web Albums Activity<div> <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/"> <img src="http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/picasaweblogo-en_US.gif" border="0" alt="Picasa Web Albums"/> </a></div> <div style="margin-top: 5px;"> <div style="background-color: #E1ECFF; border: thin solid #C4DCFF; font-family: arial; font-size: 20px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-top: 20px; width: 600px;">Recent Uploads</div><div class="lhcl_title" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold;"><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/mathew.j.weaver?feat=content_notification'>Mathew Weaver</a> added 7 photos to <a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/sredir?uname=mathew.j.weaver&target=ALBUM&id=5092836005438986017&authkey=Gv1sRgCP3klK7m7qilWg&feat=content_notification'>Our Family Here on Earth</a> </div> <div style="color:#A0A0A0; font-size: 12px;">Mar 15, 2012 9:30:07 AM</div> <p></p><table cellspacing="6"><tr><td colspan="2" style="white-space: nowrap;"><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/sredir?uname=mathew.j.weaver&target=PHOTO&id=5720160504845211986&aid=5092836005438986017&authkey=Gv1sRgCP3klK7m7qilWg&feat=content_notification" style="margin-right: 8px"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj23SaVcxKJ8r51hTmpiQdTLf_ClOXExJ6WxCJIH8uIJEdwFFcS1Z5WA4bOdDofmWJO1einZ4bJb46V1782WNb6zBfn-Ih9BMyVahbXSVYmdP_ZMSCuAqORVHLaXRRlkVi4eQLlufVAeZg/s160-c/.jpg"></a><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/sredir?uname=mathew.j.weaver&target=PHOTO&id=5720160743945485442&aid=5092836005438986017&authkey=Gv1sRgCP3klK7m7qilWg&feat=content_notification" style="margin-right: 8px"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdFVglD9C0IQYwsY0ORDCseOFB3P0-8nfCujGt_ZtIXV18MRGPi1z9crF9ZAyb4ZYyS2Z5EJkOuzhY6NPU9ooWI6wO3IoiGTBt4P-cATpezjDASU_vc0wW2jzSxQTwzInvvp2eXbA1Cts/s160-c/.jpg"></a><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/sredir?uname=mathew.j.weaver&target=PHOTO&id=5720161155071473746&aid=5092836005438986017&authkey=Gv1sRgCP3klK7m7qilWg&feat=content_notification" style="margin-right: 8px"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4P1YqX_Y4m6N3QmAZGKy6ir2Vy8ZhqIA7Tps476KvYXcD8WuoGIWtPnGf8IpqSjr-GqCkJci1TiEOd6whJ5L2mK1R7HC_MMD19FN5hBHQ7A3gaKgmcUyHR6QOabSnzNUsagGRdhcp9KA/s160-c/.jpg"></a><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/sredir?uname=mathew.j.weaver&target=PHOTO&id=5720162004805194082&aid=5092836005438986017&authkey=Gv1sRgCP3klK7m7qilWg&feat=content_notification" style="margin-right: 8px"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWZGOoNJ2ehcZ-nqRO6oscyfaWSvThOf0GuCHTBqq1_q21b3lV961nVSC3GY3Dvpn02TclN7gMSiO-OrwFpVCHdSLNq9MTplqTbBWxJ_wjzclDRgTQU31Pj020TY1xiLEzPiLjSDbfKFg/s160-c/.jpg"></a><a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/sredir?uname=mathew.j.weaver&target=PHOTO&id=5720162011524266754&aid=5092836005438986017&authkey=Gv1sRgCP3klK7m7qilWg&feat=content_notification" style="margin-right: 8px"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-tiFdBbqcfLVqd4XF36r8HLKHLzMq-1WZXMYC_LJV4_J7RmkGdlcY0vEa556WTjxyFIB62cTK17YdDfCRGrFVX2sMdcXh3smCAvxG4i6Y0mTVUWQlWjEcLSgbr_PwaV6kLJPmrIj0bqQ/s160-c/.jpg"></a></td></tr><tr><td> <a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/sredir?uname=mathew.j.weaver&target=PHOTO&id=5720160504845211986&aid=5092836005438986017&authkey=Gv1sRgCP3klK7m7qilWg&feat=content_notification" style="color: #3964C2; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none;">Post Comment</a></td><td align="right" style="font-size: 11px; color: #B0B0B0;"><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/unsubscribeEmailForm?uname=mathew.j.weaver&email=mat84.mail2blog%40blogger.com&atok=pEmLVLxV9B8&hl=en_US'>Unsubscribe</a> from this user.</td></tr></table> </div> <div style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px;"> <font size="-1"> To share your photos or receive notification when your friends share photos, <a href="https://www.google.com/accounts/NewAccount?hl=en_US&continue=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2F&passive=true&service=lh2">get your own free Picasa Web Albums account</a>. </font> </div> <div> </div> Mathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644350983009720312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309138651099341588.post-18872889595681662772012-03-14T17:33:00.000-06:002012-03-15T10:32:55.326-06:00Welcome ChristianIt turns out that <a href="http://www.piday.org/">Pi Day</a> was a good day for Christian to be born into our family. It took over seven hours and two epidurals (I hope it was two-for-one day ...) to get half way through the labor process. But once we hit the half way point, it was only ninety more minutes until he arrived.
He was a week early (thirty nine weeks instead of forty weeks) and still weighed in at nine pounds and nine ounces and twenty one and a half inches. He is not a small baby, but Katie has some experience with delivering large babies.
He has lots of dark hair, which fits well with our phase two children. Our phase one children all had a dearth of blonde hair; our phase two children have a plethora of dark hair.
He is a mellow baby, and both he and Katie are doing well. Here are some pictures.
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Always great to know that things are final, as far as the courts are concerned, but then again, it really doesn't change our relationship or how we do things. Besides, all the pomp and circumstance lasts for all of ten minutes!<div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp2Neav48tMPMv-SbOZixIk3UgLjVp6A7aWljrKF2khz_49opg0xqCGHA92I-G-FvDoYdvDBhNY_IyU7LrZ2PPDQ8MqmMk9PqfNoMrgOt_2Nk03PtqpfDdIueDDvV_g3lr8A88InPQdAI/s1600/DSC_0918.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp2Neav48tMPMv-SbOZixIk3UgLjVp6A7aWljrKF2khz_49opg0xqCGHA92I-G-FvDoYdvDBhNY_IyU7LrZ2PPDQ8MqmMk9PqfNoMrgOt_2Nk03PtqpfDdIueDDvV_g3lr8A88InPQdAI/s320/DSC_0918.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597128700005327634" /></a>This is our wonderful social worker, Morgan. We have gotten to know her, or should I say, that she has gotten to know us very well. We will miss seeing her every few months. She loved our boys.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzt9QZuzSDSSMF0a1E5uJ0Tbc9K6mXU1M93SOyQGfMSGIG2rMYpyjv9x1vFdtEsWuZJZ75-uZTMGkXpzFE9ZiObCca0NoGeUQxPQEINLZ188ddujo6_QHF9VUmJhH_yBie2GMeVT0g240/s1600/DSC_0924.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzt9QZuzSDSSMF0a1E5uJ0Tbc9K6mXU1M93SOyQGfMSGIG2rMYpyjv9x1vFdtEsWuZJZ75-uZTMGkXpzFE9ZiObCca0NoGeUQxPQEINLZ188ddujo6_QHF9VUmJhH_yBie2GMeVT0g240/s1600/DSC_0924.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzt9QZuzSDSSMF0a1E5uJ0Tbc9K6mXU1M93SOyQGfMSGIG2rMYpyjv9x1vFdtEsWuZJZ75-uZTMGkXpzFE9ZiObCca0NoGeUQxPQEINLZ188ddujo6_QHF9VUmJhH_yBie2GMeVT0g240/s320/DSC_0924.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597128692551285186" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI3FxMZcRfiKAgmwx-BDKpniCl2AbJuB_VyHL-V6aQ5jzE6x2o-kurBtaeVSBWSCiZWobtpRpn9DGCL4YJjaVKnS1EvGjgXbp3_0n-wUHo4WMjUUrbEvEfPu_J2Ss87ZmcBD9VeXSR-hM/s1600/DSC_0929.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI3FxMZcRfiKAgmwx-BDKpniCl2AbJuB_VyHL-V6aQ5jzE6x2o-kurBtaeVSBWSCiZWobtpRpn9DGCL4YJjaVKnS1EvGjgXbp3_0n-wUHo4WMjUUrbEvEfPu_J2Ss87ZmcBD9VeXSR-hM/s320/DSC_0929.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597128685217186818" /></a>Here is our lively family. Never a dull moment, or a calm picture.</div><div><br /></div><div>(And just so you can relate to our crazy life, here is an inside look into our family....)</div><div><br /></div><div>Isaac woke up this morning with a very gooey eye. Fearing that it was pink eye (yuck), I called the doctor. So running to the doctor became my new morning activity. I gathered our "court clothes" and made a mad dash for town. At this time I started to think I had over reacted and why was I doing this.</div><div><br /></div><div>Isaac was diagnosed with pink eye and also double ear infections. Really? And here I thought I was over-reacting. After leaving the office I called to let Mat know what we found out. Because of time, we were in the process of figuring out who was going to pick up children from school and where we were going to meet up. Before those pertinent facts were decided, my phone battery died. Ugh!!!!! Do you ever wonder how we survived before cell phones? Amazingly enough, we met up, everyone changed into their "court clothes", with nothing forgotten and left at home, and we even made it to court on time.</div><div><br /></div><div>At the end of a crazy day, I look back and laugh about all that goes on and what we survive. But I am so grateful for families and the many blessings that a loving Heavenly Father has given to me and to our family.</div><div><br /></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07729103393744869569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309138651099341588.post-67205728553825533232011-04-17T20:41:00.004-06:002011-04-17T20:48:38.493-06:00A touching poem<b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Just the Same</span></b><div>by Diana Lynn Lacey </div><div><i>Ensign</i> April 2011</div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes-</div><div>God sends rain</div><div>Straight from the sky</div><div>To nourish the young flower</div><div>and it grows.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes-</div><div>God sends rain from the sky</div><div>To the mountaintops,</div><div>Then over hills and through valleys</div><div>Until it reaches the flower</div><div>and it grows, just the same.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes-</div><div>God sends a child</div><div>Straight from His realm</div><div>Into a mother's arms</div><div>and love grows.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes-</div><div>God sends a child</div><div>From heaven to another's arms,</div><div>Then over hills and through valleys</div><div>Until he reaches the arms of his mother</div><div>and love grows, just the same.</div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07729103393744869569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309138651099341588.post-79650422869101830492011-03-28T21:22:00.002-06:002011-03-28T21:29:58.333-06:00What's Up?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6jVRiXnOvZ88cJSHIDmQ10GWrOZ1sc9zggFRowgzYCfapfw4JtovDjzj0BzpCPs8IngKAnQ4ki4SaX28Cd98Qrau7EKXswlzZTYvgZAofcKzRp2PQQbrbFsMIFdLfTDCQJLL3Q0v3pjk/s1600/DSC_0693.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6jVRiXnOvZ88cJSHIDmQ10GWrOZ1sc9zggFRowgzYCfapfw4JtovDjzj0BzpCPs8IngKAnQ4ki4SaX28Cd98Qrau7EKXswlzZTYvgZAofcKzRp2PQQbrbFsMIFdLfTDCQJLL3Q0v3pjk/s320/DSC_0693.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589337304681688162" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6jVRiXnOvZ88cJSHIDmQ10GWrOZ1sc9zggFRowgzYCfapfw4JtovDjzj0BzpCPs8IngKAnQ4ki4SaX28Cd98Qrau7EKXswlzZTYvgZAofcKzRp2PQQbrbFsMIFdLfTDCQJLL3Q0v3pjk/s1600/DSC_0693.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><span class="Apple-style-span">Someone added a hat to Daniel's head. It was several minutes before I noticed, and he didn't seem to mind at all. And yes, if you are thinking he is rather rolly polly, you would be correct. Six months younger than his brother, but as of today, only one pound seperates the happy and much loved brothers.<br /></span><br /></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07729103393744869569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309138651099341588.post-31880073315240189532011-03-26T21:31:00.000-06:002011-03-28T21:41:09.571-06:00Isaac turns 1 year old!<div>Can you believe it? Time has sure flown by!</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9vQIf-Ut2EqiY_rhOWtuOVDVieD6LycHifusbhsNb2R-0-YOPQsNwzGus-cbqLz35i1kyGhxYeOHWHcX9fpheEsPZUeB70Rb2q0Re4_q4l8XG2n4Z5UAAaq8qoG2KKMh0tA9cJF41KCE/s1600/DSC_0675.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9vQIf-Ut2EqiY_rhOWtuOVDVieD6LycHifusbhsNb2R-0-YOPQsNwzGus-cbqLz35i1kyGhxYeOHWHcX9fpheEsPZUeB70Rb2q0Re4_q4l8XG2n4Z5UAAaq8qoG2KKMh0tA9cJF41KCE/s320/DSC_0675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589340563336054130" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Having his first taste of Creamy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGEo6PRgE8ne7F0713Iqznelv_sn5tMLWmNPMUyRPr-JpjJW04naO3D7uCvopqu_uU65N7Kmds-yy4_jll42FbEsBNLgP9sGoCtTtL2he66HLIHEOz3ogYvPtQSSZ3RGwQESj4Lc-DYfU/s1600/DSC_0676.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGEo6PRgE8ne7F0713Iqznelv_sn5tMLWmNPMUyRPr-JpjJW04naO3D7uCvopqu_uU65N7Kmds-yy4_jll42FbEsBNLgP9sGoCtTtL2he66HLIHEOz3ogYvPtQSSZ3RGwQESj4Lc-DYfU/s320/DSC_0676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589340555465572850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Realizing that he doesn't like frozen sugary items.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwN3L7AZzaaRB_KrcsWKFKNy-ERZYpSMZXkByt-Gqy_cY_lTdN6JpNX62aXteccqO8qhjqN7fioY4xgePTxIy105prkZcIOmJGYERNl6nRIchQdn8C5TdxuiqIUp4BDzpeq2NFcnLbPkM/s1600/DSC_0680.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwN3L7AZzaaRB_KrcsWKFKNy-ERZYpSMZXkByt-Gqy_cY_lTdN6JpNX62aXteccqO8qhjqN7fioY4xgePTxIy105prkZcIOmJGYERNl6nRIchQdn8C5TdxuiqIUp4BDzpeq2NFcnLbPkM/s320/DSC_0680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589340553267882066" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Enjoying presents.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_TbEmkU2N_kRuhhi7VZf3CmQcY3yY26uNxa721kiPqKI1kj3o8OJ8SvSmdsM2PA3FZnkeYgat918Ol4VHjeHyHOF7DvWJhBRx0YqRTH31cpCwybL8WRbnQ7LTgXrTD_7YkR_v0nnavdI/s1600/DSC_0686.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_TbEmkU2N_kRuhhi7VZf3CmQcY3yY26uNxa721kiPqKI1kj3o8OJ8SvSmdsM2PA3FZnkeYgat918Ol4VHjeHyHOF7DvWJhBRx0YqRTH31cpCwybL8WRbnQ7LTgXrTD_7YkR_v0nnavdI/s320/DSC_0686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589340542293030338" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Loves the oversized ball.</div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07729103393744869569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309138651099341588.post-71528230142947336732011-03-05T09:41:00.000-07:002011-03-17T10:04:14.132-06:00Isaac's New Look<div style="text-align: left;">So for awhile we have been thinking of cutting Isaac's hair. We had thought that we might try and keep with tradition/culture and not cut his hair until he was a year old. We almost made it!</div><div><br /></div><div>Here is a picture of it all matted up and rather bad looking....</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtTfNWcNkVekl8unj9SlDrROAnkUppG1uNS_Rxt32cObn8M8r-Qul6GoUHiYzoqFZoqOCUxxOd82K2-_9MYBvtMPb6WtSE1dJuu6LQFs9RU6Ch9v0nNqFv6ixMTFz77NTa_eacJaalslc/s320/DSC_0562.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585077578064313522" /><br /></div><div>Here is Isaac after his bath and his hair all combed out, notice the bald spots running down both sides of his head? Natural mohawk!</div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpnmATdcHZlhsR9FeHwR0q9x7H_CCYiEn8Y5IYZXkfgMhOdT5EQE-D7lg1Fj2jzeSYFcMQBPbA1KRxzZkYo6t7xlhOqFzyEm3E0FqnHS3lvA4J4a_9IXzx5IHpxPCj2ZhEzcpSxwQsIqA/s320/DSC_0570.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585077110380614450" /><div>And finally his new look....</div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwUmekrhy6lRmufmGqTIbNaF-jh-QCoD98fEFRgmnkfXvQyruAAvferdIABMfPPc9VC-xwuf9g2z4HLRF2aux7oD01ol_ditiPrfE2xwnxjxpdxqNRZI478kRvCOvqRsnMUfVwD5rlF-Q/s320/DSC_0597.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585077978795996002" /><div><br /></div><div>I have to admit that it has taken me about a week to adjust to his new look, but he looks so much better, and just look at that adorable face!</div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07729103393744869569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309138651099341588.post-83756836667528328452011-02-13T21:15:00.008-07:002011-02-14T09:33:37.914-07:00Washington DC Trip<div style="text-align: left;">Recently Joseph and I had the opportunity to visit Washington DC. We had a great time and were able to visit many sites. Joseph picked out most of the places that we went and had a great time. He had so much fun riding the subway, taking a taxi for the first time, staying in a hotel and visiting lots of historic sites. Here are a few of our pictures along the way.</div><br /><div>We visited several Smithsonian Museums (did you know there are 19 museums?). This is the Museum of Natural History, by far Joseph's favorite, and his next favorite was the Postal Museum.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT49JE-z8HMOUk-1yK82VUfZLRzzTPS3AbOjuNqlx4tiYo7FtCzw1UHJz0iHMbme5e7hZ9l-FEaEYbOwHEWUDT4EFB7rErwJ8eCkXBd5SodSfdGhWFpLVatREnSNFEAdKukTk3JyV9hKA/s1600/DSC_0259.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT49JE-z8HMOUk-1yK82VUfZLRzzTPS3AbOjuNqlx4tiYo7FtCzw1UHJz0iHMbme5e7hZ9l-FEaEYbOwHEWUDT4EFB7rErwJ8eCkXBd5SodSfdGhWFpLVatREnSNFEAdKukTk3JyV9hKA/s320/DSC_0259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573396258005094562" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNdmwGruGTmIP9AmG0dTOHyBlzh0a6DkkmwBK07FxCIP_90UKrQa0S1BOr_BJZZkxpVu3CDs97QInBVgZDQ6tvH17qJcj1lra3MliukMBFj66dhL9jcESK52IujauBRs9B7lXg6jxcE-U/s1600/DSC_0265.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNdmwGruGTmIP9AmG0dTOHyBlzh0a6DkkmwBK07FxCIP_90UKrQa0S1BOr_BJZZkxpVu3CDs97QInBVgZDQ6tvH17qJcj1lra3MliukMBFj66dhL9jcESK52IujauBRs9B7lXg6jxcE-U/s320/DSC_0265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573396269610864978" /></a><br />This is Arlington Cemetery. I have seen pictures, but this was incredible. Do you know that they still bury people here? Between 18-22 people a day. We even saw a black wagon with black matching horses with a coffin in the back. The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, and also the graves of President Kennedy and his wife and two children are located here. It was freezing cold but well worth the visit.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrFJKZQ9xADqYpCnTjGEmDb4k5umKH6i_HO6LU_98kKARcwd6tN6JjXikcwVY_e_9llUcrr2YHdlX4hLJe4_-S6CQcIeGhawaN8bA9XM6fiDzjum-kkIbN-LAak62m6ocUSn7z_RiDZ_E/s1600/DSC_0277.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrFJKZQ9xADqYpCnTjGEmDb4k5umKH6i_HO6LU_98kKARcwd6tN6JjXikcwVY_e_9llUcrr2YHdlX4hLJe4_-S6CQcIeGhawaN8bA9XM6fiDzjum-kkIbN-LAak62m6ocUSn7z_RiDZ_E/s320/DSC_0277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573396280023981106" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixEoT9UJjlkwaHZQBnjGbuVYWpjuZ2d1aKNMAmafim630bJlBFo1UvVC5RIhwjyV4Nk2SeiO0AivoreD51ELaQezsNdxp0z72s7jVaA5UMnnbBqz8Oe4Vkq21S1ctx3sDLtne7SP72d5w/s1600/DSC_0288.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixEoT9UJjlkwaHZQBnjGbuVYWpjuZ2d1aKNMAmafim630bJlBFo1UvVC5RIhwjyV4Nk2SeiO0AivoreD51ELaQezsNdxp0z72s7jVaA5UMnnbBqz8Oe4Vkq21S1ctx3sDLtne7SP72d5w/s320/DSC_0288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573396270842735794" /></a><br /></div><div>Now we come to the reason of why we came to DC. This is my little brother David and his beautiful wife Betsy. David has been back East for the last five months. He graduated from his training and my parents and my siblings all were able to attend his graduation.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgczju9WwURjaAKMGWuF_-SuLePWK3xzQH1cBBlhXDvntM46mG7UwWidmnH1ARFOd0pJU8Et9sWqCsiWkaDvEYK3A6FCAPWOKVg8nOqAIOh5ZMPd2SnNyrPK-slve_w4luv1Bi7U2B3Dsw/s1600/DSC_0290.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgczju9WwURjaAKMGWuF_-SuLePWK3xzQH1cBBlhXDvntM46mG7UwWidmnH1ARFOd0pJU8Et9sWqCsiWkaDvEYK3A6FCAPWOKVg8nOqAIOh5ZMPd2SnNyrPK-slve_w4luv1Bi7U2B3Dsw/s320/DSC_0290.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573401054192917986" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>He was voted by his classmates to talk at graduation. He gave an excellent talk and we are all very proud of him. Congratulations David, we are so glad that we were able to be there with you.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyIJwvYdKjxaZOLabie4jpKDW7MQ0GERAWKGtXAZyMI7m0Wo1aXPpUyqm34Rf-Rv9Ghe8Lxt8VpajfRS1Av56gAW4nG6y2p3jvpwuXFewTTlT1ULFtsaDVCWhXbyPSNM8DejB6X0zmx-0/s1600/DSC_0313.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyIJwvYdKjxaZOLabie4jpKDW7MQ0GERAWKGtXAZyMI7m0Wo1aXPpUyqm34Rf-Rv9Ghe8Lxt8VpajfRS1Av56gAW4nG6y2p3jvpwuXFewTTlT1ULFtsaDVCWhXbyPSNM8DejB6X0zmx-0/s320/DSC_0313.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573401062440923154" /></a>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07729103393744869569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309138651099341588.post-50447622121440768002011-01-09T21:06:00.001-07:002011-01-09T21:20:23.999-07:00Look-a-likeLook closely at the hair ... what (in)famous celebrity does he resemble?<br />
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First name Mister. Second name Period. Third name...T!Mathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644350983009720312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309138651099341588.post-37720463118034007412011-01-09T20:59:00.001-07:002011-01-09T21:21:23.658-07:00Eating habitsIssac has learned at an early age the importance of eating vegetables:<br />
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We all love a good apple pie, especially when our friend Sarah comes over to bake the pie (with the help of her assistants):<br />
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</table>Mathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644350983009720312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309138651099341588.post-71716635762906092702010-12-05T20:32:00.001-07:002011-01-09T20:33:02.693-07:00The power of the Book of MormonA counselor in our bishopric served as a missionary in Taiwan many years ago. He shared an experience about a fifteen year old girl who read the Book of Mormon and wanted to be baptized. Her father was a Baptist preacher that led a congregation of approximately seven hundred people. Being a preacher was not just a religious expression, but it was also his livelihood. He would not give permission for her to be baptized. As her birthday approached, she told her father that the only birthday gift she desired was for him to read the Book of Mormon. He had great disinterest in reading the Book of Mormon, but after her persistence, he reluctantly agreed. He read the book in a short time and was overcome by the Spirit that testified to him of the truthfulness of the book. After reading the Book of Mormon and feeling its power, he stood before his congregation and testified of his experience. He then opened his pulpit to the mission president and missionaries, who proceeded to teach the gospel to the congregation. Over five hundred members of that congregation were eventually baptized because of the faith of a young girl and the power of the Book of Mormon.Mathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644350983009720312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309138651099341588.post-51193420985551556742010-12-01T20:40:00.002-07:002010-12-01T21:03:14.587-07:00Just for fun...Here are some recent pictures.....<div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Daniel....seven weeks old</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxOlALwAjrMYBTmhtIeOveIyhtMh7cUNsnRil4Z3of5PMGYmlBKCcZKYlO8ZS37cDivYag-RaR6uh-EJCRKONZTGnevQU611Dwr642lrz6ITm7uSREVKxgwAY2m15oIb5Qdj9Umwvxsd4/s1600/DSC_0408.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxOlALwAjrMYBTmhtIeOveIyhtMh7cUNsnRil4Z3of5PMGYmlBKCcZKYlO8ZS37cDivYag-RaR6uh-EJCRKONZTGnevQU611Dwr642lrz6ITm7uSREVKxgwAY2m15oIb5Qdj9Umwvxsd4/s320/DSC_0408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545926745959214466" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He's already showing personality..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9o_1XiAva8nECQWBUPdp44wRbsdSCtHdC5uKlJXrpDy9EndN1tXgQO2JRbWd64WbEJdakTVLFY5thNfQos7Ud_S2YBSdc2vo0v_c7Fv0AqaIavyztnMcdYxwTOBQQ0cWsU3T_jVOmZJU/s1600/DSC_0303.JPG"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9o_1XiAva8nECQWBUPdp44wRbsdSCtHdC5uKlJXrpDy9EndN1tXgQO2JRbWd64WbEJdakTVLFY5thNfQos7Ud_S2YBSdc2vo0v_c7Fv0AqaIavyztnMcdYxwTOBQQ0cWsU3T_jVOmZJU/s1600/DSC_0303.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9o_1XiAva8nECQWBUPdp44wRbsdSCtHdC5uKlJXrpDy9EndN1tXgQO2JRbWd64WbEJdakTVLFY5thNfQos7Ud_S2YBSdc2vo0v_c7Fv0AqaIavyztnMcdYxwTOBQQ0cWsU3T_jVOmZJU/s320/DSC_0303.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545926735591177986" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Isaac...eight months old</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBA16zmPvrJmVfclkYQtbeNqCvfRNinyMce1KHR6k-mzGRLCFKhtFHU-OAMxEF2Ai9XrQUY_7EFxEi3KzPOEQrzi93uLFphyphenhyphenRtUVIy9qCId_FwIOUTDDjBKNnBJJiiAcb0_g8XTDF-MJY/s1600/DSC_0304.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBA16zmPvrJmVfclkYQtbeNqCvfRNinyMce1KHR6k-mzGRLCFKhtFHU-OAMxEF2Ai9XrQUY_7EFxEi3KzPOEQrzi93uLFphyphenhyphenRtUVIy9qCId_FwIOUTDDjBKNnBJJiiAcb0_g8XTDF-MJY/s320/DSC_0304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545926718047583090" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It has been snowing here ALOT, one day recently the horses were running around like crazy. I tried to get some good action shots, but it was way to cold to be standing outside, so these were taken through the window. Notice the snow? We now have about 18-20 inches of snow. It will definitely be a white Christmas.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP9aEjpwhycka-l32-l7K-g4GSueq410CuvkrfOFqbLv-v00ischI5jebtaXYb49soKsKgG3RkZzI9BRosw-PQ-suZHZbHCnlfLrCLE1w4OiOvNJqFaXLteiczBvnsl-djyP4Tpb8Y1wc/s320/DSC_0339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545926738863862418" /><br /><br /></div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07729103393744869569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309138651099341588.post-87825283174823797232010-11-07T20:23:00.007-07:002011-01-09T20:25:41.610-07:00By small and not-so-simple thingsWe had a visitor at church today who stood and shared an experience that was very moving. His name is Ernie and he is from the Ivory Coast in Western Africa. He now lives in Logan with his wife. They have seven children, but only the youngest few are still at home. Ernie works as a janitor at Mountain Crest high school, as well as another job in the evening. <br />
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Many years ago, Ernie and his family lived in the Ivory Coast. Ernie was a college professor and also owned ten different restaurants in the city. They had a large home and several nice automobiles (with drivers). They lived near several other family members, including Ernie’s parents whom they helped in various ways. They were very well off and they were quite happy with their lives. Ernie had a friend, Charles, who decided that he wanted to go to the United States. Ernie wished Charles the best, but indicated that he had no desire to go to the United States. He was quite happy with his life and family in the Ivory Coast. Charles went to the U.S. Embassy to apply for a visa to enter the United States. While completing the application, Charles felt like he should also apply for a visa for Ernie. Unbeknownst to Ernie, Charles obtained a second application and filled in Ernie’s information. <br />
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Weeks passed, and Charles finally received notice about his visa application. He visited Ernie and explained that his own visa application had been declined. Charles then proceeded to tell Ernie that he had completed a second application for Ernie, which had been accepted. Ernie had been granted a visa to enter the United States without any knowledge of or desire to obtain the visa. Ernie explained to Charles the he did not want to go to the United States. He did not speak English, nor did his family, and they had no reason to go to the United States. Charles replied that he did not know why he had completed the application for Ernie, but had felt something prompting him to do so.<br />
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Ernie explained the situation to his family and they all agreed that they wanted to stay in the Ivory Coast. They had many blessings and a comfortable life and were not at all interested in going to the United States. Ernie’s parents were aging and need help, and his sister was ill. It was important for them to stay with their family. Ernie continued to think about the visa and wondered why Charles had filled out the application. After a few weeks, Ernie’s family was having family home evening and discussed the story of Lehi in the Book of Mormon. Lehi led his family out of their comfortable circumstances, even though some of them really did not want to leave. Ernie mentioned this to his family, but they replied simply that Ernie was not Lehi and they reaffirmed their desire to stay in the Ivory Coast. Shortly thereafter, Ernie had a dream that left an indelible impression upon him. He still did not know why, but he knew that he needed to take his family to the United States. Ernie soon bought tickets for himself, his wife, and his children to come to the United States. The only person they knew in the entire United States was a missionary that they had come to know in Ivory Coast. This man was living in Salt Lake City, so Ernie called him and explained the situation. The man offered to have Ernie and his family stay at his home. With much trepidation, Ernie and his family boarded a plane and began their journey to the United States – leaving all that they knew and loved behind.<br />
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The family had a difficult time adjusting to a new country, a new language, and a new culture. None of them spoke English, and they were very discouraged and lonely. On more than one occasion, Ernie found his wife and children in tears wishing that they could return to their home in the Ivory Coast. Ernie felt sorrow for their despair, but he knew that, despite their challenges, the Lord wanted them in the United States. It was only a short time later that Ernie received news that a civil war had begun in the Ivory Coast. His parents and sister had been killed, and much of their city had been destroyed. Had Ernie and his family dismissed the prompting to move, they also would have been killed. Ernie immediately knew that the Lord had led his family from destruction to salvation. They continued to have challenges, but they now knew that they were in the right place and that the Lord had blessed them immensely. They still do not have all of the material things that they had in the Ivory Coast. But they are alive and they have each other and they have a knowledge that the Lord loves them.<br />
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The Lord works is small and mysterious ways to bring about much righteousness. We need to be willing to receive blessings from the Lord, even if doing so means that we experience some discomfort. We do not understand all things, but we need to have faith in the Lord and lean not unto our own understanding. Ernie is a great example of faith and courage.Mathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644350983009720312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309138651099341588.post-51491233316265135742010-10-24T21:22:00.005-06:002010-10-24T22:00:24.003-06:00A Name and other exciting events<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzdPKDhH5ZwA1YE0YPy_K09YMabEY7eu7Xk4P73PTKWI7ISU3lKCyGiOIDtGf6NMuLF0Tkxu0sOtgZuLkptjA3D3KxvEk9AiTmR8ptx1mjwIOQY56oUCcjXsks1CTtfsk8ekPpFwK7znU/s1600/DSC_0140.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzdPKDhH5ZwA1YE0YPy_K09YMabEY7eu7Xk4P73PTKWI7ISU3lKCyGiOIDtGf6NMuLF0Tkxu0sOtgZuLkptjA3D3KxvEk9AiTmR8ptx1mjwIOQY56oUCcjXsks1CTtfsk8ekPpFwK7znU/s320/DSC_0140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531823768736717650" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The official release of version 6 is:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Daniel JaKwaun Edward</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Yes it is a bit unusual, but sometimes situations call<br />for a bit of compromise, and this is one such time!)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Notice the tongue, he really does keep it out like that most of the time.</div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8-qiWWJKTOtaaLruwqAm7t_gwKJQPGy6uJBKBSnorRz2R5wngpTsn5e-Du9Ba-WdD6YFOTICSI-fj3vV3aUnS8DllNPLwFLDwkhHoLQLUtEDUj0JOByhhpg7uqUwZ015qdz1GkDKV0uA/s1600/DSC_0131.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8-qiWWJKTOtaaLruwqAm7t_gwKJQPGy6uJBKBSnorRz2R5wngpTsn5e-Du9Ba-WdD6YFOTICSI-fj3vV3aUnS8DllNPLwFLDwkhHoLQLUtEDUj0JOByhhpg7uqUwZ015qdz1GkDKV0uA/s320/DSC_0131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531820991214966386" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We came home and this little guy has learned the army crawl! He doesn't do it very often on his own, but his siblings sure like to tease him and when that happens he can sure crawl a long way!</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQFs0O6ClDey2DtyLxeJuUz36Isx5I8mRjKPer5_P_C9BXAs-rmID8LfDdJyroned6HmbOfPh4Lir4gFZaH0xch0olLBRM6BJlj9faXp0RhHnVkBIrt6iTQ7FYi708CfVO9W_LxMzLPU/s1600/DSC_0120.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQFs0O6ClDey2DtyLxeJuUz36Isx5I8mRjKPer5_P_C9BXAs-rmID8LfDdJyroned6HmbOfPh4Lir4gFZaH0xch0olLBRM6BJlj9faXp0RhHnVkBIrt6iTQ7FYi708CfVO9W_LxMzLPU/s320/DSC_0120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531821002648228418" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Here is our first picture taken with all the children. Daniel is almost a week old.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB32cVZCutPz1hIuJcJs0TwIeeYLx5QXZTtX3caQ55FMoyY3cr_8h3YOfStJUqtEzEp9CTCHRAOpXjKCDsgVqRm5LFbwxI0z4V8hKV9R1QX75LpCnMJwIebvTC5XPsiqvyH_MpJaa8kGM/s1600/DSC_0147.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB32cVZCutPz1hIuJcJs0TwIeeYLx5QXZTtX3caQ55FMoyY3cr_8h3YOfStJUqtEzEp9CTCHRAOpXjKCDsgVqRm5LFbwxI0z4V8hKV9R1QX75LpCnMJwIebvTC5XPsiqvyH_MpJaa8kGM/s320/DSC_0147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531823762961344066" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is what our children do on a Saturday afternoon, in the rain. They put on<br />winter coats, life vests, goggles, and hats. As accessories they carry around<br /> floating devices and marshmallow guns. And don't forget Joseph's wings! </div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07729103393744869569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309138651099341588.post-32083386361207514912010-10-14T09:40:00.002-06:002010-10-14T09:51:17.259-06:00By small and simple thingsHere is an excerpt from a favorite poem entitled <i>The Weaver</i> (author unknown):<br />
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<p align='center'>Not til the loom is silent<br />
And the shuttles cease to fly,<br />
Shall God unroll the canvas<br />
And explain the reason why.<br />
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As we look back at the last few weeks of our lives, this verse rings particularly true for us. A few weeks ago, we traveled to Louisiana planning to adopt a baby. Within hours after we learned that the birth mother was planning to keep the baby, we received word about another baby that needed a home. Given our recent experience, we decided not to say anything about it to anyone - not really sure what might happen. The baby was supposedly due on November 4th in Dallas, so we thought we had a few weeks to think about it. But, much to our surprise, we got a call on Monday (Oct. 11th) saying that the baby had been born at 2:37 AM that morning. We were still recovering from our family festivities last weekend, but we packed as quickly as we could and flew to Dallas Tuesday morning. <br />
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The birth mother's name is Tamika, and she is a great person. We spent time with her on Tuesday and much of the day Wednesday. Despite her love for the baby, she is not able to provide a stable family life for him. She signed papers yesterday and placed the baby with us. We are so excited to have him in our family. He is a tiny baby boy - he was 5 lbs. 6 oz. at birth and 5 lbs. 1 oz when released from the hospital. <br />
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We are still working on a name, so stay tuned ...<br />
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<div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'><a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg421YGSf1tYfZHmY1mq6tD7pksYD96CSy_T8H44vfj5IsPRp42qDSUQpf366lzULGTM0fAzdlOQEYJQIFDBPNx4k805ZvchE72u73LR3RsQXmYRfxG286K6xwhxeSdtuVE0ukG5NppdrY/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg421YGSf1tYfZHmY1mq6tD7pksYD96CSy_T8H44vfj5IsPRp42qDSUQpf366lzULGTM0fAzdlOQEYJQIFDBPNx4k805ZvchE72u73LR3RsQXmYRfxG286K6xwhxeSdtuVE0ukG5NppdrY/s400/DSC_0044.JPG' border='0' alt='' /></a> </div>Mathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644350983009720312noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309138651099341588.post-8063408975799491552010-10-09T19:52:00.004-06:002010-10-14T09:42:25.440-06:00Families can be together foreverOn Monday, we went to the court house and Isaac was added to our family by legal authority.<br />
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On Saturday, we went to the Lord's house and Isaac was sealed to our family by priesthood authority.<br />
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</div>Mathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644350983009720312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309138651099341588.post-46041233821781477322010-10-04T22:24:00.000-06:002010-10-05T11:14:28.179-06:00What a Day!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDW8RQ2hBHBpzZ9Wdh7okmLHNnJPPGGq7HnPPDFp-DKu2lZgg1kT6MaVHl83Xesr-FBkikTOKDPcTGKNU-gD-H1oV9t3ry1E0x-l7trVzfa6sKMhV9DH6Pu55zQd_KlfxoXzbzcQ7phmI/s1600/DSC_0975.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDW8RQ2hBHBpzZ9Wdh7okmLHNnJPPGGq7HnPPDFp-DKu2lZgg1kT6MaVHl83Xesr-FBkikTOKDPcTGKNU-gD-H1oV9t3ry1E0x-l7trVzfa6sKMhV9DH6Pu55zQd_KlfxoXzbzcQ7phmI/s320/DSC_0975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524603146586712018" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This little guy is officially ours!</div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjepHdlX9UC__WzhOc3OjyUaND4Yv7OKnX0xAPn_gVu_3MSVJJLtytpY3BqRWG13Fbh7f67VQs1saQVoTN2hZMkON9EkJQ6q1ZYFI1pVEhOtvEDr2pZ5TPRRN_gZZ2VwYO7AdZpOWcTKns/s1600/DSC_0972.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjepHdlX9UC__WzhOc3OjyUaND4Yv7OKnX0xAPn_gVu_3MSVJJLtytpY3BqRWG13Fbh7f67VQs1saQVoTN2hZMkON9EkJQ6q1ZYFI1pVEhOtvEDr2pZ5TPRRN_gZZ2VwYO7AdZpOWcTKns/s320/DSC_0972.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524603148898107170" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Aren't they cute?</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgndDqQv3LOt9frZ9FXdRJwSfFVgl6AVAy0F-bU-pBZtNmxA5IFk7UwR8z_ppSF_7pJf0ec0iQSzoV7gQ1CxnPERmXC_Rz1XPHCH3svvcZJjnEnjCHHueoiu4AO4dqkhS5v7OBIzPJJCp8/s1600/DSC_0967.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgndDqQv3LOt9frZ9FXdRJwSfFVgl6AVAy0F-bU-pBZtNmxA5IFk7UwR8z_ppSF_7pJf0ec0iQSzoV7gQ1CxnPERmXC_Rz1XPHCH3svvcZJjnEnjCHHueoiu4AO4dqkhS5v7OBIzPJJCp8/s320/DSC_0967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524603153062067810" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We went to court today and went through the official proceedings.<br /> The people who are not familiar to you are the judge and the lawyer.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Such interesting questions that the lawyer asks: mainly to me and then they ask Mat if he heard, and if he agrees. Some of the questions I was asked were:</div><ul><li style="text-align: left;">If the baby has been in my home six months</li><li style="text-align: left;">If I am at least 21 years of age and ten years older than the child (ha, ha)</li><li style="text-align: left;">Are we (individually) capable of providing (emotionally and physically) for the child</li><li style="text-align: left;">If Mat is willing to agree to the adoption (like it was all my doing!)</li><li style="text-align: left;">In the event of divorce or death, that we are still to provide for this child</li><li style="text-align: left;">Do we feel like we have established a bond of love and affection for this child, and other such interesting questions.</li></ul></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_b7b81N5SKmSc8uQaNc6ckNzBRkgDm4VUmq_XFonNjWTe3cUOpBz3Jf68sjpGrPpEGNGHZlcvj8lfFoe6k-6Zt4E62TzUHZ87e0WreV1kle0zOaNISMQuhFIrXeLHmBUyh33fje6lu-Q/s1600/DSC_0969.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_b7b81N5SKmSc8uQaNc6ckNzBRkgDm4VUmq_XFonNjWTe3cUOpBz3Jf68sjpGrPpEGNGHZlcvj8lfFoe6k-6Zt4E62TzUHZ87e0WreV1kle0zOaNISMQuhFIrXeLHmBUyh33fje6lu-Q/s320/DSC_0969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524603161023733586" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">A picture of our happy family!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Afterwards we went to a well known local restaurant and had<br /> THE SINK.<br />It was great fun. The adults had lunch and the kids gorged<br />themselves on ice cream. This thing must of been at least<br />ten inches tall with ice cream and toppings.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmqXjlr5zme3JMmkRESOXR3D6csYT2j6Bra6SJTGpUvEonLrnqvQSrMYbNyUdloUHICwjLHVIMzOz31kcWD3fNs3wyr3rP8Ryw-zTS-e9xR9yzROBtnysHMZ_DxYWpBzXq7afDhubvfnY/s1600/DSC_0980.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmqXjlr5zme3JMmkRESOXR3D6csYT2j6Bra6SJTGpUvEonLrnqvQSrMYbNyUdloUHICwjLHVIMzOz31kcWD3fNs3wyr3rP8Ryw-zTS-e9xR9yzROBtnysHMZ_DxYWpBzXq7afDhubvfnY/s320/DSC_0980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524603173764261666" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">They ate and ate and ate........</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzu11oGt-CZQqN75ylaS5qskLXgCC-PBUWCs71hgXcNx9uX7qkZdSSkpYGToV4EsyxNQDeZXtysUw7em3rWsjt6YoIsOMEsLbIWkFrTRJh_MpQCXzR83pgfJzWA3XD07I0RBz1fAtapp0/s1600/DSC_0981.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzu11oGt-CZQqN75ylaS5qskLXgCC-PBUWCs71hgXcNx9uX7qkZdSSkpYGToV4EsyxNQDeZXtysUw7em3rWsjt6YoIsOMEsLbIWkFrTRJh_MpQCXzR83pgfJzWA3XD07I0RBz1fAtapp0/s320/DSC_0981.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524604678252631250" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">and then they were sick.....</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl1EuMpyB6CkPcwI4gyKbhNK9uPqWqJ_Xo3Rx-eqBhbWIfVh4AWaWPMOr3-FDnL-yZppjbG25upEiDXa2xMbyGn-uK6iSYDh-raBSvf804MnrAA8h3p0FDcrFxa1lMP6FhL8qMRKSFwVc/s1600/DSC_0983.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl1EuMpyB6CkPcwI4gyKbhNK9uPqWqJ_Xo3Rx-eqBhbWIfVh4AWaWPMOr3-FDnL-yZppjbG25upEiDXa2xMbyGn-uK6iSYDh-raBSvf804MnrAA8h3p0FDcrFxa1lMP6FhL8qMRKSFwVc/s320/DSC_0983.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524604686134278018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">yet they kept coming back for more, and eventually<br />resorted to eating strait out of the sink!<br />They never did finish it completely but they sure enjoyed themselves.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsh8Nxu41PTCjIzX1oPRhlM1UmOT9L1fSsZrsMusXBmib0KQdmzBfP7YiZ8ggjZHnMZ8lrBVRN54FLWLUXNy8hs_JY1kmIvBhH-5XkWFgAPwgeX8hbJ2AgpEc3xGloxosOz_95_XsHogs/s1600/DSC_0987.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsh8Nxu41PTCjIzX1oPRhlM1UmOT9L1fSsZrsMusXBmib0KQdmzBfP7YiZ8ggjZHnMZ8lrBVRN54FLWLUXNy8hs_JY1kmIvBhH-5XkWFgAPwgeX8hbJ2AgpEc3xGloxosOz_95_XsHogs/s320/DSC_0987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524604690430905938" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">It has been a great day. We look forward to this weekend when we<br />are able to take Isaac to the temple and make him eternally ours.</div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07729103393744869569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309138651099341588.post-37309746113459682172010-09-27T20:59:00.000-06:002010-09-27T20:59:16.473-06:00There's no place like homeWe talked to the birth mother and the agency again this morning. The birth mother has decided to keep the baby. While we are disappointed, Katie and I both support her in that decision. We wish her and the baby the best. We have no regrets about how things have worked out. Since we are not going to get the baby, we decided to come home as soon as possible. We drove from Shreveport to Dallas then flew back to Salt Lake City.<br />
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On the flight home, I was reading the April General Conference <i>Ensign </i>and read Elder James B. Martino's talk entitled "<a href="http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-1207-32,00.html">All Things Work Together for Good</a>". In this talk, Elder Martino says:<br />
<blockquote>We may never know in this life why we face what we do, but we can feel confident that we can grow from the experience.</blockquote>We are not sure yet what all we are supposed to learn from this experience, but are grateful for the opportunity.Mathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644350983009720312noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309138651099341588.post-2474963142950343072010-09-27T07:22:00.005-06:002010-09-27T07:49:45.180-06:00We got our baby.......just not the one we were expecting!<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnK4hxtmouS4qT9XejQ76jdwLcgL1rUlDNIrenvc22RNRq8t6A8leBH6AjG1uL9VfoDKZ6ZlGTqRaWcXI7FtwdRhOLlW-rPItv1t8eEgCpsgkC9EIvBA1NL6sr3-RCQLCxh2pu7_ICkqQ/s1600/DSC_0898.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnK4hxtmouS4qT9XejQ76jdwLcgL1rUlDNIrenvc22RNRq8t6A8leBH6AjG1uL9VfoDKZ6ZlGTqRaWcXI7FtwdRhOLlW-rPItv1t8eEgCpsgkC9EIvBA1NL6sr3-RCQLCxh2pu7_ICkqQ/s320/DSC_0898.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521584012776992162" /></a>Its rather fun to go into Walmart down here and see lots of black baby dolls. This one doesn't look to girly.</div><div><br /></div><div>On an even lighter note, I had promised my children some pictures and these are what we have.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHUWs-u-xS9C7Yks_rXOiXVRLWrItvy1AznMjBOqENPRGnRc4dZ2Wzb-wN7VFRtvHPu2EOFTgYsnFCzPJvRB_ulSpZkQ9QEyiwvz2zoC4qWURu1foeBGHXnQFaWMZKlIIG4a1PtofqtN0/s1600/DSC_0886.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHUWs-u-xS9C7Yks_rXOiXVRLWrItvy1AznMjBOqENPRGnRc4dZ2Wzb-wN7VFRtvHPu2EOFTgYsnFCzPJvRB_ulSpZkQ9QEyiwvz2zoC4qWURu1foeBGHXnQFaWMZKlIIG4a1PtofqtN0/s320/DSC_0886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521587148039794642" /></a>This picture is for Joseph, he has been fascinated with golf carts and this one has four benches! Imagine the possibilities! It was parked out in front of the hospital.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoLasLcPNFdtDUxjah5K2ebGmbdD1p6oNL7GZjpmaJ0oS5OdTMJNnrI917b2RmnyvFacg_i9doJE42TqBpMlK8XuJpAjCOQajUGvS8eXIF-vi7AycBgIwW6OMYDOYyyjenEWdhXwT3x4E/s1600/DSC_0891.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoLasLcPNFdtDUxjah5K2ebGmbdD1p6oNL7GZjpmaJ0oS5OdTMJNnrI917b2RmnyvFacg_i9doJE42TqBpMlK8XuJpAjCOQajUGvS8eXIF-vi7AycBgIwW6OMYDOYyyjenEWdhXwT3x4E/s320/DSC_0891.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521587144838137810" /></a>This is our rental car. Rather nice I must admit. I was telling Mat that if we ever try this adoption process again, we just might end up with a Lexus or Mercedes. The cars just keep getting nicer!</div><div><br /></div><div>Yesterday we took a bit of a road trip to see Aunt Betsy and these cute guys. At first Harrison wanted nothing to do with us. After a while, as you can tell, he couldn't stay away from us.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWQd9TDv_EHjeTlGgcjSPZyC4_dGpX_H4xw8rrklzNHunfbtdUilfeJrXyBIaeIwtbGWmbZ8FAIxOBVOhzutfoOff7it86Qtb9p2D6-_vhVauWsOUxYHOyIZ9OQ5oTwQIuBXdCz5wDwJU/s1600/DSC_0893.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWQd9TDv_EHjeTlGgcjSPZyC4_dGpX_H4xw8rrklzNHunfbtdUilfeJrXyBIaeIwtbGWmbZ8FAIxOBVOhzutfoOff7it86Qtb9p2D6-_vhVauWsOUxYHOyIZ9OQ5oTwQIuBXdCz5wDwJU/s320/DSC_0893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521587137969968530" /></a>Benjamin was lots of fun and is starting to say a lot more words. It was alot of fun to see them and we hope that all goes well with you in the next several months. Thanks Betsy for a great afternoon.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibKwczwTu_HbShG97fRstP2r7Iv8q0SfMyn7zUbm_IJj0ffoWzypjeUQnpU0iZpnRptfzzZeVK2T6yAB8u5kABH2wtyEwCXcxO5SxwhhZpel1pThSVY8g_8TCLj222flFFCjGXFxghUU0/s1600/DSC_0894.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibKwczwTu_HbShG97fRstP2r7Iv8q0SfMyn7zUbm_IJj0ffoWzypjeUQnpU0iZpnRptfzzZeVK2T6yAB8u5kABH2wtyEwCXcxO5SxwhhZpel1pThSVY8g_8TCLj222flFFCjGXFxghUU0/s320/DSC_0894.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521587129346917122" /></a></div><div>Mat and I are doing well. Thanks for your thoughts and prayers and we will keep you posted with what is happening.</div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07729103393744869569noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309138651099341588.post-28680160991331325942010-09-25T18:59:00.000-06:002010-09-25T18:59:26.057-06:00Lean not unto thine own understandingWe spent most of the day with the birth mom and the baby at the hospital. We got to hold him and got to know her a little bit. She is having a hard time making the decision whether or not to place the baby with us or to keep him. She was discharged from the hospital this afternoon and ended up taking the baby with her. She cannot sign adoption papers until Monday, so she is going to keep him at least until Monday and make the decision. Katie and I have done a lot of talking and said a lot of prayers. We are still hopeful that she will place the baby with us, but we realize it is her decision. We tried to encourage her to make the decision that she feels is right. She asked how long we will be here and says she will call us soon. So, we do not know whether we will come home with the baby, but we do feel peace about the situation. Either she will end up keeping the baby and we'll know that we did all that we could, or she will end up placing the baby with us and she'll know it was her decision. At this point, all we can do is pray and hope for the best. We appreciate any thoughts and prayers you may have on our behalf and hers.Mathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644350983009720312noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309138651099341588.post-83205328111442391692010-09-24T20:45:00.000-06:002010-09-24T20:45:04.049-06:00Over the river and through the woodsThe flight from Salt Lake City to Dallas was fairly uneventful - which is good as far as flights go :). We rented a car, ate lunch with Katie's brother, then motored our way across eastern Texas and into Louisiana. There are a lot of trees here ... I like trees. We have not yet had the opportunity to communicate with the birth mother directly; all communication has been through the agency. That being the case, we did not quite make contact with her tonight (we made it as far as the hospital parking lot). We look forward to meeting her and the baby tomorrow.Mathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10644350983009720312noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309138651099341588.post-67592144232868094662010-09-24T07:49:00.003-06:002010-09-24T20:39:45.802-06:00Our new addition!We have a new baby! On the 25th of August we received a phone call from our adoption agency. They inquired as to how life was going for us and if it was crazy enough. My reply was that I like to refer to life as "organized chaos"! Our agent then told us about a baby boy that was due in two and a half weeks in Louisiana. As you can imagine the last couple of weeks have been crazy. We were told that the birth mother was due on the 14th of September and with her previous pregnancy she was a week early. So we have been expecting her to come early and then she was late! Not just a day or two late, but eight days late and then they did an emergency c-section. The baby was born on Wednesday. Yesterday, being Thursday, we found out he was 6 lbs. 2 oz. We have had to wait for approval from the agency before we could leave. So here it is Friday morning and we are sitting at the airport waiting for a flight to Dallas and then we will rent a car and drive the rest of the way. As we find out more info we will let you know, and of course post pictures when we have them.Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07729103393744869569noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309138651099341588.post-51977508276386504782010-09-05T21:47:00.002-06:002010-09-05T21:52:24.692-06:00My Favorite new thing to suck.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaZVqVpZllVAXE-OfshQgYPMlLi29M_g4q32BCZ8wOyiLbVVzd3Qjo-pwQV30BmJKOb9f9vkzTnytbTJMWybG7dPDDAunWzcyD8l2NfexEAwhepud-gAn-wEqrCv50DtUx0nJ1j6D9TXg/s1600/DSC_0683%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaZVqVpZllVAXE-OfshQgYPMlLi29M_g4q32BCZ8wOyiLbVVzd3Qjo-pwQV30BmJKOb9f9vkzTnytbTJMWybG7dPDDAunWzcyD8l2NfexEAwhepud-gAn-wEqrCv50DtUx0nJ1j6D9TXg/s320/DSC_0683%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513643012088818498" /></a>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07729103393744869569noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309138651099341588.post-35302649618125676662010-09-03T18:53:00.001-06:002010-09-05T21:57:24.512-06:00Jacob's new way to play piano...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1ocK_jnf7d5KdygXN8hW3BrYx6r_0a8FyQjjq38J34CTDUfHdEnpAtoDDgyHUM6dv6-EawSYj7rqpnoBifogVRpMxBj0_Ff8GVnDBmbACd8ZbHPEkzAjYSQluKkmzPUMq6Jymr0CvEkk/s1600/DSC_0679%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1ocK_jnf7d5KdygXN8hW3BrYx6r_0a8FyQjjq38J34CTDUfHdEnpAtoDDgyHUM6dv6-EawSYj7rqpnoBifogVRpMxBj0_Ff8GVnDBmbACd8ZbHPEkzAjYSQluKkmzPUMq6Jymr0CvEkk/s320/DSC_0679%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513644132309220338" /></a>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07729103393744869569noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309138651099341588.post-52814617866811012832010-08-26T16:05:00.002-06:002011-02-15T12:43:02.851-07:00First Day of School<div style="text-align: center;">Isaac and Spencer waiting for the bus.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix0nZABiBQsioc7Y_UOQ9aEy0KH52ssNjZQQg3ClG1QWTaWz82U8UNXWuWw4v0t2Du7pjlJu5EBE7TTskbhJBtXWmOhbJPjAZiZAP6QsAVpngKxgEp7yOurzAkob-qAzJ7Hy3P3tCm2MQ/s1600/DSC_0604%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix0nZABiBQsioc7Y_UOQ9aEy0KH52ssNjZQQg3ClG1QWTaWz82U8UNXWuWw4v0t2Du7pjlJu5EBE7TTskbhJBtXWmOhbJPjAZiZAP6QsAVpngKxgEp7yOurzAkob-qAzJ7Hy3P3tCm2MQ/s320/DSC_0604%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513649691813143602" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jacob and Matalyn waiting for the bus.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvbO11IkTT4okx6e-HXnxhdgOnx1tqXO86XNNUywUIX-hPYlXwPCSDVFmONE7gmxhUgY5N6OTsRC-OQjrqcj5K4Reac31hDu1800OTLffvai4CCZ1Ty559ToVCjJ7eAmF3xAQaPw2klHM/s1600/DSC_0607%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvbO11IkTT4okx6e-HXnxhdgOnx1tqXO86XNNUywUIX-hPYlXwPCSDVFmONE7gmxhUgY5N6OTsRC-OQjrqcj5K4Reac31hDu1800OTLffvai4CCZ1Ty559ToVCjJ7eAmF3xAQaPw2klHM/s320/DSC_0607%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513649686614640962" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jacob's first day of 1st grade.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaiAApojoUF5yWOEv_P6yr5R2C4FSUeiZdzW-jEU65tGNWm6wFiD8NltPD5WU4msIdsso28rvcUsn5PoGUmoO_XZ2lFjLQ1I_tdYxo0gThZvGyQUN1OpoLYbwXIrt8vGar-LgVGl92Srw/s1600/DSC_0600%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaiAApojoUF5yWOEv_P6yr5R2C4FSUeiZdzW-jEU65tGNWm6wFiD8NltPD5WU4msIdsso28rvcUsn5PoGUmoO_XZ2lFjLQ1I_tdYxo0gThZvGyQUN1OpoLYbwXIrt8vGar-LgVGl92Srw/s320/DSC_0600%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513649677534083938" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Matalyn's first day of 4th grade.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtvAhHPBPH8_3GYSBabeDMRg5kn8dqiyfh2eBaih31nNjFAoSddlg2ERJcCCDk4Ux2tpdefrcE3mDSnseBilpuyzZOldY5l7PuU1k8mM6d9Rs962mtelbTU8DlPsnvl9oqurbwi6GXf9c/s1600/DSC_0599%5B2%5D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtvAhHPBPH8_3GYSBabeDMRg5kn8dqiyfh2eBaih31nNjFAoSddlg2ERJcCCDk4Ux2tpdefrcE3mDSnseBilpuyzZOldY5l7PuU1k8mM6d9Rs962mtelbTU8DlPsnvl9oqurbwi6GXf9c/s320/DSC_0599%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513649675637664962" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Joseph's first day of Middle School, 6th grade, picture taken at 6:45 am.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiFkv6UnjPt1q74W16JytgzYSAe3MW-bxviuEHk3foFMpUUq7q0gP5u86ufFk_cD-Tz3tlqFUNQ2g8RydsBFwqYOG7_furwFmqVLdQDjJVQj8u-Oqi4RG_y-e3YkknQRZz4af5HjZHLa4/s1600/DSC_0598%5B1%5D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiFkv6UnjPt1q74W16JytgzYSAe3MW-bxviuEHk3foFMpUUq7q0gP5u86ufFk_cD-Tz3tlqFUNQ2g8RydsBFwqYOG7_furwFmqVLdQDjJVQj8u-Oqi4RG_y-e3YkknQRZz4af5HjZHLa4/s320/DSC_0598%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513649660070637154" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">So once again school has started.<br />The children are all excited to start,<br />so we hope that we will have a great school year</div>Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07729103393744869569noreply@blogger.com0