<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059</id><updated>2011-10-03T12:14:25.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit Cra[Sieh]</title><subtitle type='html'>Caleb, Michelle, Cameron, Elly, Bennett &amp;amp; Baby. Living and loving life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>217</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-3306289261806583998</id><published>2011-02-15T22:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T23:04:05.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew 4:19</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;Come, follow me," Jesus said, "and I will make you fishers of men&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's according to the Bible, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great verse, a classic that many know by heart. The cornerstone of many-a-children's sermon, Sunday morning message and Sunday School teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...my son picked it up somewhere. Cameron knows a few (simplified) Bible verses. Our first was, appropriately and necessarily, "Children, obey your parents in the LORD, for this is right." (Ephesians 6:1). He's picked up others - at least temporarily - on the armor of God, sharing, and forgiveness along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we've never worked on Matthew 4:19. I do remember one evening after he returned from Rainbows class (his Wednesday night church activity) that he talked a lot about fishing. I was home with a sick baby that night and the take-home paper was lost in the abyss (AKA minivan).  But...no word about the Bible reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the past couple days. I guess I should be thankful, in some sort of way, because Cam is realizing that Scripture is important, it's something that we value and take seriously. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Buuuut&lt;/span&gt;...it's a little hard to take &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; seriously. He has begun trying to trick me into thinking he's quoting scripture when there's a point he really wants to get across. Like, maybe if I throw a chapter and verse in after what I say, it's believable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just give a couple examples I've heard over the past two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempting to con me into giving him his collection of cars back, after they had been taken away indefinitely as punishment.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Mommy, if I'm a very, very good boy, I will get all my cars back. Matthew 4:19&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for bed.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;If little boys don't brush their teeth, they will get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;owie&lt;/span&gt; cavities. Matthew 4:19&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Bennett socked Elly with his plastic hammer.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Childs&lt;/span&gt; should not hit each other. Matthew 4:19&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunchtime.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;If we eat our lunch all gone, we can have a piece of delicious candy. Matthew 4:19&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, really??! He thinks I won't catch on. What do I say?!? It's not like we can just make up scripture references...SO not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a question for tomorrow, I guess. Right now ALL I can do is laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, "Laughter is the best medicine."&lt;br /&gt;- Matthew 4:19 ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-3306289261806583998?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/3306289261806583998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=3306289261806583998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/3306289261806583998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/3306289261806583998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2011/02/matthew-419.html' title='Matthew 4:19'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-5518050196642943298</id><published>2011-02-15T22:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:29:29.421-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentimes Treats</title><content type='html'>Reporting that I had a very Happy "Valentimes" Day with my 4 (and a half) sweeties. We stamped cards, ate heart-shaped breakfast and lunch treats, and prepared Daddy his favorite dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ss21049Mg2U/TVtP2Z0H8wI/AAAAAAAABD0/AXJTrq6pD_s/s1600/allofus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574136759862162178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ss21049Mg2U/TVtP2Z0H8wI/AAAAAAAABD0/AXJTrq6pD_s/s320/allofus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is sort of like a box of chocolates...left to right you'll observe the white chocolate, milk chocolate, and dark chocolate children :) And of course the original and #1 in the back :) Can't wait to see what "flavor" we get next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a great day with your sweeties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;A family is like fudge...mostly sweet with a few nuts&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-5518050196642943298?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/5518050196642943298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=5518050196642943298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/5518050196642943298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/5518050196642943298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentimes-treats.html' title='Valentimes Treats'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ss21049Mg2U/TVtP2Z0H8wI/AAAAAAAABD0/AXJTrq6pD_s/s72-c/allofus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-2501316293496584806</id><published>2011-01-30T23:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T23:15:57.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfortunate Victim...</title><content type='html'>...of hat hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why you MUST help Cameron in applying his stocking cap before going on a run to the store. Otherwise, you get this. Defintely not "let's go out in public" material. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TUZFDq9TRaI/AAAAAAAABDo/5L9ODYfsVn0/s1600/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568213918663525794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TUZFDq9TRaI/AAAAAAAABDo/5L9ODYfsVn0/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a ham! Try and look at him without laughing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-2501316293496584806?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/2501316293496584806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=2501316293496584806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/2501316293496584806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/2501316293496584806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2011/01/unfortunate-victim.html' title='Unfortunate Victim...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TUZFDq9TRaI/AAAAAAAABDo/5L9ODYfsVn0/s72-c/IMG_0062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-3663091079679588561</id><published>2011-01-30T22:39:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T23:20:15.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Business</title><content type='html'>And now...finally...I mean it's been three weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESENTING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TUY9KandBRI/AAAAAAAABDY/QZmuLruLwig/s1600/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568205238442984722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TUY9KandBRI/AAAAAAAABDY/QZmuLruLwig/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet baby #4!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since I don't currently have scanning abilities, a picture of the picture will have to do. Same sweet little nose as his three older siblings, and same (extra large) noggin, too :) His profile is looking awfully similar to both brothers', but my prediction is that he's going to arrive looking more like his sister, with dark hair, skin, eyes, and a little longer face than Cam or Bennett. Don't know why, just my guess :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We got a 4D ultrasound as well, though the little guy wouldn't cooperate to let us see much of his face. He had his arms curled under his chin and placed over his profile (again, like his brothers) almost the entire time, so we didn't get to see much feature-wise (which is actually OK with me...a little surprise is good!) He is active and healthy, and had the hiccups several times during the process! I was glad to see him &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;movin'&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;groovin'&lt;/span&gt;, because I haven't felt as many of those precious baby kicks this time around. Something about how he's positioned (probably also scarring from two &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;c-sections&lt;/span&gt;) has limited my feeling up to this point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even though baby boy was measuring for June 3, the doctor is still going with my original (guesstimate) dates and assigning a due date of May 22. I thought that it was changed to June 1 as of my last appointment, but I found out he's staying with the May date for now, unless my tummy starts measuring small (ha.hahaha.ha. really??) So...we shall see! As long as the 5.22 date sticks, we'd schedule a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;c-section&lt;/span&gt; for the week prior, which would likely put his birthday on May 16, 17, or 18 (Elly's due date)! Looks like a May birthday buddy for the princess!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have asked me if I'm sad that the baby is not a sister for Elly, and I can honestly say that I'm not in the slightest. It would be wonderful for her to have a sister, yes, but I'm not in charge of that decision. I personally think Elly was born to hang with the boys, and I think she'll do just fine :) The part I'm having trouble coping with emotionally are the bins full of baby girl clothes in the basement I'll have to look at someday...sigh. My sister-in-law just found out that they are having a baby girl in June, though, so it looks like I'll be seeing those sweet summer dresses around after all. Can't wait to have a baby niece, either :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just wanted to report that all is well in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;babyland&lt;/span&gt;! Siblings are preparing mentally...Cam asks daily if his brother is ready to come out yet, Elly kisses and talks to my belly, and Bennett has recently taken to hugging and holding baby dolls and stuffed animals rather than body slamming them (good sign). Can't wait to meet you in May, little man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-3663091079679588561?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/3663091079679588561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=3663091079679588561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/3663091079679588561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/3663091079679588561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby-business.html' title='Baby Business'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TUY9KandBRI/AAAAAAAABDY/QZmuLruLwig/s72-c/IMG_0066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-2489521586495747447</id><published>2011-01-29T21:56:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:59:57.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Ado About Bennett</title><content type='html'>A good deal of my blogging time has been devoted to Cameron and Elly lately. I wrote the other day about some of their interactions, and a fellow mama asked me how Bennett interacted within the mix. It made me sad to think that the past few blogs have been far too short on my precious baby. My littlest (BIG) boy. My Bennett Isaiah. My Brown Brown :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to do something that's hard for me. I'm going to roll up my sleeves and get to work. Hard, arduous work. Bragging mama work. That's right. It's a tough job, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; gotta do it! A post just for Bennett...because there haven't been nearly enough :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I start with the baby of the family? As far as interaction with his siblings, he's the ULTIMATE little brother. He was born with a fierce drive to pester, heckle, harass and torment. He can disrupt sleeping baby dolls, destroy perfectly put-together puzzles and knock down sturdily constructed towers in record time. He knows how to bug...but that's part of his M.O. He's the little brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as we're on the word, "little" can only be used to describe Bennett's place in the family in reference to AGE. He's edging ever-closer to picking Elly off in the weight department, and Cam won't be hard after that. He's solid...not chubby...but quite sturdy :) He's a little above average in the height department, but something about his build tells me that he's not going to stay the baby for very long. I think he might even grow to be taller than his Daddy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bennett's personality is intense. I say this because you could meet him one day and think he was the sweetest, most affectionate child in the world. But if you meet him the next day...or even in a few hours, you'd shake your head and smile at what kind of a firecracker, independent, stubborn personality you saw. I think he's got a stronger will than Elly (and those who know Elly, know her will). He needs consistency and structure, but at the very same time needs devotion, attention and AFFECTION! Yep, I really think he's going to be a 6'4 teddy bear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This intensity lends itself to a great amount of emotion, as well. This little boy crumbles at a stern word, and squeals, claps and screams at the opportunity to pig pile on his Daddy in the middle of the living room floor. He's all-in, 100 percent. He wears his heart on his sleeve...and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bennett probably gets into more trouble than either of his older &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sibs&lt;/span&gt; did at this age, and I think that's due to a combination of things. 1) his personality, 2) the urging/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;manipulation&lt;/span&gt; of his brother and sister, 3) my eyes and attention now going three different ways, and 4) his problem solving mentality. There's a chair in the way? Move it. Can't slide it over? Knock it down. Oh, you wanted to get your finger into that outlet? Surely we can find one of Cam's toys to pry off the outlet cover and get closer. Can't quite reach what's on the counter? Knock mommy's cookbooks off the shelves and climb right up the stack. You catch my drift... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that I do catch Bennett in the act of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;troublemaking&lt;/span&gt; (also) more often than Cam and Elly because he can't contain his excitement when he's about to pull something off. I hear the door creak open and the little pats of his hands on the floor as he goes toward our (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uncarpeted&lt;/span&gt;) stairs to take a light speed climb...and right before he takes the initial crawl up, he SQUEALS with joy at the prospect of making it up those stairs. I mean, a crazy loud noise that totally gives him away! Fortunately this also gives me the opportunity to fetch him before he completes the task. A similar sound is made when he's about to reach his hand in and play in the toilet, or pull every plastic grocery bag out of the dispenser. Busted by his own glee. Poor little stinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Bennett's happy, relaxed and content, you will almost ALWAYS find him sitting with his little ankles crossed in front of him. Sitting with a snack in the high chair, waking up and jabbering in his crib, on the living room floor with a cup of milk, or in his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carseat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jammin&lt;/span&gt;' to some tunes on the way to the grocery store, those precious little ankles are al.ways.crossed. It's totally his own thing, and it makes me smile every time I see him do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teething, sleep training, and weaning when I was nursing have all been most difficult with Bennett. Caleb would say it's purely because he's the baby (which I completely don't understand... :) but he's probably the most physically sensitive baby I've had. His shots were difficult and needed extra care, his teeth coming in were the END OF THE WORLD, and when he gets overtired...just watch out. It's not easy being the baby, as Daddy would say ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy has the perseverance of a lot of kids twice his age. He LOVES to throw the ball (any ball, really), and judging by his build and tendencies, I think we may have a real athlete on our hands in the future. He's already started his weight training and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carb&lt;/span&gt;-loading for future competition, pretty sure... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...my Brown Brown. Days are more exciting because of him. My cupboards must be stocked with more food because of him. I'm certain I'm keeping off and extra 3-5 pregnancy pounds because of him. Elly is a big sister and Cameron twice a big brother because of him. My heart is full of that much more JOY, because of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm teary-eyed right now because of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just love this little boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TUTjczyRH4I/AAAAAAAABDI/PqKYjrQ02WE/s1600/Brownie%2Bclose%2Bup%2B%25282%25292.1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567825123413663618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TUTjczyRH4I/AAAAAAAABDI/PqKYjrQ02WE/s320/Brownie%2Bclose%2Bup%2B%25282%25292.1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; July 2010. Almost 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567824554266913650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TUTi7rjG63I/AAAAAAAABC4/B2E9V1ycqA0/s320/pics%2Bfrom%2Bhome%2Bcamera2%2B019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exhibit A. Happy boy, ankles crossed&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567824545414460866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TUTi7KkhNcI/AAAAAAAABCw/EwHyS-hHw14/s320/pics%2Bfrom%2Bhome%2Bcamera2%2B018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exhibit B.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567824539733247906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TUTi61aAx6I/AAAAAAAABCo/oAHISOc1HKI/s320/pics%2Bfrom%2Bhome%2Bcamera2%2B017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excuse me, mama, but you may not have noticed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;that my snack tray has gone empty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A boy cannot starve! Refill, please?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567824556460507154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TUTi7zuGgBI/AAAAAAAABDA/Ov2Ltxv-LtI/s320/november%2Bpics%2B037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My jolly little man&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-2489521586495747447?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/2489521586495747447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=2489521586495747447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/2489521586495747447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/2489521586495747447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2011/01/much-ado-about-bennett.html' title='Much Ado About Bennett'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TUTjczyRH4I/AAAAAAAABDI/PqKYjrQ02WE/s72-c/Brownie%2Bclose%2Bup%2B%25282%25292.1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-860024416392523766</id><published>2011-01-28T22:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T00:06:12.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiding Behind The Wall</title><content type='html'>So, I posted yesterday about a few of the sweet interactions I've observed between Cam and Elly lately, and someone asked me on Facebook,"are your kids ever naughty?!" After having a good laugh, I thought about it and realized that when I take time to post, I really only post about the rosy, feel-good-inside stuff. I don't always make room for the day-to-day reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel it necessary to reassure those of you who don't see my kids and I very often  (those who do see us regularly need NO reassurance), that their interactions, behavior, and general thought processes are not always daisies and butterflies. Sometimes, in fact, they quite - ahem - embarrasing... and sometimes, they are downright naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just affirm this with a few stories I can think of right off the top of my head (oh, and there are many more I've buried deep for psychological reasons). HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday Cameron was having a bit of an off day. He was doing OK before his nap, but something must've happened while he was sleeping that got him back out of bed on the wrong foot. He cried for a good 25 minutes once he woke up (nope, not sure what about), then proceeded to pull all the toilet paper off the roll and down the hall at his cousins' house. He hasn't tried this particular trick at home EVER, so my guess is that he was getting big laughs for doing it...apparently worth it to him. He iced the cake that evening by pulling out his first curse word. It was a word he'd used two nights before (pretty sure it was one of his many made-up words that just happened to come out wrong), so we had to explain to him that it wasn't something we said, it was a yucky word. No harm done, right? Well, until yesterday when he was upset and retrieved that little nugget from his mind and threw the word out again. Bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, we had to run to the doctor to get Elly's labs drawn for her thyroid medication adjustment. Usually, I either phone a friend (or aunt or grandma) to come with me, or drop off at least one child along the way, but that day, it just didn't work out. Of course, the office needed to re-enter Elly's insurance info when I got there (she's been there at least 8 times), so I let the older two go look at the fish tank at the other end of the waiting room while I the receptionist took my info. In the 45 seconds I was turned around, Elly had turned off the TV (because SPONGEBOB was on, she took it upon herself to make that decision), and she was standing ON THE [small, teetering, not-for-standing-on] TABLE so she could see some particular fish at the top of the tank. It took me one quick "Elly Mariah" to get her down from a distance, then just a couple apologies to the parents of crying toddlers whose morning cartoon viewing had been put to a halt. She knew she was being sassy by turning it off, and really knew she shouldn't be on the table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing on the lab visit morning, once Elly screamed and writhed through having her blood drawn (Bennett yelped too - he wasn't upset but wanted to compete for volume control...Cam fought back his own tears, ha) the precious lab tech felt my pain and gave Cam and Elly each a sucker and Bennett a sticker. Bennett's sticker was - again - our dear friend Spongebob. Elly started commenting as I pushed/rushed her out the door. I thought we were in the clear and stopped outside the elevator to put Bennett's snowsuit back on. Elly and Cam somehow got into a traffic jam that caused Cam's sucker to become COMPLETELY LODGED in Elly's hair. He, of course, started yanking his sucker back, screaming at her for trying to take it from him, while she screamed at him for pulling her hair. Of course, cue a sweet, expectant couple coming out of the elevator right at that moment (getting a tour of the hospital, I'm guessing?) who nervously smile and pass us by as I attempt to remove the lollipop without also removing a chunk of Elly's scalp. Bennett is chewing his Spongebob sticker to tiny bits and spitting those bits out onto the stroller and floor. Charming, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same day (this morning was a rough one). We make a quick swing through Wal-Mart, and by the time we hit the checkout lane, the kids are getting restless. I open a package of string cheese that I have just purchased so they can share a snack, and the cashier is politely making conversation with Cam. I can't remember exactly what she asked him, but he started rattling off the entire story of our family, explaining himself and each of his siblings by their nicknames (Bubbaloo, Looney, and Brown Brown, oldest to youngest, in case you're wondering). Then also proceeds to tell poor, unassuming cashier that I have a baby in my tummy, but in two weeks (we're still working on time concepts...days/weeks/months are confusing) the doctor is going to pull the baby out of my tummy and he will cry. A bit intense for a mid-morning "you look like a good big brother," don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, we had a volunteer appreciation/recognition day at church. We had a service and a potluck, then the microphone at the front was left open so anyone could express their gratitude or share encouragement. Somehow, Cameron made his way to the front...and someone gave him the mic. I'm sure they were thinking, "How sweet! His Mommy sent him up to say thank you or share a cute little poem or something!" Nope. He took the captive audience and ran with it, and started saying something about everyone coming with him to the palace, where there would be lions and tigers and (maybe dragons? My mind is swimming at this point as I realize it's my son's voice being projected throughout the sanctuary). I run up and retrieve the microphone, apologize, and try my best to laugh it off and say something kind and memorable on his behalf...aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting a little late, and I can't think of all that I'd like to...but I hope you can also enjoy and relate to my crazy stories :) Sometimes our days are filled with disagreements and discipline, and some days I pray for the patience even to walk into a room that I know has been too quiet for too long. Sometimes, instead of being a fly on the wall, I want to run to the next aisle, wall, or room and HIDE...and sometimes, I collapse onto the couch in sheer exhaustion! I don't always share about these days, and I definitely don't have it all figured out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't make it seem like things are a fairy tale around here :) We don't do it all right - not even close. Still, we're BLESSED, and even at the end of the most trying day, I find myself filled with gratitude for God's grace and humbled by the privilege of raising these imperfect, but oh-so-precious, little lives! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-860024416392523766?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/860024416392523766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=860024416392523766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/860024416392523766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/860024416392523766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2011/01/hiding-behind-wall.html' title='Hiding Behind The Wall'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-8746459189984584760</id><published>2011-01-27T21:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T23:07:41.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly On The Wall</title><content type='html'>I have SO been enjoying the interactions I've observed between Cameron and Elly lately. They really are becoming the best of friends, and it's amazing to watch. This doesn't mean, however, that they won't turn into the fiercest of foes if the wrong toy or activity comes between them...but when the rubber hits the road they're in it together for life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the creative &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;playtimes&lt;/span&gt; I've overheard and/or witnessed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing "stomach flu." Elly is the sick little girl and Cameron is the Daddy. She sits on the couch and tells him she doesn't feel good, and this prompts the Daddy to bring her a small pot from the [play] kitchen. She proceeds to "vomit" in said pot, then Daddy takes it and dumps it out in the sink. He tucks her into bed to rest, gives her some kisses on the forehead and covers her up with 4-5 blankets, then reports to Mommy (me), that she is too sick to go to church tonight. Gross, yet still so precious? ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending "we just got married." Elly puts on her sparkly necklace, bracelet, pink shiny shoes, princess crown and wand. They walk through the breezeway, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;kitchen&lt;/span&gt; and living room holding hands. When they arrive at the couch, they announce that they just got married, give each other hugs, then break into dance (?) This one had me rolling today. Definitely brought about by increased &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;curiosity&lt;/span&gt; in the wedding photo hanging in our living room. "Wow, Mommy, you looked beautiful in that picture. Someday, when you get little like me, you can wear that dress again." HA... ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron assuring Elly "I'll protect you." Since a children's church lesson on The Good Samaritan (and the "bullies" who left the man on the side of the road) there has been much talk about bullies in our home. Cameron lets Elly know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ALLLLL&lt;/span&gt; the time that he will "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pritect&lt;/span&gt;" her from all the "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bollies&lt;/span&gt;" and that she is on his team. The bad guys and bullies aren't on his team, but Elly is. "Mommy, Elly is my best sister." ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequently they are Mommy and Daddy to Elly's baby dolls. She has about 4 she plays with on a regular basis, pushing them around in her shopping cart, feeding and caring for them, etc. Cam passes in and out of noticing them and caring nothing for them, but sometimes he engages and plays right along with her. Evidently, they have quadruplets, or at least 4 children very close in age (surely don't know where they'd get that wild idea from). Together they parent their babies. Sometimes, I find all 4 tucked into our bed, sometimes they each have their own throw pillow and blanket. Sometimes they each have a chair, plate and fork at the table, and sometimes they are all "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;havin'&lt;/span&gt; bad attitudes" and in a timeout... :) Daddy goes to work and ALL the babies ALWAYS cry...but he assures them he'll be back for lunch and will cuddle them then. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've become puzzle fanatics at our house since Christmas. Both of them got new puzzles in their stockings and as gifts, so we put them together several times a day. Cam has it down to a science and always finishes quickly. Elly is getting there but needs a little help sometimes...and it amazes me how patient her brother is with her and how he tries to teach her the right way to put them together :) Sometimes, she won't tolerate his invasion of her personal space...but sometimes, she is teachable and cooperative...and Cam loves to TEACH :) I see a gift building here... ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an older escapade, but still I must share. Around Christmastime, when we were mostly house-ridden, I frequently caught Cam talking to Elly about the Christmas story. Baby Jesus mostly, but also the animals in the stable with him, the stars in the sky, and the wise men. One night at supper, he wasn't touching his food, so we told him he needed to eat some of it at least...that some kids didn't even get a bite of supper at night. He took a bite, thought about it for awhile and said, "Yep, some kids like baby Jesus don't have food. But that's why the wise men brought him some." Curious. "What did the wise men bring to baby Jesus? "They brought him two fish...and five loaves-a-bread." Well...at least we're&lt;em&gt; in&lt;/em&gt; the Bible... :) ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love listening in on playtime and what I hear...and as always I'm so blessed to be near my babies each day to hear it :) Thanks for sharing my silly, simple joy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-8746459189984584760?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/8746459189984584760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=8746459189984584760' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8746459189984584760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8746459189984584760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2011/01/fly-on-wall.html' title='Fly On The Wall'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-4463061219277918697</id><published>2011-01-05T15:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T15:33:31.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep On Truckin'</title><content type='html'>Someone sent me a link to &lt;a href="http://www.acme.com/licensemaker/"&gt;this fun little gadget&lt;/a&gt;...so I thought I'd made a license plate for each of my children. The characters I needed wouldn't fit on Iowa plates, so we're traveling in our second home state of MN. Can you guess who's truckin' in each of these cars to(&lt;em&gt;let's test Mommy all at once, ok?)&lt;/em&gt;day? Ahhh, the therapy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 101px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558814581136060258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TSTgaODgb2I/AAAAAAAABCA/0rp1yeQL6u8/s320/ellylic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 101px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558814582520623426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TSTgaTNnMUI/AAAAAAAABCI/ds9e-hM5Qlw/s320/camlic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 101px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558814593498046706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TSTga8G1YPI/AAAAAAAABCQ/YW92JcNZqB4/s320/bennettlic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and just one more :) We'll find out this driver's identity very, very soon...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 101px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558817577325689858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TSTjInux_AI/AAAAAAAABCg/jGXFFS5mi64/s320/baby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-4463061219277918697?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/4463061219277918697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=4463061219277918697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4463061219277918697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4463061219277918697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2011/01/keep-on-truckin.html' title='Keep On Truckin&apos;'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TSTgaODgb2I/AAAAAAAABCA/0rp1yeQL6u8/s72-c/ellylic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-4224915226956576948</id><published>2010-12-31T00:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:24:39.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggers Anonymous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A MESSAGE TO MY SUPPORT TEAM: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have fallen off the wagon. I let my blogging slip away in the days leading up to Christmas, then my two dear sons got consecutive cases of the (complete, total, violent and dehydrating) stomach flu. It's a full time job to take care of little ones with these maladies, provided you don't want various fluids soaking into your carpet or on your other loved ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of Lysol, lots of laundry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my blogger friends' renditions of their Christmases and I'm intimidated. I didn't get as many pictures as I would've wanted, I didn't make fantastic meals or present immaculate gifts. Nobody could play in the beautiful snow. No one's tummy was well enough for peppermint hot chocolate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know people don't think of it that way, but I'm browsing around and thinking...hmm...I don't have the detailed account I would've liked to share. My memory is fuzzy - lots of late nights, early mornings, and hours in the bathroom. My poor kids... :( I can't get the Christmas card uploaded for all to see because our printer no longer recognizes Caleb's work computer...ha! So, it's hard for me to get back on the bus right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll tell you what I did have, though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had 5-7 days of near lockdown with three incredibly precious children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a wonderful Christmas celebration with my amazing husband, who, coincidentally (thank you, Lord) had a few days off before Christmas to help with round one of flu, and picked up my slack throughout the holiday :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was able to surprise said husband on his 30th birthday with a party at his fave guy restaurant, complete with friends and cake. My amazing Mom stayed home with the ailing (i.e. nothing staying in his stomach, for even 5 minutes) 1-year-old, and my mom- and dad-in-law loved on Cameron and Elly while I whisked him to the "big city" for our celebration. More on that later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were able to attend Christmases with both sides of the family, where we laughed, ate, loved, and our babies received PRAYER from the entire family for a complete recovery. Truly awesome...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to dress up my daughter in sparkly dresses, shoes, barrettes, and all sorts of ridiculous Christmas garb for 3 consecutive days. We both loved it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because we were sick, we got to spend Sunday morning together at home. All day in PJs, relaxing, opening stockings and gifts at a snail's pace and enjoying every moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard more questions, quotations, and ponderings from my children regarding Christmas than I could've imagined...most made me laugh out loud. More on that later, too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered how thankful I am for a warm home, health insurance, loving family, an amazing job for my husband, the privilege it is to stay home with my children, and my SAVIOR - my Jesus - born on that Christmas Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to spend much, much more time cuddling with my 4-year-old, 2.5-year-old, and 1-year-old talking, rocking, watching Christmas movies and reading books than I would've in any other situation, I'm sure of it. Time was made to spend so near to them. I must confess...I loved that part of it. We loved and prayed a lot. And they will never be 4, 2, and 1 on Christmas again. Time was set aside (albeit by a gross sickness) to cherish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And despite what I don't have...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556737082567183218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TR1-74yoS3I/AAAAAAAABA4/cn49iof92sI/s320/Christmas%2Btime%2B010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556737088312997650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TR1-8OMidxI/AAAAAAAABBA/uMq2UwPp18w/s320/Christmas%2Btime%2B023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556737097920554658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TR1-8x_KJqI/AAAAAAAABBY/1sArddyPgAg/s320/Christmas%2Btime%2B089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556737092280443202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TR1-8c-c4UI/AAAAAAAABBI/2p0KU-9lm7c/s320/Christmas%2Btime%2B039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556740042701735586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TR2BoMJtBqI/AAAAAAAABBo/PpIvknfni0k/s320/Christmas%2Btime%2B109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556740044682775778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TR2BoTiBTOI/AAAAAAAABBw/a7sUnCXaC48/s320/Christmas%2Btime%2B116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556737096618512786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TR1-8tIukZI/AAAAAAAABBQ/XCkcBlaa_Uw/s320/Christmas%2Btime%2B083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556740038130807666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TR2Bn7H6M3I/AAAAAAAABBg/dWVDohG_6js/s320/Christmas%2Btime%2B096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...I sure do have an awful lot to be thankful for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Very merry, very belated Christmas to you all! I'm doing my best to stay in the game!! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-4224915226956576948?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/4224915226956576948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=4224915226956576948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4224915226956576948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4224915226956576948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2010/12/bloggers-anonymous.html' title='Bloggers Anonymous'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TR1-74yoS3I/AAAAAAAABA4/cn49iof92sI/s72-c/Christmas%2Btime%2B010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-893726148393190756</id><published>2010-12-14T22:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T22:47:24.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-many-kings.html"&gt;Still my favorite Christmas song&lt;/a&gt;, just for the record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must they play it on DISH radio while I am at my most emotional point of the day? Tears me up every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only ONE king did this for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-893726148393190756?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/893726148393190756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=893726148393190756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/893726148393190756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/893726148393190756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2010/12/reason.html' title='The Reason...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-8396724806095548234</id><published>2010-12-12T19:15:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T19:59:46.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Card Outtakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Insert your own captions...or read mine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549979077997112930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TQV8kP7eLmI/AAAAAAAABAc/zeLJrOk_qV8/s320/pics%2Bfrom%2Bhome%2Bcamera%2B025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elly, under her breath, disguised by a smile,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Bennett...if you don't stop pulling on my skirt, I will SCREAM."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He knows the seriousness of these promises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TQV6IFabahI/AAAAAAAABAU/Uw-knJn_6ss/s1600/pics%2Bfrom%2Bhome%2Bcamera%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549976395114572306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TQV6IFabahI/AAAAAAAABAU/Uw-knJn_6ss/s320/pics%2Bfrom%2Bhome%2Bcamera%2B014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little too constipated-looking for the holidays?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TQV6H-64w0I/AAAAAAAABAM/un4KQoXwQxg/s1600/pics%2Bfrom%2Bhome%2Bcamera%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549976393371665218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TQV6H-64w0I/AAAAAAAABAM/un4KQoXwQxg/s320/pics%2Bfrom%2Bhome%2Bcamera%2B008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even better (worse?) than kissing cousins...kissing sibs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TQV5gBxpOTI/AAAAAAAABAE/Tm-m4333Ybs/s1600/pics%2Bfrom%2Bhome%2Bcamera%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549975706943437106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TQV5gBxpOTI/AAAAAAAABAE/Tm-m4333Ybs/s320/pics%2Bfrom%2Bhome%2Bcamera%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Turn down the cheese, Cam.&lt;br /&gt;Please disregard Bennett's navy socks.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TQV5f9g7XBI/AAAAAAAAA_8/3qSWbK_h8HI/s1600/pics%2Bfrom%2Bhome%2Bcamera%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549975705799580690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TQV5f9g7XBI/AAAAAAAAA_8/3qSWbK_h8HI/s320/pics%2Bfrom%2Bhome%2Bcamera%2B006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cam = unstoppable Christmas smile.&lt;br /&gt;Bennett &amp;amp; Elly = reindeer in the headlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TQV5fHFRpHI/AAAAAAAAA_0/uanBYWWMNs8/s1600/pics%2Bfrom%2Bhome%2Bcamera%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549975691188085874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TQV5fHFRpHI/AAAAAAAAA_0/uanBYWWMNs8/s320/pics%2Bfrom%2Bhome%2Bcamera%2B011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saying cheese and hugging at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;Losing enthusiasm...&lt;br /&gt;MAYDAY...MAYDAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TQV29vyTg6I/AAAAAAAAA-s/LWNXEDLFKqU/s1600/pics%2Bfrom%2Bhome%2Bcamera%2B027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549972918975562658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TQV29vyTg6I/AAAAAAAAA-s/LWNXEDLFKqU/s320/pics%2Bfrom%2Bhome%2Bcamera%2B027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's all cry like Bennett!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TQV29c9TuyI/AAAAAAAAA-k/nC8u2V2DwE0/s1600/pics%2Bfrom%2Bhome%2Bcamera%2B030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549972913921440546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TQV29c9TuyI/AAAAAAAAA-k/nC8u2V2DwE0/s320/pics%2Bfrom%2Bhome%2Bcamera%2B030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And...that's pretty much a wrap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2010 CraSieh Christmas cards, coming soon!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-8396724806095548234?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/8396724806095548234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=8396724806095548234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8396724806095548234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8396724806095548234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-card-outtakes.html' title='Christmas Card Outtakes'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TQV8kP7eLmI/AAAAAAAABAc/zeLJrOk_qV8/s72-c/pics%2Bfrom%2Bhome%2Bcamera%2B025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-3831274004003026333</id><published>2010-12-07T22:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T23:11:47.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Comin' To Town</title><content type='html'>Santa Claus came to our hometown (and to Daddy's work at the bank) last Friday. The kiddos took early naps and we ventured in to visit him. I wondered what reactions would be...but I must say there was no hesitation (even from the recently clingy Bennett) to sit on the jolly man's lap. He was quite a wonderful Santa, might I add. Warm, welcoming and genuine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TP8QeQGwKDI/AAAAAAAAA90/oCB1PCzfpqo/s1600/Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548171377849149490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TP8QeQGwKDI/AAAAAAAAA90/oCB1PCzfpqo/s320/Santa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elly cheesing it up for the camera, of course :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cam looks nervous, but I think he was in the middle of telling Santa about his birthday party the night before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TP8QeWj2WBI/AAAAAAAAA9s/CZSArxI2uPY/s1600/Santa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548171379581802514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TP8QeWj2WBI/AAAAAAAAA9s/CZSArxI2uPY/s320/Santa2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elly gave Santa the complete once-over, telling him she liked his hat, his coat, his mittens, and proceeding to reach down the gap in his belt *gasp* and tell him that he had a pocket!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Again, he was wonderful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TP8QeAR2e8I/AAAAAAAAA9k/pbAFJkxk_PI/s1600/Santa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548171373600734146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TP8QeAR2e8I/AAAAAAAAA9k/pbAFJkxk_PI/s320/Santa3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bennett was perhaps still a bit tired from his nap. Santa was nice and snuggly, and he burrowed right in. :) I think we won the award for filling Santa's lap with the most children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fun visit! We even left with some "&lt;a href="http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-oh-so-quotable-son.html"&gt;candy cans&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-3831274004003026333?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/3831274004003026333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=3831274004003026333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/3831274004003026333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/3831274004003026333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2010/12/comin-to-town.html' title='Comin&apos; To Town'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TP8QeQGwKDI/AAAAAAAAA90/oCB1PCzfpqo/s72-c/Santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-3608281457706252967</id><published>2010-12-07T22:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T22:55:13.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Oh-So-Quotable Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cameron, to Elly, when he saw the new book she got as a reward for her 98.5% potty trained-ness, "&lt;em&gt;Elly, where did you get that book? Did you get it from Mexico or from high school&lt;/em&gt;?" (???)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cameron, to the incredibly precious story hour volunteer who was exceedingly patient and wonderful with my children's antics this afternoon, "&lt;em&gt;I like your silly fingers! Watch my silly feet, they can tap dance.&lt;/em&gt;" (In his defense, she had done several fantastic finger plays for the kids. But the tap dancing was a bit ADD) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cameron, to me, "&lt;em&gt;Mommy, let's have a baby sister and name her Brown Brown&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cameron, to me, after being asked what he wanted from Santa Claus, "&lt;em&gt;Just some candy cans&lt;/em&gt;." (He calls candy canes "candy cans.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While practicing &lt;em&gt;Away in A Manger&lt;/em&gt; for the church Christmas play, "...&lt;em&gt;the staaaars in the sky look down &lt;strong&gt;to the crib&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;," He KNOWS it's supposed to be "look down where He lay," but apparently insists that baby Jesus needs a crib. Again, ??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cameron, each day, almost hourly, "&lt;em&gt;Mommy, you're so beautiful, and so precious. And you're such a good cooker&lt;/em&gt;." ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to share these things before they escape my ever-fleeting memory. There is no doubt in my mind that this precious little boy's imagination is larger than life and that his love language is words of affirmation. Love my Cameron-boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-3608281457706252967?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/3608281457706252967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=3608281457706252967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/3608281457706252967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/3608281457706252967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-oh-so-quotable-son.html' title='My Oh-So-Quotable Son'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-6265830178518526958</id><published>2010-12-06T21:43:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T23:05:04.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pregnancy Cravings"</title><content type='html'>Let's start out with the title of this post. If you know me, you know I have an extreme disdain for inappropriate, misplaced, and/or overused quotation marks. You know, like, "Congratulations" on your graduation! What, are you &lt;em&gt;mocking&lt;/em&gt; me?! Is it a false salutation, or are you quoting a friend??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My natural tendency to notice these things coupled with my journalism studies in college puts me into somewhat of an overdrive. It gets pretty complicated. My mom and I actually text each other pictures of signs and etc. that misuse quotes...yeah...I am easily amused these days :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that to say, the reason I am using quotation marks in this post is that I want to share with you the select foods and drinks I've been devouring lately. I'm calling them pregnancy cravings, but if I tell the truth, it's not much of a compulsion (the way I've felt it before) to eat anything specific. It's just because they taste good on my tongue and feel good in my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on the baby. So...these are my current "pregnancy cravings" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547783872751422866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TP2wCfH9TZI/AAAAAAAAA8c/8v5z3V0Avcg/s320/800px-Clementines_2006_tap.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Clementine Oranges&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a perfect little snack, all wrapped up and ready to transport. And from nature (not a lot of my - ahem - cravings are that close to nature right now). All 3 kids love them and they make the house smell delicious. We're on our third box in two weeks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547785488837025634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TP2xgjgyn2I/AAAAAAAAA8k/e_smE74liiU/s320/textoast.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Texas Toast Croutons &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I know, I know. I have professed my love for these little bites of heaven on this blog before. But I cannot stay away. You must find them and try them immediately. They will change your outlook on salad forever, and then you will start eating them by the handful. Then by the bagful. Then buying them several bags at a time. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;...maybe you won't. But I might have...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547786876178168898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TP2yxTwsfEI/AAAAAAAAA8s/xEAJ4Uyihr4/s320/ae-eggnog-180x300.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Egg &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The perfect ending to my day. Don't need a lot of it, just a swig. Like ice cream in a glass. And, on a related note, what is &lt;em&gt;lite&lt;/em&gt; egg &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nog&lt;/span&gt;? I don't acknowledge its significance in the realm of holiday drinks. Not a viable alternative. Duct tape over the nutrition facts on the full fat &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nog&lt;/span&gt; is sufficient.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547788943847430866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TP20pqbdmtI/AAAAAAAAA80/7W2WnloG66U/s320/CRANBERRY.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cranberry Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;100 percent. No cocktails, no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cran&lt;/span&gt;-raspberry, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cran&lt;/span&gt;-grape, or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cran&lt;/span&gt;-mango tango. Straight, borderline bitter, cranberry juice. A great pick-me-up to be enjoyed in trimesters 1 &amp;amp; 2 when heartburn is not in play :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547791024951454098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TP22izJU6ZI/AAAAAAAAA88/QM4zidf8hMM/s320/CocktailShrimp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shrimp Cocktail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No need to call your friendly neighborhood OB - I know I cannot have massive amounts of seafood while pregnant. And I would say that this "craving" is the closest I have to an actual craving at this point. I have only eaten shrimp cocktail once this holiday season, and I only consume cocktail from trusted sources. But yum...I think about eating it &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt;. What nutritional value does shrimp contain? Need some more of it in my diet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547793260002680018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TP24k5XEHNI/AAAAAAAAA9E/ph11petlLhw/s320/Bowl-white-rice_axiemeluv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;White Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(with soy sauce and whatever else presents itself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why hello, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Carby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McCarberson&lt;/span&gt;. Could there be anything more full of carbohydrates and water-retaining sodium than white rice and soy sauce? YUM. Yes, there are usually protein and veggie sources involved in my recipes...but I'll eat rice with anything. My favorite? My sister-in-law's Costa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rican&lt;/span&gt; pasta salad (will share another day), rice and black beans...oh my.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That about wraps it up. My stomach is growling now, and pretty sure I can find one of these tasty treats just around the corner in the kitchen. "For baby," of course ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-6265830178518526958?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/6265830178518526958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=6265830178518526958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/6265830178518526958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/6265830178518526958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2010/12/pregnancy-cravings.html' title='&quot;Pregnancy Cravings&quot;'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TP2wCfH9TZI/AAAAAAAAA8c/8v5z3V0Avcg/s72-c/800px-Clementines_2006_tap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-947820016372697564</id><published>2010-11-30T21:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:23:29.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Little Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Because APRIL (yikes!) was the last time you saw photos of this family, I thought I'd throw in a few from November. It's been a busy month around the Sieh house...we celebrated Bennett's first birthday, had a delicious Thanksgiving, announced #4, and decorated for Christmas (Most-Excited-For-This-Endeavor Award goes to Cameron)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway...just wanted to add a few pictures and updates to liven up the blog. And, personally, I can't think of 3 cuter faces to do that with! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TPXIPR0XlNI/AAAAAAAAA8U/4wuLWk-K_Wg/s1600/november%2Bpics%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545558680983278802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TPXIPR0XlNI/AAAAAAAAA8U/4wuLWk-K_Wg/s320/november%2Bpics%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Excited big sibs getting ready for Bennett's first birthday party. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elly is commanding Cameron to pose or smile in a particular way, no doubt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TPXIOya-z9I/AAAAAAAAA8M/8w02_7VJFrs/s1600/november%2Bpics%2B026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545558672555298770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TPXIOya-z9I/AAAAAAAAA8M/8w02_7VJFrs/s320/november%2Bpics%2B026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Pre-Thanksgiving feast snooze with Daddy. One year and one week old. *tear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TPXIOV9aLBI/AAAAAAAAA8E/1cciFYSoqNI/s1600/november%2Bpics%2B034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545558664915069970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TPXIOV9aLBI/AAAAAAAAA8E/1cciFYSoqNI/s320/november%2Bpics%2B034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Ummm...who stole my chubby little baby and replaced him with this lean &amp;amp; mean little boy? Bennett's appetite is still the same (ravenous) but he's burning it off like crazy! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Probably all those stairs he climbs. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;More on that later though...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TPXIOBnLR0I/AAAAAAAAA78/uBNB7onVrr4/s1600/november%2Bpics%2B042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545558659453110082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TPXIOBnLR0I/AAAAAAAAA78/uBNB7onVrr4/s320/november%2Bpics%2B042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Silly brothers. Bennett absolutely ADORES Cameron. Like, lengthy embrace in the morning and after each nap. Cam is such an amazing big brother...patient and extremely enduring&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TPXIN4geaxI/AAAAAAAAA70/kCDACQpdk1U/s1600/november%2Bpics%2B047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545558657009085202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TPXIN4geaxI/AAAAAAAAA70/kCDACQpdk1U/s320/november%2Bpics%2B047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; My princess girl :) Always posing, performing and continually wrapping Daddy around her little finger. Notice the belly and UNDIES in this picture...she is POTTY TRAINED! Hallelujah and Amen. It was 100 times easier with her than Cam! Only one child in diapers?? Luxurious &lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Enjoy my favorite little faces :) Hope to upload a pic of the very littlest face soon!&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/703729226924968059-947820016372697564?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/947820016372697564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=947820016372697564' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/947820016372697564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/947820016372697564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2010/11/favorite-little-faces.html' title='Favorite Little Faces'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/TPXIPR0XlNI/AAAAAAAAA8U/4wuLWk-K_Wg/s72-c/november%2Bpics%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-1080338553777456116</id><published>2010-11-28T22:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:16:25.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocked</title><content type='html'>Got rocked today in worship. Literally...not trying to be cheesy. I was going about my pleasant worship time, holding (restraining) my bouncing, clapping, kicking baby and swaying to the music. We sang 3-4 songs, and then the team closed with &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UH9RJQnQPuQ"&gt;this arrangement &lt;/a&gt;of a classic hymn, &lt;em&gt;Rock of Ages&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't describe it any way but that the Lord was speaking directly to me through this song. I mean, I was singing it (well, the first verse anyway) but I felt so completely wrapped up...so sheltered, so loved, so &lt;em&gt;hidden&lt;/em&gt; in Him that I couldn't even utter the words. It was like my heart was singing but I was so overwhelmed that I couldn't verbally express myself. Hasn't happened to me in a loooong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics of this hymn are SO powerful. So intense to me this morning that by the fourth verse, I was sobbing. Just as I was about to remove my O.C. self from the public, however, I was saved by my eldest, who (of course) got his foot/leg/shoe stuck in the seat behind him and couldn't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As not to induce a 3.9 year old's panic attack, the shoe was removed, and we needed to put it back on right there. Needless to say, I had to pull myself back together. Bennett was snoozing away, a pile of mush in my arms by this point...and I was a strugglin'! Thankfully, one of my girlfriends saw my distress and reached over from the row behind me, helping Cam with his shoe and receiving an inappropriately loud "THANK YOU" from him. :) I had to laugh at my situation while I wiped the tears and flowing mascara from my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't going to blog today, but I just had to share the lyrics to the song. Please &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UH9RJQnQPuQ"&gt;listen to it&lt;/a&gt;...I mean...enjoy the music...but listen to the words. So true and powerful. Verse three is what really gets me time and again. Hope this beautiful, timeless hymn blesses someone else as much as it did me today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rock of Ages&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Augustus M. Toplady, 1776&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rock of Ages, cleft for me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me hide myself in Thee; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the water and the blood,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From thy wounded side which flowed,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be of sin the double cure,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save from wrath and make me pure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not the labor of my hands &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can fulfill thy law's demands;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could my zeal no respite know,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could my tears forever flow?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All for sin could not atone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thou must save and Thou alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing in my hand I bring,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simply to the cross I cling;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naked, come to Thee for dress,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Helpless, look to Thee for grace;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foul I to the fountain fly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wash me Savior or I die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While I draw this fleeting breath,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When my eyes shall close in death,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I rise to worlds unknown,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And behold Thee on Thy throne,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rock of Ages, cleft for me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me hide myself in Thee.&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/703729226924968059-1080338553777456116?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/1080338553777456116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=1080338553777456116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/1080338553777456116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/1080338553777456116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2010/11/rocked.html' title='Rocked'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-4803639024783910926</id><published>2010-11-25T23:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T00:15:17.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hebrews 12:28-29</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that CANNOT BE SHAKEN, let us be &lt;strong&gt;thankful&lt;/strong&gt;, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe, for our God is a consuming fire&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Overwhelmed with thankfulness today...for the goodness of God, His mercy and grace, His gift of eternal life and of true FREEDOM as we live our lives on Earth, and that in spite of the ups and downs of life...He CANNOT be shaken! Truly truly truly, we have &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; we'll ever need and more. So blessed. Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-4803639024783910926?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/4803639024783910926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=4803639024783910926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4803639024783910926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4803639024783910926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2010/11/hebrews-1228-29.html' title='Hebrews 12:28-29'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-6916021155618121617</id><published>2010-11-23T06:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T00:16:12.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Humbug</title><content type='html'>Well, I feel as if I need to start out by apologizing for my lack of blogging for...well...the entire summer and fall :( I feel as though I committed to something and then let the whole "team" down. I have a Thanksgiving resolution to pick up blogging again. I'm hoping it'll be like exercise...you stop missing it when you get out of shape, but once you start up again, you crave it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping :) I miss all my blogging friends and I think once I get the [&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pseudo&lt;/span&gt;] creative writing part of my brain going, I'll be better about it. We don't have a home computer, so I rely completely on my husband's willingness to haul his work computer home every other day for me to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gallivant&lt;/span&gt; about online and such - thanks babe ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been such a Blog Humbug, I thought it only proper to bring a peace offering of sorts...a little exciting news to accompany my return to blog-land...so I did what I could...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blessed&lt;/strong&gt; beyond measure to announce that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CraSieh&lt;/span&gt; baby #4 is on his or her little way&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥ &lt;strong&gt;June 1, 2011&lt;/strong&gt; ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know the majority of people think we've gone completely nuts...&lt;br /&gt;but we're SO excited&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now to figure out how to get new pictures on here without my photo editing program! Happy Thanksgiving week, friends! Hope it's filled with love and laughter! We truly have so much to be thankful for :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-6916021155618121617?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/6916021155618121617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=6916021155618121617' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/6916021155618121617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/6916021155618121617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-humbug.html' title='Blog Humbug'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-7167206713775240821</id><published>2010-04-07T07:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T08:07:48.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bennett's First Bite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Remember &lt;a href="http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2008/10/ellys-first-bite.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;? Celebrating our second rice cereal starting via the CraSieh blog! Bennett sat in the same bouncy seat as his brother and sister, and wore the same bib as Cam did for his first taste of rice cereal :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/S7yBQKQiQnI/AAAAAAAAA6U/PW4lKFUcvnw/s1600/Funnell+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457378963097797234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/S7yBQKQiQnI/AAAAAAAAA6U/PW4lKFUcvnw/s320/Funnell+066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/S7yBP0DbZ3I/AAAAAAAAA6M/I46hjJ4N8iE/s1600/Funnell+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457378957137241970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/S7yBP0DbZ3I/AAAAAAAAA6M/I46hjJ4N8iE/s320/Funnell+068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've had better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/S7yBPWdaUbI/AAAAAAAAA6E/d_mSj7qtOgg/s1600/Funnell+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457378949193159090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/S7yBPWdaUbI/AAAAAAAAA6E/d_mSj7qtOgg/s320/Funnell+069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Think I could get used to this ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-7167206713775240821?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/7167206713775240821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=7167206713775240821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/7167206713775240821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/7167206713775240821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2010/04/bennetts-first-bite.html' title='Bennett&apos;s First Bite'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/S7yBQKQiQnI/AAAAAAAAA6U/PW4lKFUcvnw/s72-c/Funnell+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-2268334418442738767</id><published>2010-04-06T22:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:49:16.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 For 3</title><content type='html'>All three of my kids made me laugh out loud today. I actually think they do this most every day, but today they all did something memorable that warmed my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Cameron was eating breakfast today, I saw him holding his cup of juice and staring intently at it. He is learning about the fruits of the Spirit in toddler church, so my mom had been singing him the kids song that goes, "The joy of the Lo-ho-ho-hord is my strength," and etc. He looked up from his juice with a concerned face and said, "Mommy...the joy of the Lord is my &lt;em&gt;drink&lt;/em&gt;?" Oh I could just squeeze him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put Bennett in the high chair as I prepared his rice cereal this morning. I came back to find the high chair tray set up (by Elly) just for him with a pink plate containing a peach and hot dog (play food), as well as a pink fork and baby bottle. I entered just as she was carrying over a pot of necklaces (spaghetti, perhaps?) that she had been stirring. I also found her mini ketchup bottle and cardboard milk carton in the fridge. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sweet baby boy...he found his reflection today! I was holding his mirror toy in front of him as he sat in the bouncy seat, and all the sudden he erupted in giggles!! I ran to get the camera and caught the last of it. What I got on video was minor compared to how hard he was laughing at first! Cameron was hanging on my arm...so please forgive the shakiness of the footage :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9f561e6037342c40" 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://v22.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9f561e6037342c40%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875560%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D751B2203495FBA4E457269A2E8E20832924E0DE8.6EAB878B0B4F3355D33EB8297CE641D1ED8D8F3B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9f561e6037342c40%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGWSjCkkw6yERd4zzh1LVgWAGDUw&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://v22.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9f561e6037342c40%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875560%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D751B2203495FBA4E457269A2E8E20832924E0DE8.6EAB878B0B4F3355D33EB8297CE641D1ED8D8F3B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9f561e6037342c40%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGWSjCkkw6yERd4zzh1LVgWAGDUw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There you have 'em. Cam, Ells &amp;amp; Bennito - 3 for 3 on LOLs :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-2268334418442738767?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9f561e6037342c40&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/2268334418442738767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=2268334418442738767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/2268334418442738767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/2268334418442738767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2010/04/3-for-3.html' title='3 For 3'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-1480717505274102969</id><published>2010-04-02T22:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:48:21.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spamtastic**</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;**Or, "When Processed Food Happens to Good People," or "Sodium-r-Us," or "Why Can't I Drop That Last 10 Pounds Of Baby Weight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just had to share the lunch creation I fed to my baby birds this noon. With the organic, whole-food revolution going all around us, I found it ironic that I created a lunch (which they devoured) out of a select few of the unhealthiest items in the kitchen. Apparently I was a lil salt-deficient at lunchtime?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What came out of the fast-and-furious, grease splattered, delicious-smelling kitchen looked almost just like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455747174710286994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/S7a1JkzympI/AAAAAAAAA58/EA9rKz8iSI8/s320/bagelsand.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks, foodchannel.com. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See, if a food website has the recipe on it, I'm not such a bad mom, right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here are the ingredients (obviously just for kicks since you can clearly see what this carbohydrate boat is hauling :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- One plain bagel (&lt;em&gt;hold the whole grain, please&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- One slice of American cheese (&lt;em&gt;or cheddar, if you're feeling more the natural route&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- One egg, scrambled (&lt;em&gt;a dash of pepper, but don't use much salt...sodium flavor will be WELL-infused from other ingredients&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;- One slab (&lt;em&gt;haha&lt;/em&gt;) of SPAM (&lt;em&gt;yep, Spam. Like you pull out of a can and it's in a loaf, and you slice off as much as you want. I think I did 1/8 of a loaf - aka, a slab - per bagel.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Toast bagel. Scramble egg. Warm SPAM in frying pan - try to ignore grease it exudes merely from a slight change in temperature. Also try to ignore the "best by" date on can of SPAM, which is three years from today. Place cheese on freshly toasted bagel so it starts to melt. Place egg, then SPAM, on the other half of bagel. Indulge in processed deliciousness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Not kidding, Cam and Ells ate more for lunch than they had in a few weeks. Caleb didn't complain too much, either :) I promise I normally strive for generally nutritious meals and try my hardest to provide foods from the Earth and not from machines.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But man, these were Spamtastic. Don't judge ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Does it count that I served them with clementines?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-1480717505274102969?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/1480717505274102969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=1480717505274102969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/1480717505274102969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/1480717505274102969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2010/04/spamtastic.html' title='Spamtastic**'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/S7a1JkzympI/AAAAAAAAA58/EA9rKz8iSI8/s72-c/bagelsand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-7070429190938264976</id><published>2010-03-25T22:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T23:02:57.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Those Keeping Stats...</title><content type='html'>Here is a random thought that came into my frazzled brain a few days ago, perhaps in the spirit of the NCAA Tournament:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been pregnant and/or nursing since March 2006. 4 years ago. 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; an announcement that I'm pregnant again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could, however, be an excuse for a myriad of forgotten items, emotional outbursts, and general mental instability :) The precious ones have stolen my brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 2006. F-O-U-R years, 3 babies! Whouda thunk it?? I know many amazing women who have been at this business much longer...and to their amazing example - and the Lord - I cling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note...six lines of blogging is about all I can muster right now :) G'night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-7070429190938264976?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/7070429190938264976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=7070429190938264976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/7070429190938264976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/7070429190938264976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-those-keeping-score.html' title='For Those Keeping Stats...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-7978549220801982412</id><published>2010-03-15T00:04:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T00:31:10.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What We're Reading...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;While waiting for the snow to melt...we've all been curling up with some good books! Can you guess who's reading what? ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448727084516635970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/S53Eai6p9UI/AAAAAAAAA50/95MdsAiTdq0/s320/cforcooking.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"C" is For Cooking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Sesame Street Recipe Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448725161291862082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/S53CqmWI0EI/AAAAAAAAA5s/QunSgAjWWFI/s320/einstein+farm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby Einstein Farm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(English, Spanish &amp;amp; French)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448722640199431762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/S53AX2i3NlI/AAAAAAAAA5M/pKQw7zFqEv8/s320/uncommon-dungy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncommon: Finding Your Path to Significance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tony Dungy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448723330903046882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/S53BADnb-uI/AAAAAAAAA5U/hT4n8UlLCvQ/s320/born4this.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;You Were Born For This&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Bruce Wilkinson &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448723755411581970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/S53BYxCKLBI/AAAAAAAAA5c/_DLw-E7P5xs/s320/jamberry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jamberry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Degen&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/703729226924968059-7978549220801982412?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/7978549220801982412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=7978549220801982412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/7978549220801982412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/7978549220801982412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-were-reading.html' title='What We&apos;re Reading...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/S53Eai6p9UI/AAAAAAAAA50/95MdsAiTdq0/s72-c/cforcooking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-8522234309256421627</id><published>2010-03-06T22:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T23:19:37.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A-merry-ca</title><content type='html'>Cameron's latest favorite thing to do is sing "America The Beautiful/God Bless America" over and over throughout the day. Yes, I have spent multiple hours a day teaching him these cherished songs, note-by-note and word-by-word. No, I haven't. The Gaither Vocal Band has, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9pNAoTM-iOs"&gt;See?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is part of our nightly bedtime ritual - and comes right before the "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QpIJfiR9v_Q"&gt;big song&lt;/a&gt;," as Cam calls it. The CraSiehs love us some GVB...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still trying to get my crooner on video performing his rendition, because it's too cute. He really gets into the music and what he's certain are the correct words to the song. My favorite is the way he pronounces "America," which I tried to write phonetically for effect. It's literally "Ah" (as in ah-ha!) "Merry" (as in yuletide greetings) "Ca" (pronounced correctly). It's his own special dialect for that word...but he may have misinterpreted a few of the other lyrics... just a bit. ;) Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Bless America&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lyrics interpreted by Cameron C. Sieh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh beautiful for space of skies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For anger waves of grain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For purple mountains' majesty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;About a fruit and plane! (or train)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A-merry-ca, A-merry-ca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God send he grays on knee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And crown die good with brudder-hood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From sea to shiny sea!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the mountains, to the praying, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the oceans, white with father (!?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOD (with gusto) bless A-merry-ca,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My home sweet home!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOD BLESS (more gusto) A-merry-ca,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My home sweet home!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Promise you'll be the first to see it when I do catch it on video -- he's a little camera-shy! :) It's super-duper precious!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-8522234309256421627?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/8522234309256421627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=8522234309256421627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8522234309256421627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8522234309256421627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2010/03/merry-ca.html' title='A-merry-ca'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-4496990927437350311</id><published>2010-03-01T22:08:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:20:27.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/S4yQD0ovMYI/AAAAAAAAA5E/_g1zkcK4rTk/s1600-h/2-23-10+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443884444927603074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/S4yQD0ovMYI/AAAAAAAAA5E/_g1zkcK4rTk/s320/2-23-10+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/S4yQDQ8EYzI/AAAAAAAAA48/YiAWeeVXhPA/s1600-h/2-23-10+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443884435345007410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/S4yQDQ8EYzI/AAAAAAAAA48/YiAWeeVXhPA/s320/2-23-10+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes I get so caught up in the changing diapers, making meals, doing laundry/dishes/naptimes of it all that I forget what I have. Three amazing, precious children. I am so blessed. Don't get me wrong...the daily grind gets me down more often than I care to admit. But sometimes, I just get a big ol' slap of perspective, right in the face. So, so thankful for what I have! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love my beautiful babies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-4496990927437350311?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/4496990927437350311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=4496990927437350311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4496990927437350311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4496990927437350311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2010/03/beautiful-babies.html' title='Beautiful Babies'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/S4yQD0ovMYI/AAAAAAAAA5E/_g1zkcK4rTk/s72-c/2-23-10+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-5983474405190874466</id><published>2010-02-23T23:14:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T00:01:37.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Introductions</title><content type='html'>It's been blog-world eons since I've been online regularly, and I feel the need to re-introduce my children, since the last time I posted any photos was mid-November. They are a-growin' like weeds and likely not as you remember them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meet Cameron.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441682546117756770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/S4S9ccXKx2I/AAAAAAAAA4s/Yuz_TuPrhLM/s320/26+Jan+2010+092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ultimate big brother. He's the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Favorite drink: spicy juice (pop) or whole milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prays everyday that Daddy can come home for lunch again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loves rockin' out/winding down to the Gaither Vocal Band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unhealthy obsession with the movie Cars and characters therein.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imitates whatever he sees his Daddy do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't wait to play baseball outside this spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loves to help load the washing machine and cook in the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nicknamed Bubbaloo, Bubby, Cameronboy and Cam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meet Bennett.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/S4S3jkV_B3I/AAAAAAAAA4E/Eec_PXtTLoY/s1600-h/2-23-10+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441676071449593714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/S4S3jkV_B3I/AAAAAAAAA4E/Eec_PXtTLoY/s320/2-23-10+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just about the happiest baby you'll ever meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Always has a full tummy...maybe that's why he's so happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loves laughing at Daddy &amp;amp; brother's funny faces/dances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mildly frightened of sister's overwhelming love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy's boy through and through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Darkest skin and eyes of any CraSieh baby thus far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet little birthmark on his forehead ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nicknamed Brownie, Brown One, Mr. Brown and Bennito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meet Elly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/S4S3Ewr0YTI/AAAAAAAAA3c/SvbjtZhaHpM/s1600-h/26+Jan+2010+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441675542186451250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/S4S3Ewr0YTI/AAAAAAAAA3c/SvbjtZhaHpM/s320/26+Jan+2010+089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Full of opinions, energy, and kisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite drink: chocolate milk, favorite food: craisins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loves pillow-fighting, chasing, tickling, and rough-housing with the boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also loves rocking, sssh-ing, feeding and singing to her dolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a huge fan of snow, Kitchen-Aid mixer, or nose blowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeps in a big girl bed now (cue Mommy crying).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Master of "the look" and super cheesy smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gets told she's sweet/pretty approx. 15 times per day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicknamed Looney, Looney Bin, Elly Girl, and Pretty.&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/703729226924968059-5983474405190874466?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/5983474405190874466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=5983474405190874466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/5983474405190874466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/5983474405190874466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2010/02/introductions.html' title='Introductions'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/S4S9ccXKx2I/AAAAAAAAA4s/Yuz_TuPrhLM/s72-c/26+Jan+2010+092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-6830234862090260436</id><published>2010-02-11T22:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:12:27.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>W.W.M.B.?</title><content type='html'>Wow...daily life sure is different for me without access to a computer. Or, more specifically, without access to Blogger, Twitter, Facebook, and Photoshop. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly find myself experiencing things and then wishing I could share them with friends - thinking of what I would write or how I could phrase the situation into 140 words or less. Pathetic? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family has been incredibly blessed as Caleb now has a job LITERALLY two minutes away from our home, with regular hours and a caring comany. Plus, he has a laptop. So, I do get internet access in the evening, but by that time, most remaining brain cells in this body are shutting down for the night. Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I've tried to remember some of the things that have happened over the past few (two? three?) months, so I could relay them to you, my online friends. I'm trying to recall them now, and titling this post "What Would Michelle Blog [or tweet, were a computer available all day]?" Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to I discipline Elly for offering Bennett her thumb [shoving it halfway down his throat] when he's crying? It certainly works for her! It's her favorite, and she's sharing. Precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where do we get such wacky nicknames for our kids? Bennett is "Brownie," "Brown One," and "Mr. Brown." Even Cam calls him these names.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cameron has told me approximately 20 times that I'm "going to the doctor to have two more babies." Lord have mercy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elly says approximately 6 words: Mine, No, Dad-eee, Go, Men (Amen) and Kay (OK). She uses these words very strategically to her every advantage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bennett spits up more than Cameron and Elly combined. Times ten! Me = human burprag! And he's still so happy :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love, love, love having Caleb home for supper every night. Love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cameron is playing with his race cars and cheering for them, "LET'S GO LADIES!" Hmmm. Someone's mom carted him around to a few cross country meets... :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Completely and utterly addicted to caffiene like I never have been before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I desire that the area wildlife (racoons, coyotes, foxes and the like) would stop using the west side of my house as the cool place to hang out. Growling/moaning coyotes/foxes/rodents sound far too much like crying babies. It's freaking me out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My babies bring me so much JOY every day. I am so very, very thankful for each one of them, and for their daddy. My husband is an all-star!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cam says, "Mommy...look at me," and holds my cheeks in his hands while staring into my eyes. "I'm so proud of you!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone should try Premium brand Mini Saltine crackers. Delish!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love seeing my daughter rocking, feeding and singing to her baby dolls. I sneak into the room and watch her play - gets me emotional every time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, friends, here's to hoping I will be a little more regular with my blogging from now on! As with other things around these parts, we'll start with baby steps :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-6830234862090260436?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/6830234862090260436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=6830234862090260436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/6830234862090260436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/6830234862090260436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2010/02/wwmb.html' title='W.W.M.B.?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-8098359951867570419</id><published>2010-01-15T17:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T17:14:53.525-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Fritz</title><content type='html'>Our computer is not charging. Something wrong with the motherboard, we think (um, what is that anyway)? So, no facebooking, blogging, or otherwise delightfully time-wasting activities for this mama until funds are raised to make the repair (or perhaps purchase a new machine, depending on how much it will cost)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-8098359951867570419?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/8098359951867570419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=8098359951867570419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8098359951867570419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8098359951867570419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-fritz.html' title='On The Fritz'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-553259301054784799</id><published>2009-12-27T14:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T14:56:25.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Letter...Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:Wingdings;  panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:2;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Garamond;  panose-1:2 2 4 4 3 3 1 1 8 3;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:.8in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;Dear family and friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;Wasn’t I just writing the 2008 Christmas letter? It seems each year goes by faster than the last. 2009 was filled with changes and blessings for our family - here’s an update!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;Again this year, we welcomed a new baby into the family! Our sweet boy, Bennett Isaiah, was born on November 17 and checked in at 7 lbs, 15 oz, 20 ¾ in. He looks a lot like Cameron, but has darker hair and eyes like Elly. He is a pretty good sleeper, and “goes with the flow” like a champ – but what choice do you have with two older siblings 3 and under?! Bennett means “blessed,” and we feel his name is a perfect reflection of our feelings – he’s another precious blessing from our Heavenly Father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:85%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;Elly is our independent, energetic little girl – she’s well-prepared to hang tough with her two brothers! She goes for what she wants 100 percent – and usually what she wants is what Cameron wants, too, making for many heated “conversations” throughout the day! She loves running full speed around the house, getting tickled by Daddy, drinking big cups of chocolate milk and playing sweetly with her baby dolls – such fun to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;Cameron continues to amaze us with all the information he remembers and retains. He picks things up from TV shows, our conversations, trips to the store…EVERYWHERE! My mom came and gave him an H1N1 shot last week, and since then, he has been asking and asking for another “baccination” from Grandma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;Cam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt; still loves racing his cars and tractors. He got a big treat during harvest, when Grandpa Beichley gave him a couple rides in the combine to “cut the tall grass and corn,” as Cameron puts it. Both he and Elly are such loving big sibs to Bennett, giving LOTS of hugs and kisses each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;Another big change for our family this year was our move back to central &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;Iowa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;, where Caleb and I both grew up. We are renting a house right outside Reinbeck and loving it here. Having family close has been wonderful for all of us, especially as we transition to being a family of five. We’re bracing for our first rural &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;Iowa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt; winter in quite some time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;Caleb is currently working for Kay Jewelers as the acting manager in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;Cedar Rapids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;. This is quite a commute (2.5 hours roundtrip) for him each day, so we’re hoping he’ll be transferred a bit closer to home sometime in the new year! Still, we’re incredibly thankful for his job and for Kay’s willingness to transfer Caleb down to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;Iowa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt; during the move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;I’m staying home with our three babies (they are all still babies, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;) We spend our days playing all kinds of make-believe, singing, dancing, and watching Veggie Tales. I am incredibly thankful I can be at home with my kids each day – and even though I am, the time still seems to fly by! I’m not coaching right now, but really itching for the weather to turn a bit so I can get outside and run – I’m ready to be back in 5K shape!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;Luke 2: 10-11 says, “Then the angel said to them, do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all people. Today in the town of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt; a Savior has been born; he is Christ the Lord.” Such humble and gentle words – but words that changed the entire world. I am constantly overwhelmed by the love of my God, who sent His one and only son to be my Savior, the only true source enduring Hope and everlasting Peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;color:maroon;"  &gt;We wish you a Merry Christmas and pray your 2010 is filled with joy, laughter, and love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SzfIRrVlhPI/AAAAAAAAA3U/9xLTaNCGzv4/s1600-h/CHRISTMASCARD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SzfIRrVlhPI/AAAAAAAAA3U/9xLTaNCGzv4/s400/CHRISTMASCARD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420020882580276466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:11.5pt;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-553259301054784799?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/553259301054784799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=553259301054784799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/553259301054784799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/553259301054784799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-letterfinally.html' title='Christmas Letter...Finally'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SzfIRrVlhPI/AAAAAAAAA3U/9xLTaNCGzv4/s72-c/CHRISTMASCARD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-5128467688865214155</id><published>2009-12-26T14:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T14:42:38.339-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many Kings</title><content type='html'>New favorite Christmas song!! Listen to it &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QaVc-Qqw6oA"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Humbled as always this Christmas by the love of my God and all He has blessed me with! Happy Birthday, Jesus. Merry Christmas, friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How Many Kings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Downhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Follow the star to a place unexpected&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe, after all we've projected,&lt;br /&gt;A child in a manger?&lt;br /&gt;Lowly and small, the weakest of all&lt;br /&gt;Unlikeliest hero, wrapped in his mother's shawl -&lt;br /&gt;Just a child -&lt;br /&gt;Is this who we've waited for? 'Cause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many kings step down from their thrones?&lt;br /&gt;How many lords have abandoned their homes?&lt;br /&gt;How many greats have become the least for me?&lt;br /&gt;And how many gods have poured out their hearts&lt;br /&gt;To romance a world that is torn all apart&lt;br /&gt;How many fathers gave up their sons for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing our gifts for the newborn Savior&lt;br /&gt;All that we have, whether costly or meek&lt;br /&gt;Because we believe.&lt;br /&gt;Gold for his honor, and frankincense for his pleasure&lt;br /&gt;And myrrh for the cross he will suffer&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe?&lt;br /&gt;Is this who we've waited for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many kings step down from their thrones?&lt;br /&gt;How many lords have abandoned their homes?&lt;br /&gt;How many greats have become the least for me?&lt;br /&gt;And how many gods have poured out their hearts&lt;br /&gt;To romance a world that is torn all apart&lt;br /&gt;How many fathers gave up their sons for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only ONE did that for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for me...&lt;br /&gt;All for you...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-5128467688865214155?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/5128467688865214155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=5128467688865214155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/5128467688865214155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/5128467688865214155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-many-kings.html' title='How Many Kings'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-4840390450714851075</id><published>2009-11-24T16:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:59:48.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bennett</title><content type='html'>Just a few pictures of the life and times of our little man. Happy one-week Birthday, Bennett!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Swxgrlk6OLI/AAAAAAAAA2U/v4jpq1UkhHE/s1600/meetingsibs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Swxgrlk6OLI/AAAAAAAAA2U/v4jpq1UkhHE/s320/meetingsibs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407803554502686898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meeting big brother and sister for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mommy is sitting in bed shedding happy tears &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Swxgr7i3s8I/AAAAAAAAA2c/Bf47vizDLhw/s1600/bennettandxander.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Swxgr7i3s8I/AAAAAAAAA2c/Bf47vizDLhw/s320/bennettandxander.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407803560399713218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Visitors in the hospital - cousin Xander is 3 months older than Bennett.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Swxgscdp0HI/AAAAAAAAA2s/i17qJYoBUJU/s1600/myboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Swxgscdp0HI/AAAAAAAAA2s/i17qJYoBUJU/s320/myboys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407803569236201586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My three favorite guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SwxgsOVv-HI/AAAAAAAAA2k/cqEq_P8sHRk/s1600/goinghome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SwxgsOVv-HI/AAAAAAAAA2k/cqEq_P8sHRk/s320/goinghome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407803565444954226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Going home!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Swxg0uMlmVI/AAAAAAAAA28/dkSqSiZsQnc/s1600/snugglinathome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Swxg0uMlmVI/AAAAAAAAA28/dkSqSiZsQnc/s320/snugglinathome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407803711435413842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Found a comfy spot on the couch at home&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Swxg0-Mb9lI/AAAAAAAAA3E/ob_QHZvhd8g/s1600/withgrandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Swxg0-Mb9lI/AAAAAAAAA3E/ob_QHZvhd8g/s320/withgrandma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407803715729749586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meeting Great-Grandma Shouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Swxgs6llJSI/AAAAAAAAA20/jzmhHc9LZOc/s1600/sleepyboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Swxgs6llJSI/AAAAAAAAA20/jzmhHc9LZOc/s320/sleepyboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407803577322513698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Told you he was perfect &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/703729226924968059-4840390450714851075?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/4840390450714851075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=4840390450714851075' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4840390450714851075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4840390450714851075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/11/bennett.html' title='Bennett'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Swxgrlk6OLI/AAAAAAAAA2U/v4jpq1UkhHE/s72-c/meetingsibs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-5905589665077447891</id><published>2009-11-23T23:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:10:23.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>About The Name</title><content type='html'>Well, as most of you know, Caleb and I deliberated long and hard over what to name our baby boy. We went into his birth on Tuesday still open-minded, but were pretty sure he would be named Bennett Isaiah. When that little face peeked over the drape, I smiled a huge smile because I saw my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bennett&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This name is incredibly special to us because of the meaning behind it. Growing up, I knew a little boy named Bennett, and one night when looking up name meanings on the computer I stumbled across it. Bennett means "blessed," and even though it wasn't at the top of Caleb's list at first, I knew in my heart that this would be our son's name. One of Caleb's favorite's name was Isaiah, which means "God is salvation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caring for 3 children age two and under (just for another two weeks now) is never something I would've imagined Caleb and I doing. Were I in charge, I probably would've spaced them a bit further apart, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt; that would've been more reasonable. I might have waited until we had a little more saved up, or until I felt a little more recovered from my first pregnancy. BUT...the Lord had other plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words I use to describe our family situation change hour-by-hour. Joyful, crazy, full of life, overwhelming...but I can sit down at the end of each day and label it with the same word: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt;. What an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;honor &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blessing&lt;/span&gt; to be charged with raising three (or more) beautiful little lives. I can honestly say I am humbled by the concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Bennett Isaiah it is. Our third perfect blessing from the Giver of good gifts. We are so thankful to Him for three healthy, precious babies and can't wait for the months and years ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-5905589665077447891?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/5905589665077447891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=5905589665077447891' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/5905589665077447891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/5905589665077447891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/11/about-name.html' title='About The Name'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-4414288369269058702</id><published>2009-11-23T23:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:49:31.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(just a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little &lt;/span&gt;late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SwtzGUT5Q9I/AAAAAAAAA2M/-sJbs47UQts/s1600/justborn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SwtzGUT5Q9I/AAAAAAAAA2M/-sJbs47UQts/s400/justborn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407542329956975570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bennett Isaiah Sieh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;born November 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;12:39pm&lt;br /&gt;7 lbs, 15 oz, 20 3/4 in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's perfect.&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/703729226924968059-4414288369269058702?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/4414288369269058702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=4414288369269058702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4414288369269058702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4414288369269058702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/11/announcing.html' title='Announcing...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SwtzGUT5Q9I/AAAAAAAAA2M/-sJbs47UQts/s72-c/justborn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-1687268506944271728</id><published>2009-11-15T21:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:28:45.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hedge Your Bets</title><content type='html'>Giving in, due to many (crazy) requests for a belly photo of myself. I am posting two, and also taking predictions for baby boy's stats. Here is some background information to couple with the photos that may or may not influence your bet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cameron was 7 lbs, 21.5 inches, and arrived 1 day early.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elly was 7 lbs, 10 oz, 21 inches, and arrived 1 week early.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This baby (boy) is predicted by the dr to be 9-10 lbs, and will arrive 3 days early.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They told me Cameron was going to be 9-10 lbs as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been measuring a little large for my dates for about 3 weeks now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm retaining water like a mad woman.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This past week, I've had the worst heartburn I've ever experienced.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surprisingly, I've gotten kicked in the ribs very few times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boys are (traditionally) bigger than girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They say babies get bigger each pregnancy... :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SwDF59T3LmI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Bhkjj1lpEpo/s1600/prego2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SwDF59T3LmI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Bhkjj1lpEpo/s320/prego2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404537152345681506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My attempt at a picture while I looked presentable.&lt;/span&gt;&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/_OAimV_djm-8/SwDF5ilt4wI/AAAAAAAAA18/ALRMDqjkiuQ/s1600/prego1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SwDF5ilt4wI/AAAAAAAAA18/ALRMDqjkiuQ/s320/prego1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404537145172812546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My true, natural state. 39.5 weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Two days away, my friends! Let the guessing begin! What do you think baby Sieh #3's stats will be?&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/703729226924968059-1687268506944271728?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/1687268506944271728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=1687268506944271728' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/1687268506944271728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/1687268506944271728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/11/hedge-your-bets.html' title='Hedge Your Bets'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SwDF59T3LmI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Bhkjj1lpEpo/s72-c/prego2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-4274547828392117551</id><published>2009-11-15T16:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T17:03:54.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Things About Elly</title><content type='html'>Following my &lt;a href="http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/11/favorite-things-about-cameron.html"&gt;post about Cameron&lt;/a&gt; yesterday, it's now the turn of the spicy-yet-sweet sister, the middle child, my precious Elly girl. Here are some of my favorite things about my only daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How with Elly, there's no time for anything less than 100%. As Cam learned to walk, it was a steady process. Once she learned to pull up, she went from standing, to walking, to trying to run in a matter of days. Until she hits her tired wall, she's go-go-go, nonstop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The way she loves to organize and put things away. I have a little helper in training with Miss Elly. Cam will dump out all his Hot Wheels or blocks, and she'll sit there for 20 minutes putting them all back in their proper slots. Cute and practical!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How much she adores her big brother. They reunite after naptime with a very long, serious hug...and if they're ever apart during the day for more than a few minutes, the reunion is so precious. She loves to tag along and antagonize, but I am convinced she mostly just wants to be near her beloved Cameron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pretty little girl things are Elly's favorite. She loves necklaces, bracelets, and shoes, and decking herself out in whatever she can find. She is already quite opinionated about which shoes she wears out of the house...I might have quite the case on my hands in the teenage years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love her pin-straight, baby soft hair and putting it in "pretties." Something I've always dreamed of doing, fixing my daughter's hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How she loves to play with babies. She burps them, feeds them bottles, lays them down for naps, and "shhh's" them to sleep. Nevermind the occasional grabbing the doll by the hair and dropping her from the chair...it's too cute to see her pretend to be Mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those beautiful, dark brown eyes. She is truly a gorgeous girl (and gets told that quite frequently!) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tired Elly loves to cuddle, and I love how she rests in our arms and rubs the silky side of her blanket against her chin and cheek. That thumb always finds its way into her mouth, too...probably won't be a fun habit to break :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The way she greets everyone she sees! Family, friends, and even strangers in the grocery store get a big, beaming smile, wave, and "HI!" from my precious one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The staring contests we have. I've talked before about "the look" she gives me when I give it to her. I am always in a battle with myself, trying not to laugh at those stern eyes and raised eyebrows, but knowing I need to be the winner of the contest. Such a girl... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How she loves to play hard. She needs her daily tickles/rough-housing! She loves getting chased and running away from her chaser with her head down like a speeding bullet! Elly just loves having fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SwCGpTNVoFI/AAAAAAAAA0U/o9x3hfzd-U0/s1600-h/ellymariahsieh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SwCGpTNVoFI/AAAAAAAAA0U/o9x3hfzd-U0/s320/ellymariahsieh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404467596933570642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SwCGp7UFldI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ZA_4j71xdUA/s1600-h/littlemissmuffet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SwCGp7UFldI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ZA_4j71xdUA/s320/littlemissmuffet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404467607699297746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;October 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SwCHSG82VcI/AAAAAAAAA08/4hT_336oZqs/s1600-h/snacksforelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SwCHSG82VcI/AAAAAAAAA08/4hT_336oZqs/s320/snacksforelly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404468298017822146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;March 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SwCIT11rWhI/AAAAAAAAA1k/xNGKpFeijb8/s1600-h/cheeeeeese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SwCIT11rWhI/AAAAAAAAA1k/xNGKpFeijb8/s320/cheeeeeese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404469427295705618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;November 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SwCITpIMmqI/AAAAAAAAA1c/_R4VVs9I8hw/s1600-h/daddylooney2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SwCITpIMmqI/AAAAAAAAA1c/_R4VVs9I8hw/s320/daddylooney2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404469423883721378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My precious baby girl.&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/703729226924968059-4274547828392117551?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/4274547828392117551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=4274547828392117551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4274547828392117551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4274547828392117551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/11/favorite-things-about-elly.html' title='Favorite Things About Elly'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SwCGpTNVoFI/AAAAAAAAA0U/o9x3hfzd-U0/s72-c/ellymariahsieh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-8731904997127109647</id><published>2009-11-14T13:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:11:52.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Things About Cameron</title><content type='html'>Okay...I got this idea from my friend Janel @ &lt;a href="http://www.team-sullivan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Team Sullivan&lt;/a&gt;. I thought her posts a couple weeks ago were so cute. She listed her favorite things about each of her two sweeties (who, may I add, are quite similar in age and personality to my own).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being we are adding #3 very shortly, I think it's the perfect time to point out some of the wonderful things that make my kids the delightful little people they are! So...here goes! My favorite things about my firstborn, my Bubbaloo, my Cameron-boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;His sweet, inquisitive personality. There is always something for Cameron to observe and retain. He is an excellent learner and quite a smart cookie. He is at the age where discoveries are everywhere, but I also think it's a big part of who he is.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;The way he treats his sister. Sure, they fight (quite a bit) like siblings do, but he approaches her with gentleness and love, just the way an older brother should. One of my first thoughts when I found out we were pregnant again was that the Lord simply wanted another child to be gifted with Cameron as a big brother. He's the best!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;How he loves his fruit and veggies, and will often choose to eat them over carbs and sweets (wish I could take credit for this trait). The only thing that might take precedence...M&amp;amp;M's. :)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Our cuddle time together after his nap. He needs that Mommy time, and I need it even more!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;His thankfulness for simple things. A snack, a cup of juice, a bright-colored leaf off the ground, or a tootsie roll in the van...he always has an, "OH, thank you, Mommy," just for me.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;The way he loves to sing and dance. I am not yet sick of his rendition of the ABCs, the Veggie Tales theme song, or Jesus Loves Me!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;How he mimics his parents (especially his Daddy). He comforts Elly just like Caleb does. I find him in the toyroom, hugging her and saying, "It's OK Looney, I am here." He plays the same games with her as his Daddy does, and in his pretend play, does all the things Daddy does too. He picks up some of my sayings, "Oh my goodness!" "Not quite yet, in a couple minutes." "Okey-dokey!" And uses them when appropriate :) Makes me watch what I say very closely...&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;His blonde hair and blue eyes. With darker hair in my family and Caleb's brown eyes and hair, I didn't think there was a genetic chance we'd have a blondie. We'll see in a couple days whether it happens again, but I sure love his sweet, fair-faced combo. I think his hair will darken eventually, but he and I will always share our blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;His creativity. He can take whatever toys are available and turn them into whatever he wants...a shoelace is a fishing pole, a straw is a Veggie Tale, two baby bottles are the bean head of a combine, etc. :)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;His sweet hugs and kisses, and precious little smile.&lt;br /&gt;They never fail to make my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sv8npDO6cVI/AAAAAAAAAzU/LjmaBlouXls/s1600-h/hmmm+merry+christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sv8npDO6cVI/AAAAAAAAAzU/LjmaBlouXls/s320/hmmm+merry+christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404081664063861074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;December 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sv8npdOxuLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/mPthzSZotno/s1600-h/bubblehawk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sv8npdOxuLI/AAAAAAAAAzc/mPthzSZotno/s320/bubblehawk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404081671042611378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;November 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sv8oaz2ePTI/AAAAAAAAAz0/c_dPJnMp7BI/s1600-h/x98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sv8oaz2ePTI/AAAAAAAAAz0/c_dPJnMp7BI/s320/x98.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404082518928276786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;December 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sv8npTEhmOI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Uji-KGbIJ2w/s1600-h/whatagoose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sv8npTEhmOI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Uji-KGbIJ2w/s320/whatagoose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404081668315257058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;June 2009&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/_OAimV_djm-8/Sv8pNgCFuCI/AAAAAAAAA0M/RDpBh4bB8rI/s1600-h/bubbaandmama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sv8pNgCFuCI/AAAAAAAAA0M/RDpBh4bB8rI/s320/bubbaandmama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404083389781620770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet, sweet boy.&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/703729226924968059-8731904997127109647?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/8731904997127109647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=8731904997127109647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8731904997127109647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8731904997127109647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/11/favorite-things-about-cameron.html' title='Favorite Things About Cameron'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sv8npDO6cVI/AAAAAAAAAzU/LjmaBlouXls/s72-c/hmmm+merry+christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-4243323388372013798</id><published>2009-11-14T10:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T12:21:54.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wimpy</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago, Caleb complimented me on being a very tough pregnant woman. The way I see it, there's really no choice but to be...I kinda got myself into the situation ;) I try not to complain about the routine aches and pains that go along with the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I graciously accepted his compliment, and tried to use his words to propel me to get the last bit of nesting done before baby boy arrives on Tuesday. I was on a good roll until a couple of days ago, when I started feeling sick. It started out as the sniffles and a scratchy throat, and quickly progressed to entire body aches and general exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, those of you who know how week 39 of pregnancy feels, add that to extra-sensitivity everywhere, and every step, twist, lift, and bend-down-and-pick-up-a-toy feels like the most difficult job imaginable. I am an uber-wimp when I have (whatever I have?) the aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I've accomplished almost NOTHING in the past couple days. I finally did the dishes today (lots of paper plates in the near future for this family!), and I will get baby boy's dresser organized during naps. I could swear he was coming any minute, the way I feel, but I think the pressure and cramping is just magnified by my being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this post is a thank you to my husband for being so very understanding and compassionate towards his largely lazy wife as I lay in a heap on the couch. He is so loving and affirming in the midst of it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday the 17th is the BIG DAY! Can't wait :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-4243323388372013798?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/4243323388372013798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=4243323388372013798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4243323388372013798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4243323388372013798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/11/wimpy.html' title='Wimpy'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-8949165678159268213</id><published>2009-11-06T16:44:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:38:53.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Bananas?</title><content type='html'>Yes, probably. Most days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post, however, isn't about what you think, (I bet). It's about actual, literal, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bananas&lt;/span&gt;. And my son. I don't know what is lacking in his diet (ummm, potassium?) but he's been asking for bananas all day, every day, for the past two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a little experiment and purchased nine bananas on Wednesday. Today (Friday evening) there are two left. Elly ate one. Caleb and I ate zero. He has been consuming these fruits at a rate of 2.5 per day for the past three days, and ate up the last batch I bought in about the same time frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants bananas for breakfast, lunch, snacks, and dinner. And tonight, in an attempt to use his dramatic skills to fool me, he said, "Mommy, you never give me 'bannas' [sigh]. Nope you don't." Right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam is a fan of all fruit, and has been known to pass up brownies, cookies, and ice cream for an apple, orange, or pear. He went through a stage (about when he turned 2) that he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;refused&lt;/span&gt; bananas for a few months. Guess he's making up for it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is extraordinarily random, but I had to document the banana obsession somewhere! And I must say, at $.29/pound this week, I can't complain about his indulgence of choice!! Love you, Bubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.medicalcravings.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/banana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 243px;" src="http://www.medicalcravings.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/banana.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from www.medicalcravings.com&lt;/span&gt;&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/703729226924968059-8949165678159268213?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/8949165678159268213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=8949165678159268213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8949165678159268213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8949165678159268213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/11/going-bananas.html' title='Going Bananas?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-5306675145834304396</id><published>2009-11-02T22:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:13:00.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Sonya!</title><content type='html'>My baby sister was born 17 years ago on Halloween. I still remember that year...it was pouring buckets outside and we weren't trick-or-treating due to the weather. We got the call that she was born and, instead, headed to the hospital to meet our sweet little baby Sonya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonya Renee was kind of like my little daughter, whether she wanted to be or not. I took full advantage of the 11 years between us and mothered her up and down, fixing her hair, fixing her meals and taking care of her like she was my own little bebe, loving every kiss and cuddle. Now, she has grown into a gorgeous young woman, beautiful both on the inside and the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get this post done on her actual birthday, but my brain was fried and my nose full of brown fuzz from &lt;a href="http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/11/bam-bam-pebbles.html"&gt;Bam Bam's costume&lt;/a&gt;. So, in continuing my often belated, always sincere birthday blog tradition, I want to tell you a little bit about my baby sis, Sonya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sonya is one of the nicest people I know. Rivaled only by my other sister (eek - don't know where I fit in - ha!), Sonya absolutely always gives the benefit of the doubt, takes the high road, and puts on a smile through the biggest bummers. She probably actually needs some sort of "kindness boundary bodyguard" to go ahead and be assertive when it's necessary. Hmmm, I might be good at that ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sonya has the most beautiful smile. Fantastic lips, teeth, everything. She lights up the room!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She has such a tender heart toward animals. It is no coincidence that as Sonya grew up, my family got closer and closer to having an indoor cat. First, it was in the garage, then, inside part of the time, and now Sonya's cat, Sugar, is one of the family. She comes over simply to pet and cuddle my farm cats because she knows they need TLC from somewhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She can play all sorts of sports, and is much more coordinated than I. She is a pretty great hurdler in track. I am so proud of her for even jumping one hurdle...something I've never been able to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sonya is incredibly talented! She's a fantastic singer, actress, pianist, and saxophone player. She truly enjoys and excels in all these areas. She's also a very good artist - I always request homemade gifts from her for Christmas because she is so creative and the things she comes up with are precious to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She makes me laugh, all the time. We're just on the same wavelength. It might be scary to some people - we just get each other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She can sing almost any Veggie Tales song from any video (one of the staples of her childhood). She amazes Cameron and Elly by singing along with the episodes they watch. They think she's pretty cool. She also cuddles, reads, plays games, and sits on the floor with the kids anytime she can. It's all about the babies when "Auntie Sonna" is around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Probably a symptom of being the youngest of 4 kids, Sonya has learned to "go with the flow." She is laid back in situations where I am freaking out. She's up for anything. I admire these traits very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sonya is a snuggler and a cuddler! Caleb always laughs because when Sonya is over, my spot on the couch next to Caleb is always stolen. She loves to hug and gives the very best of them!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She loves Jesus, and sees people with His eyes. She has such a tender heart and I love watching her grow more and more each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's truly a blessing to have you as my baby sister, Sonya. Wherever you go, you bring joy! I love you so much and I'm so proud of the woman you are. HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&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/_OAimV_djm-8/SvHtw9B3nKI/AAAAAAAAAy8/zG_RLbytQUw/s1600-h/momandson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SvHtw9B3nKI/AAAAAAAAAy8/zG_RLbytQUw/s320/momandson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400358853465840802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sonya and me. August 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SvHtwvkjzJI/AAAAAAAAAys/kFDgTWNc_8U/s1600-h/wontonandells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SvHtwvkjzJI/AAAAAAAAAys/kFDgTWNc_8U/s320/wontonandells.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400358849853246610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ells and Auntie Sonna. August 2009.&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/703729226924968059-5306675145834304396?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/5306675145834304396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=5306675145834304396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/5306675145834304396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/5306675145834304396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-sonya.html' title='Happy Birthday, Sonya!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SvHtw9B3nKI/AAAAAAAAAy8/zG_RLbytQUw/s72-c/momandson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-6693509487483359102</id><published>2009-11-02T22:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:16:54.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trunk Or Treat</title><content type='html'>Our church here in Iowa had a "Trunk or Treat" party on Halloween for the kids this year. Cam and Elly dressed up as Bam Bam and Pebbles, and Caleb decked out our trunk in prehistoric style, complete with a volcano that erupted orange foam :) The family with the winning trunk got a Wii! The kids had a blast and it was so precious to see all of them dressed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from the day:&lt;br /&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/_OAimV_djm-8/Su-syoB0MpI/AAAAAAAAAyM/lyiuYyRZ5J8/s1600-h/harvest2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Su-syoB0MpI/AAAAAAAAAyM/lyiuYyRZ5J8/s320/harvest2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399724463978984082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not trying to chew on the costume. Just giving Halloween love :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Su-sya_KjyI/AAAAAAAAAyE/_JlOtNihZR8/s1600-h/harvest1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Su-sya_KjyI/AAAAAAAAAyE/_JlOtNihZR8/s320/harvest1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399724460478205730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dressed up cousins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jocelyn the Princess and Malachi the Tool Man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Su-rlEAPvnI/AAAAAAAAAx8/5_5iPI5Et48/s1600-h/harvest5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Su-rlEAPvnI/AAAAAAAAAx8/5_5iPI5Et48/s320/harvest5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399723131458797170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our trunk! We got third place :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Su-rk_W5iWI/AAAAAAAAAx0/07AK3b4Y5Ek/s1600-h/harvest4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Su-rk_W5iWI/AAAAAAAAAx0/07AK3b4Y5Ek/s320/harvest4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399723130211633506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Showing off those HUGE muscles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Su-rkQabavI/AAAAAAAAAxs/qMccu0ydzTE/s1600-h/harvest3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Su-rkQabavI/AAAAAAAAAxs/qMccu0ydzTE/s320/harvest3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399723117609970418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cam putting the moves on Garden Fairy Leila! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So sweet.&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/703729226924968059-6693509487483359102?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/6693509487483359102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=6693509487483359102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/6693509487483359102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/6693509487483359102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/11/trunk-or-treat.html' title='Trunk Or Treat'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Su-syoB0MpI/AAAAAAAAAyM/lyiuYyRZ5J8/s72-c/harvest2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-3089485154354144768</id><published>2009-11-01T00:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T00:17:10.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bam Bam &amp; Pebbles</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween, everyone! Cameron and Elly were Bam Bam and Pebbles this year for the church's Harvest Party. They were the CUTEST. Just look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Su0Zqyls6BI/AAAAAAAAAxU/JHVOK96-RHQ/s1600-h/costumes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Su0Zqyls6BI/AAAAAAAAAxU/JHVOK96-RHQ/s400/costumes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398999751212197906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also my sister's birthday today. Happy Birthday, Sonya! More about both of these topics tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-3089485154354144768?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/3089485154354144768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=3089485154354144768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/3089485154354144768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/3089485154354144768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/11/bam-bam-pebbles.html' title='Bam Bam &amp; Pebbles'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Su0Zqyls6BI/AAAAAAAAAxU/JHVOK96-RHQ/s72-c/costumes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-2803643775527336453</id><published>2009-10-30T13:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:04:34.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Like A First-Born</title><content type='html'>Caleb had the day off Wednesday, and we spent a wonderful evening as a family eating homemade waffles, playing "picnic" complete with pretend strawberries, peanut butter sandwiches, ice cream, and grapes, and finishing off the night with Daddy playing "Tiger" with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the tiger chases Cam and Elly around the corner, then runs away and hides. When Cam and Elly can muster up the courage to come looking for him, he jumps out from behind a new hiding place and scares the giggles out of them. They run away squealing and the process begins again. I watch :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so funny to see our kids' personalities shine while they play this favorite game with Daddy. I have a great vantage point, sitting in the rocking chair and watching them whisper and laugh in the kitchen while they try to get the gumption to come back into the "danger zone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elly is always the first to test the waters - and won't run away until she gives a tackle and a hug of her own to the tiger. Cameron follows tentatively behind, sometimes turning around and running away before he even sees Caleb because the anticipation is just too much for him to handle. Cam is whispering to Elly "OK, let's go!" Then, he walks behind her, pushing her along, ever-so-gently nudging her to be the first one through the doorway...the sacrificial lamb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had so many screams and laughs playing rough with Daddy!! After the they crashed into bed, Caleb and I laughed as we thought back to playing similar games with our dads growing up. He said that his oldest brother Ryan was so similar to Cameron - he'd devise a plan, then send the two younger ones to execute it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, the oldest sister, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clearly&lt;/span&gt; remember being the planner - ahem - the boss is probably more accurate - and sending Laura and Jay into the fire first while I played cleanup. It was always, "You distract Dad, I'll get the ball," or whatever. Basically, they were the ones who faced the first tackle, tickle, or scare. I stayed safely in the background! Some big sister, huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this say about us first-borns? Is it innate in our personalities? Are we planners? Organizers? Bossy? Smart? Scaredy-cats? Whatever it is, Cam has what I had. Elly has a whole lot of Caleb...with a little bit of Beichley mixed in, too. I so love just watching my babies' personalities blossom. They each have such unique and precious gifts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-2803643775527336453?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/2803643775527336453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=2803643775527336453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/2803643775527336453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/2803643775527336453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/10/think-like-first-born.html' title='Think Like A First-Born'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-2820271895823582120</id><published>2009-10-30T13:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:50:32.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo To You, H1N1</title><content type='html'>Had my [now weekly] OB appointment yesterday. As expected, despite my cramping and attempt to be very active, I am not dilating one bit. My babies like to stay nice and cozy until their appointed arrival times :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything looks good, and I even got a bit of [you couldn't have made my day better] good news - I lost two pounds! I won't disclose my weight, but let's just say I'm approaching a milestone - a number - that I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no business&lt;/span&gt; hitting. So to hear I had avoided inching closer made me a jolly soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;However&lt;/span&gt;, I also received some [dangerous for an emotional pregnant mom] news. Following suit with most hospitals around the country, Covenant is restricting the maternity ward to visitors 15 and older to reduce the risk of spreading H1N1. This means NO CAMERON AND ELLY. No big sibs meeting baby brother in the hospital. No hugs for Mommy after surgery. No kisses. No visits...for an entire c-section recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong, I truly appreciate the efforts of the hospital to stop the spread of disease. I'm thankful that itsy-bitsy, super-susceptible babes won't be at risk. But my heart is sad because my older two kids are still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;babies&lt;/span&gt;. Thankfully, they don't totally "get" the process, so it's not as heartbreaking as it might be for, say, an 8- or 9-year-old. Honestly, I think with Grandma at home with them, and Daddy around most of the time too (hospital is only 20 minutes away), they'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll be fine, and the baby won't know the difference. But you know who will? You know who hasn't been away from either child for more than 2 days? Me. Mommy. Emotional basketcase Michelle. I need them. We all got our H1N1 vaccine because I couldn't bear the thought of all 4 of us sick. And now...this. We'll make it, but it kinda puts a damper on the whole event for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a hugely happy homecoming, then, and perhaps a LOT MORE REST than anticipated during my hospital stay!!&lt;br /&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/_OAimV_djm-8/Sus0UTcx9PI/AAAAAAAAAxE/vlpkLKUcqpY/s1600-h/veggies.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sus0UTcx9PI/AAAAAAAAAxE/vlpkLKUcqpY/s320/veggies.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398466101756687602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cam enjoying his Veggie Tales beanie babies after H1N1 shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grandma B (my Mom) gave us our shots, and brought fun band-aids and stickers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great-Grandma (my Grandma) heard the shots were happening and graciously supplied us with this post-trauma therapy. He truly forgot all about the shot! Elly played with her band-aid :)&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/703729226924968059-2820271895823582120?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/2820271895823582120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=2820271895823582120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/2820271895823582120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/2820271895823582120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/10/boo-to-you-h1n1.html' title='Boo To You, H1N1'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sus0UTcx9PI/AAAAAAAAAxE/vlpkLKUcqpY/s72-c/veggies.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-400188861835272436</id><published>2009-10-22T21:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:33:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Petty Things</title><content type='html'>Quite a few people have asked me if I miss living in Minnesota. There are definitely things I miss, of course the family and friends we have up north are by far what I miss the most. But...other than that...when I think really hard about it, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can &lt;/span&gt;generate a list. It's slightly amusing, things that make me say, "Aw, man, I miss that," but things that are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;silly when it comes down to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being surrounded by family, relying on the Lord, living on love...these are things that came with us to Iowa. We are so supported here by our church, friends, and family that I feel a little guilty talking about the simple things I miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, some of them must be shared...you might really appreciate them if you currently are or have at one time been a resident of the Land of Lakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Petty Things I Miss About Minnesota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The news anchors. Can't get used to the ones in Iowa, most are different than what I grew up with. I love me some Channel 4 Amelia Santinello and Frank Vascelero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No sales tax on clothes. Makes for some outstanding baby bargains. (Plus winter coats, boots, hats, etc.) Seriously...I think every state should adopt this fantastic concept. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Multi-Grain Bread @ Cub Foods. Store brand...there is NOTHING better. And, it's only $1.85! Man, I do miss that bread (although any avenue of carb elimination at this point is a good thing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Living approximately 2 miles from Target, in ANY direction. I know. A bit out of control. And I only live 20 minutes from a Target now. A little spoiled I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;None of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.uoguelph.ca/research/apps/news/photos/large/lady_beetles.jpg"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Holy cow, it's a plague.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stores that double coupons. Regular prices are a bit lower here in Iowa, but with all the grocery competition in MN, everyone was vying for business with great prices. AND, stores that doubled coupons (and price matched) allowed me to get groceries on the cheap - strike that - the ridiculously cheap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As of right now, I miss my husband working only 30 minutes away!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.uoguelph.ca/research/apps/news/photos/large/lady_beetles.jpg"&gt;Chipotle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Pregnant Michelle loves Chipotle. Didn't go there all the time, but just knowing it was there was some kind of high-sodium comfort to me...hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could think hard and generate more - but just in case you were curious, these are the little things I miss. The big things...we've definitely got covered right where we're at. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-400188861835272436?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/400188861835272436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=400188861835272436' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/400188861835272436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/400188861835272436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-petty-things.html' title='Just Petty Things'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-1868666762608858430</id><published>2009-10-15T21:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:48:26.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Randoms - Completely Unrelated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1 -&lt;/span&gt; I visited the doctor today, and among other things, he said that baby is on the "high side" of 5 pounds. If babies gain about a pound per week in the final month - and they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; - that means our little meatball will be pushing 10 pounds at birth! Suddenly quite thankful for a c-section... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.widdlytinks.com/pregnancy/pregnancy-tickers/pregnancyticker.swf" flashvars="t1=baby sieh #3 - arriving NO LATER THAN november 17!!!&amp;amp;b=1&amp;amp;c=0x99CCFF&amp;amp;f=22&amp;amp;y=2009&amp;amp;m=11&amp;amp;d=17" quality="high" wmode="transparent" name="Pregnancy Ticker" allowscriptaccess="samedomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="430" align="middle" height="115"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.widdlytinks.com/"&gt;Pregnancy Tickers from WiddlyTinks.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2 -&lt;/span&gt; These are back in stores. Black Pepper Jack Doritos, my favorite!! Cannot.Stop.Consuming. Why don't we just call Junior an even 11 lbs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.snacks.com/.a/6a00e55427338188330120a588a685970b-200wi"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 294px;" src="http://www.snacks.com/.a/6a00e55427338188330120a588a685970b-200wi" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Related, you say? You mean, I could be growing my baby to gargantuan proportions via my diet of spice- and preservative-laden tortilla chips and Almond M&amp;amp;M's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. He's just a big baby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-1868666762608858430?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/1868666762608858430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=1868666762608858430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/1868666762608858430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/1868666762608858430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-randoms-completely-unrelated.html' title='Two Randoms - Completely Unrelated'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-9110160424234529919</id><published>2009-10-14T23:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:24:25.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's High Time...</title><content type='html'>For some pics of the sweetest babies around! My goodness, how did you all survive so long without a dose of Cameron and Elly??! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Stai_DrGQTI/AAAAAAAAAwc/CwG2HiW6ak0/s1600-h/zfarm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Stai_DrGQTI/AAAAAAAAAwc/CwG2HiW6ak0/s320/zfarm2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392676808024277298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Made 'em pose for a pic before heading outside&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were relieved to have a day of sunshine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Stai_j0Z8YI/AAAAAAAAAwk/T37N_WiWFrU/s1600-h/zfarm4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Stai_j0Z8YI/AAAAAAAAAwk/T37N_WiWFrU/s320/zfarm4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392676816653250946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cousin Jocelyn left us her four-wheeler!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Stai_7r29KI/AAAAAAAAAws/J9q43IWDDg4/s1600-h/zfarm5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Stai_7r29KI/AAAAAAAAAws/J9q43IWDDg4/s320/zfarm5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392676823059854498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It took a few days, but Elly now loves the kitties&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/StajAjywKxI/AAAAAAAAAw0/gq0npFlzdtQ/s1600-h/zfarm6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/StajAjywKxI/AAAAAAAAAw0/gq0npFlzdtQ/s320/zfarm6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392676833826188050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And Cam loves all the wide open space to run...and run...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/StajAwCE5sI/AAAAAAAAAw8/GAzOjSGgAWI/s1600-h/zfarm7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/StajAwCE5sI/AAAAAAAAAw8/GAzOjSGgAWI/s320/zfarm7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392676837111686850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just ask him, he'll tell you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dis my NEW house! I WUV my new house!"&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/703729226924968059-9110160424234529919?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/9110160424234529919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=9110160424234529919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/9110160424234529919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/9110160424234529919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-high-time.html' title='It&apos;s High Time...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Stai_DrGQTI/AAAAAAAAAwc/CwG2HiW6ak0/s72-c/zfarm2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-3766765967815172240</id><published>2009-10-14T22:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:16:40.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice Of Truth</title><content type='html'>Those of you who know me well will smile at the fact that I had a GOOD cry today...in my van...outside the Grundy County courthouse...while listening to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KwsvqVmFV6Y"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these lyrics. The Lord literally poured them into my heart today when I needed them most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voice of Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Casting Crowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, what I would do to have&lt;br /&gt;The kind of faith it takes&lt;br /&gt;To climb out of this boat I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Onto the crashing waves.&lt;br /&gt;To step out of my comfort zone&lt;br /&gt;Into the realm of the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Where Jesus is,&lt;br /&gt;And he's holding out His hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the waves are calling out my name&lt;br /&gt;and they laugh at me,&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me of all the times&lt;br /&gt;I've tried before and failed.&lt;br /&gt;The waves they keep on telling me&lt;br /&gt;time and time again&lt;br /&gt;"Boy, you'll never win,&lt;br /&gt;you'll never win."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Voice of truth tells me a different story,&lt;br /&gt;The Voice of truth says "Do not be afraid!"&lt;br /&gt;And the Voice of truth says "This is for My glory!"&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the voices calling out to me&lt;br /&gt;I will choose to listen and believe the Voice of truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what I would do&lt;br /&gt;to have the kind of strength it takes&lt;br /&gt;To stand before a giant&lt;br /&gt;with just a sling and a stone.&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by the sound&lt;br /&gt;of a thousand warriors&lt;br /&gt;shaking in their armor,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing they'd have had the strength to stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the giant's calling out&lt;br /&gt;my name and he laughs at me,&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me of all the times&lt;br /&gt;I've tried before and failed.&lt;br /&gt;The giant keeps on telling me&lt;br /&gt;time and time again&lt;br /&gt;"Boy you'll never win,&lt;br /&gt;you'll never win."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Voice of truth tells me a different story,&lt;br /&gt;The Voice of truth says "Do not be afraid!"&lt;br /&gt;And the Voice of truth says "This is for My glory!"&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the voices calling out to me,&lt;br /&gt;I will choose to listen and believe the Voice of truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the stone was just the right size&lt;br /&gt;to put the giant on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;and the waves they don't seem so high&lt;br /&gt;from on top of them looking down.&lt;br /&gt;I will soar with the wings of eagles&lt;br /&gt;when I stop and listen to the sound of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;singing in all of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Voice of truth tells me a different story ,&lt;br /&gt;The Voice of truth says "Do not be afraid!"&lt;br /&gt;And the Voice of truth says "This is for my glory!"&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the voices calling out to me,&lt;br /&gt;I will choose to listen and believe&lt;br /&gt;I will choose to listen and believe the Voice of truth.&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/703729226924968059-3766765967815172240?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/3766765967815172240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=3766765967815172240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/3766765967815172240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/3766765967815172240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/10/voice-of-truth.html' title='Voice Of Truth'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-1945231395846481145</id><published>2009-10-12T12:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:27:51.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidbits</title><content type='html'>It's still hard for me to organize my thoughts in paragraph form (combo of the move and severe pregnancy brain), so I'm going to do my best to summarize our update in little blurbs. Tidbits, if you will :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number one most important...the kids are adjusting SO well. We had a couple rough nights of sleep, along with one Mommy meltdown-inducing comment from my son, "I want my OLD house," but they are doing great now! Cameron loves his new house and has to show every visitor his "new" room - decorated just like his old one (MN Twins), but this one came pre-carpeted in RED. He thinks it's pretty awesome. I'll take pictures of the rooms and post sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now the owner/aquire-ee of anywhere from 8-11 farm cats. I grew up with cats, and anyone who knows me knows I am not their biggest fan. There is (as of last night, sad highway accident) only one mother cat and 9 babies. The little ones sure are cute, and the word is they keep the house mouse-free come combine time. We're not friends, but we are allies. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb is currently commuting 1 hour and 15 minutes ONE-WAY to work. It has been rough on everyone, but we're trying our best to pray through it and be patient for whatever God's will is in this time of transition. Still incredibly thankful for employment and health insurance for our little ones. Thank you, Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a doctor here in Iowa, a doctor who a couple friends from church have gone to and liked a lot. The practice itself was also highly recommended, so I'm feeling at ease about this area of life. the C-SECTION IS SCHEDULED for November 17 at noon, so the countdown is ON! Coming up on only a month left, and my nesting is in hyperdrive. Not such a bad thing when there is still a bit of unpacking to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby boy name choices have been significantly narrowed. We're close. That's all you get to know about that one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents, Caleb's parents, Caleb's brother Eric and his family, and our friends from church have been such a blessing as we transition. The kids are in seventh heaven with all the family to play with. On Saturday, Cameron got to go on a 4-wheeler ride with Papa (Caleb's dad), and plans are in the works for him to ride in the combine with Grandpa (my dad). Being close to family is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished paying our last round of utility bills for the Minnesota house today, so I'm starting to get a grip on what will be our regular bill-paying routine. This is super important for me - it makes me feel much better to have it all ironed out before the baby comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving being "home," that is, where I grew up, right around harvest time. There is just something about the [exceedingly, lately] crisp air, the crops coming out of the fields, and the crunch of leaves under your feet that isn't the same in the city. It smells like cross country outside to me - also a product of my upbringing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...what have I left out? A lot, I'm sure. Cameron had one day of accidents, but hasn't since regressed on his potty training - PTL!! Elly has so much going on in that little brain, but refuses to talk - she basically just nods and mumbles to express herself. I know she could talk...but she won't until &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;decides it's time. For now, we're hearing "dada," "ball," "car," and the occasional "mama." Lil' stinker! Lots of kisses and cuddles though, which I'll take any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss a few things about Minnesota. Namely our wonderful friends and the cross country team. It's hard to be away from them. But the Lord has kept us connected in many ways, and I know we're here for a reason. Not just "oh, we moved back, so we'll settle in," but a God-inspired reason. Praying in anticipation as He continues to reveal His plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all SO MUCH for your prayers, well-wishes, and help before, during, and after the move. Every single act - tangible, emotional, whatever - is greatly appreciated!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-1945231395846481145?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/1945231395846481145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=1945231395846481145' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/1945231395846481145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/1945231395846481145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/10/tidbits.html' title='Tidbits'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-4398296744113416139</id><published>2009-10-09T13:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:55:18.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Acres</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Green Acres Theme Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Vic Mizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Acres is the place for me!&lt;br /&gt;Farm livin' is the life for me!&lt;br /&gt;Land spreadin' out so far and wide&lt;br /&gt;Keep Manhattan, just give me that countryside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York is where I'd rather stay!&lt;br /&gt;I get allergic smelling hay!&lt;br /&gt;I just adore a penthouse view.&lt;br /&gt;Dah-ling I love you but give me Park Avenue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...The chores!&lt;br /&gt;...The stores!&lt;br /&gt;...Fresh air!&lt;br /&gt;...Times Square!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my wife.&lt;br /&gt;Good bye, city life!&lt;br /&gt;Green Acres we are there!!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Ss-FaJ1iQxI/AAAAAAAAAwU/E-C4JoaUM0M/s1600-h/greenacres1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Ss-FaJ1iQxI/AAAAAAAAAwU/E-C4JoaUM0M/s320/greenacres1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390673963349328658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back, blogging friends! How I've missed you!&lt;br /&gt;More updates to come soon!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-4398296744113416139?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/4398296744113416139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=4398296744113416139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4398296744113416139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4398296744113416139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/10/green-acres.html' title='Green Acres'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Ss-FaJ1iQxI/AAAAAAAAAwU/E-C4JoaUM0M/s72-c/greenacres1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-6232098998027423688</id><published>2009-09-11T20:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T20:18:58.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugbites, Watermelon, And Talking Cucumbers</title><content type='html'>Here is a collection of a few random thoughts for the day. Cam and Elly napped for 2.5 and 3 hours, respectively, today, so I got a TON of packing done (someone out there is praying for me) and also had a little time for just myself and my ticking brain. Here's what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I don't believe I've ever really known the meaning of "a dirty bathroom" until I had a toddler boy trying to learn to potty while standing up. Fire hose - yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...My least favorite place in the world to have a bugbite is on my FEET. And I have 5. My normally puffy pregnant feet are now red and allergically swollen as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm 30 weeks pregnant today, and I'm guaranteed to go by at least 39. That's not much time, people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I am really, really loving my daughter's desire to play "dress up" right now. She loves necklaces, bracelets, hats, crowns, shoes...you name it. I have visions of a little chest of play clothes and accessories for her Christmas gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Totally unbiased ;), I think my son is one of the smartest 2.5-year-olds out there. His memory is astounding - definitely better than his mommy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...We went to the grocery store today, and I prayed over the watermelon I chose - that it would be juicy and delicious! I laughed at myself, but I know God cares about the little things...and it drives me bonkers to spend $5 on a dud. I really prayed over a watermelon...and it turned out to be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fantastic &lt;/span&gt;choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...While packing today, I found a birthday card (I think from '95) from my Grandpa Beichley - he met Jesus in 1996. On the back he told me how excited he was to see me in my high school activities, and said "Keep being a friend to young and old, and you'll come out shining like a rose." Had a good cry mid-pack. I love you, Grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I have developed an extreme fondness for "Bob the Mato" and "Larry the Newcumber," and how much my kids enjoy them. Veggie Tales (recorded from Saturday morning TV) have been a godsend this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...We're moving in 4 days. Should I be blogging? Probably not... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-6232098998027423688?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/6232098998027423688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=6232098998027423688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/6232098998027423688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/6232098998027423688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/09/random.html' title='Bugbites, Watermelon, And Talking Cucumbers'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-256197948004128084</id><published>2009-09-09T20:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:24:23.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blingin'</title><content type='html'>It really pays to have a husband in the jewelry biz. Take a look for yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SqhRhyfA9YI/AAAAAAAAAwM/u06plCD0HWo/s1600-h/blingin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SqhRhyfA9YI/AAAAAAAAAwM/u06plCD0HWo/s320/blingin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379639395823449474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't my brand-new, 2 carat, brilliant round-cut diamond solitaire to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;die &lt;/span&gt;for?? He just thought, being pregnant and all, I deserved it! Ah, what to do? I guess I'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;, the diamond isn't real, and you better believe that if my dear one ever, ever purchased anything like this for me, even with his discount, I'd flip my lid and (likely) immediately give birth to this child. I LOVE, love my wedding ring (which he designed prior to his Kay Jewelers days), and I never want it bigger, different, nothing. However, the woes of 3 back-to-back pregnancies are taking a toll on my fingers - swelling them to gargantuan proportions and making it impossible (for a few months now) to wear my actual ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give in and get it sized, you say? Not just yet. It's great motivation to get back in action after the babies are born...plus, it feels like like I got a new ring every time I can start wearing it again! Perhaps a sizing will need to take place, but I won't do it mid-pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'd been wearing a ring Caleb got me in high school (a sweet, little 1/1o carat - size doesn't matter to me), and even that was getting a little snug. So, he surprised me today and came up with this combo - a band that came with a private order for a custom ring (and was not needed), and a 2-carat cubic zirconia (slightly chipped) from the display case at the store. It normally would've been thrown away, but Caleb knows a private jeweler in the area who he's built a good relationship with. The jeweler hid the chip under a prong, and produced this (very) real-looking creation for SIX dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't complain too much for $6, right? You can't even get a turn-your-finger-green-special for that price! He got down on one knee *blush* this afternoon, handed me this ring, and asked me if I'd move our family to Iowa with him. I was having doubts (KIDDING), but the bling pushed me over the edge ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb had to add that - had my ring been real (the band is real white gold) - a flawless, 2-carat diamond plus band, it would've cost around $70,000. Really???! It's pretty, but I don't understand how someone could spend that much on a diamond!! I'm even afraid of losing this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I don't have to endure the looks I got when off grocery shopping with my two youngsters, pregnant belly, and no ring on the finger. Now I think I'll get looks, but they might be of a different variety...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, babe! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-256197948004128084?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/256197948004128084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=256197948004128084' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/256197948004128084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/256197948004128084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/09/blingin.html' title='Blingin&apos;'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SqhRhyfA9YI/AAAAAAAAAwM/u06plCD0HWo/s72-c/blingin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-7034400719889233221</id><published>2009-09-07T15:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:29:08.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Days On The Deck</title><content type='html'>Sorry my posts have been heavy on pictures/light on text lately...I can't seem to crank anything out of my brain. Today the kids were up early from naps, so we went out to the deck for (probably) one of the last times up here in Minnesota!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We blew bubbles, danced, played basketball and tried our darndest to get a good picture...we got a few keepers :) It's a gorgeous day up here, we plan on grilling later tonight. Hope you're all enjoying your Labor Days!&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/_OAimV_djm-8/SqVsRWooCRI/AAAAAAAAAv0/wZDFTmXGhr0/s1600-h/saycheeeese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SqVsRWooCRI/AAAAAAAAAv0/wZDFTmXGhr0/s320/saycheeeese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378824375353477394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elly got really into saying "CHEEEESE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SqVsQ5ifdnI/AAAAAAAAAvs/-_ll0AolO1w/s1600-h/betchacantmakemelook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SqVsQ5ifdnI/AAAAAAAAAvs/-_ll0AolO1w/s320/betchacantmakemelook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378824367543121522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who can get my son to look at the camera?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll give you a prize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SqVsRuzHobI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ViT-Q5ot_OE/s1600-h/nowwescream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SqVsRuzHobI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ViT-Q5ot_OE/s320/nowwescream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378824381839942066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now (apparently) it's time to scream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SqVsR1JpGmI/AAAAAAAAAwE/ckmK8MXeO84/s1600-h/bringitonboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SqVsR1JpGmI/AAAAAAAAAwE/ckmK8MXeO84/s320/bringitonboys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378824383545023074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bring it on, boys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll school ya in a game of one-on-one!&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/703729226924968059-7034400719889233221?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/7034400719889233221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=7034400719889233221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/7034400719889233221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/7034400719889233221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-days-on-deck.html' title='Last Days On The Deck'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SqVsRWooCRI/AAAAAAAAAv0/wZDFTmXGhr0/s72-c/saycheeeese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-31082520041693905</id><published>2009-09-06T16:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T16:11:21.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All-Star Aunties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SqQjn5Cqt9I/AAAAAAAAAvU/7r9tM6pNkMU/s1600-h/thegirliesBW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SqQjn5Cqt9I/AAAAAAAAAvU/7r9tM6pNkMU/s400/thegirliesBW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378463023221094354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I posted a &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SpSsdKWnYUI/AAAAAAAAAtA/ccQFM-nHn1k/s1600-h/unclejay.jpg"&gt;pic&lt;/a&gt; a few days ago of Uncle Jay having special time with Cam - well, last weekend, both my sisters came up (as well as my parents) and got to have special time with both Cam and Elly! There is just something so special about a girl&lt;br /&gt;and her aunties!&lt;/span&gt;&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/_OAimV_djm-8/SqQjswau7ZI/AAAAAAAAAvc/ca2VNvMFBlE/s1600-h/workintherunway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SqQjswau7ZI/AAAAAAAAAvc/ca2VNvMFBlE/s320/workintherunway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378463106805460370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elly is a smart girl. She took her time, worked the crowd of relatives and promptly charmed everyone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Not that it takes too much...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SqQjtexwCsI/AAAAAAAAAvk/FBoe42aUyYg/s1600-h/wontonteachingelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SqQjtexwCsI/AAAAAAAAAvk/FBoe42aUyYg/s320/wontonteachingelly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378463119250033346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Auntie Laura taught Cameron (at a young age) how to make "raspberries" with his lips. Thanks to Auntie Sonya, Elly now knows how, too. Yep, THANKS, Auntie Sonya ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Uncle Jay came down on Saturday, too, and we enjoyed a relaxing day together with Papa Murphy's Pizza (Cowboy, please) to finish the day! It was great to see everyone! We missed Uncle Brett (Laura's husband), as he had to stay in Kansas City and work. The kids had a blast being the center of attention and getting lots of extra cuddles from everyone. Looking forward to the next Beichley get-together!!&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/703729226924968059-31082520041693905?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/31082520041693905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=31082520041693905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/31082520041693905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/31082520041693905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-star-aunties.html' title='All-Star Aunties'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SqQjn5Cqt9I/AAAAAAAAAvU/7r9tM6pNkMU/s72-c/thegirliesBW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-3537328897466577431</id><published>2009-09-02T22:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:08:50.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Fun</title><content type='html'>Our family headed off to the MN State Fair on Monday, and I got to thinking...one of my &lt;a href="http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2008/08/babies-first-fair.html"&gt;first posts ever on this blog&lt;/a&gt; described our trip to the great Minnesota get-together in 2008! My, how time has flown by since then...and how we all have changed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was absolutely perfect, around 75 degrees with a little breeze. The kids were SO excited, although Cam kept asking to see the dinosaurs...not sure what he was expecting. He was thoroughly thrilled with the livestock, though, and lit up like a Christmas tree when he got around the animals! The boy has agriculture in his blood!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chowed down on a footlong hot dog (Cam's choice), a giant turkey leg (my choice), a giant pickle (Elly's &amp;amp; my demand), cheese curds (Caleb's) and finished it all off with unlimited milk at the Dairy Tent for $1 and our FIRST-EVER Sweet Martha's chocolate chip cookies! YUM. The turkey leg really hit the spot, but my favorite treat of the day was the 2...er...3-4 cups of ice cold milk I had at the Dairy Tent. So cold and wonderful and just what I needed. I was grossing Caleb out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun family day at the fair! Note: last year I mentioned Caleb was not too excited to attend the festivities...well, this year, he was leading the charge! Hallelujah for fair conversions :)&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/_OAimV_djm-8/Sp8-DUnutZI/AAAAAAAAAvM/DNxt34jdM_Q/s1600-h/statefair1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sp8-DUnutZI/AAAAAAAAAvM/DNxt34jdM_Q/s320/statefair1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377084706899539346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All dressed in our Twins gear and ready for the fair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sp8-C9ZzoVI/AAAAAAAAAvE/R85_PtIbPEk/s1600-h/statefair2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sp8-C9ZzoVI/AAAAAAAAAvE/R85_PtIbPEk/s320/statefair2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377084700667126098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cam LOVED the tractors. Elly was not so amused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sp8-Ci3bIFI/AAAAAAAAAu8/w0OXkN8qK7c/s1600-h/statefair3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sp8-Ci3bIFI/AAAAAAAAAu8/w0OXkN8qK7c/s320/statefair3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377084693543592018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If we put our heads together, maybe we can figure out&lt;br /&gt;how to drive it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(There's something about this picture that I just love!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sp8-CJRfpAI/AAAAAAAAAu0/QW6Mz6Wgk6Q/s1600-h/statefair4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sp8-CJRfpAI/AAAAAAAAAu0/QW6Mz6Wgk6Q/s320/statefair4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377084686673617922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cam was a little disappointed when it was time to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sp8962EEn1I/AAAAAAAAAus/F7Sqx3oiqaU/s1600-h/statefair5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sp8962EEn1I/AAAAAAAAAus/F7Sqx3oiqaU/s320/statefair5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377084561257963346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cam got to be a "little farm hand" and feed pretend cows and chickens, collect eggs, plant seeds and harvest vegetables, and pick apples to put in his pail! At the end he traded in all his (plastic) goods for a real apple! He was in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely thrilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sp896W0R20I/AAAAAAAAAuk/5otgZCW4uxQ/s1600-h/statefair6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sp896W0R20I/AAAAAAAAAuk/5otgZCW4uxQ/s320/statefair6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377084552870222658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elly finishing off the giant pickle&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sp895pItscI/AAAAAAAAAuc/CNJ1nws1H8E/s1600-h/statefair7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sp895pItscI/AAAAAAAAAuc/CNJ1nws1H8E/s320/statefair7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377084540607902146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey! I know these people, they're from my hometown!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Petty's had a display outside the sheep barn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sp895Tc9lDI/AAAAAAAAAuU/adYSFBHBnkI/s1600-h/statefair8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sp895Tc9lDI/AAAAAAAAAuU/adYSFBHBnkI/s320/statefair8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377084534787249202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We visited "Grandpa's pigs," as Cam put it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elly did NOT like their incessant squealing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She was happy to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sp8947Mb0OI/AAAAAAAAAuM/vd6WDNIjkpU/s1600-h/statefair9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sp8947Mb0OI/AAAAAAAAAuM/vd6WDNIjkpU/s320/statefair9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377084528275476706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By 2pm, there was nothin' left!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They didn't even make it to Sweet Martha's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No worries, they made up for it later and had their fill of cookies for an afternoon snack!&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/703729226924968059-3537328897466577431?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/3537328897466577431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=3537328897466577431' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/3537328897466577431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/3537328897466577431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogiversary-of-sorts.html' title='Fair Fun'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sp8-DUnutZI/AAAAAAAAAvM/DNxt34jdM_Q/s72-c/statefair1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-7230733430830102203</id><published>2009-09-02T09:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:48:18.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Changes</title><content type='html'>Hello friends and family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb and I wanted to email everyone and let you know of a pretty big step in our family's life - we will be moving to Reinbeck, Iowa in two weeks. This was confirmed on Friday, seems like a very quick transition, and it's quite emotional for us (especially the pregnant one!) but I feel the Lord has been preparing our hearts for this step for some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb has been transferred to a Kay Jewelers in Cedar Rapids, and will be serving as assistant manager. We are grateful to have a job, especially in this time when so many are looking for work. Our desire is definitely for him to work closer to home, and we continue to pray for that opportunity, but this job (and health insurance) are truly a blessing for us as we take this step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Caleb and I both have peace about our decision, the past few days have been filled with emotion - particularly sadness - as we leave the place we've called home since college, and especially since we were married in 2004. We leave behind so many wonderful friends who are like family to us, a church we absolutely adore, and the home we brought Cameron and Elly to as newborn babies. This place will always be very special to us, and the people who remain here will continue to be in our hearts and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our move to Iowa is most definitely NOT sad, as we'll be near both Caleb's and my parents, Caleb's brother and family, and my youngest sister. Baby #3 is coming in November, and although it's hard to imagine not delivering up here, I know God has the perfect doctor for us in Iowa, and plenty of loving family to care for all three babies when the time comes (WHAT a blessing!) We've been blessed with an amazing opportunity to rent a house in Iowa, and we're so thankful for that, especially as we try to iron out the details of our home in Burnsville. We are looking for potential renters, either a family or a group of students, etc. that needs a home like ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just want to get the word out, and since email/online seems to be the most efficient means, we wanted to tell all our friends as quickly as possible, first-hand. We love you all very much and thank you SO MUCH for your prayers and support as we try to be obedient to the call God has on our family's life. Please pray for a smooth transition for Cameron and Elly and for emotional stability for me :) as we go about the next two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll only be 3.5 hours away, so you can bet we'll be back to visit! We're already planning our first trip back for a special wedding in October! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again for all each of you has poured into us. Whether this move brings us closer to you or takes us farther away, know that we love you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Faith and Expectation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb, Michelle, Cameron, Elly &amp;amp; baby boy Sieh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.&lt;/i&gt;" Hebrews 11:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, God is my God.&lt;br /&gt;(Daniel 3:17-18; from 8.31.09 message at CVC).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-7230733430830102203?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/7230733430830102203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=7230733430830102203' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/7230733430830102203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/7230733430830102203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/09/big-changes.html' title='Big Changes'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-55514584777664391</id><published>2009-08-28T10:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:26:55.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts Exactly</title><content type='html'>I just MUST share this greeting card that I saw in the store the other day...it seems now that they make cards for every.single.occasion. It gets a bit excessive (get well cards for the dog, etc.) but I LOVED the saying on this card for new moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://corporate.hallmark.com/Media/921/2009_EOM_Spilled_Milk-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 299px;" src="http://corporate.hallmark.com/Media/921/2009_EOM_Spilled_Milk-L.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Whoever said 'There's no use crying over spilled milk' obviously never pumped 6 ounces, then accidentally dumped it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The inside of the card reads: "Hang in there. You're doing fine." Whether you nurse or bottle-feed, doesn't this just perfectly convey the feeling of utter emotional havoc that a newborn brings to a Mom?? Such a beautiful, [hormonal] time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a Hallmark "Edge of Motherhood" card. I purchased both that were in stock and sent one the very next day! It just hits the nail on the head...kudos, Hallmark. Gave me a good laugh.&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/703729226924968059-55514584777664391?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/55514584777664391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=55514584777664391' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/55514584777664391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/55514584777664391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-thoughts-exactly.html' title='My Thoughts Exactly'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-6382797649465964122</id><published>2009-08-27T16:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T09:16:31.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentatively</title><content type='html'>I'm a bit scared to "announce" this in a public forum - but I'm 95% sure our little boy is POTTY TRAINED! I know, I know, you think I'd be ready to shout it from the rooftops! Actually, I am, but I fear that posting it publicly will cause him to regress for some unknown reason. We've had about two weeks of minimal accidents, and have even moved to not needing rewards after potty time! Nighttime is still an issue - Cam sleeps hard, but I can handle a Pull-Up a day until we get that mastered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's looking pretty rosy to have only TWO children in diapers instead of three come November! I had nightmares (literally) about laying three children of various sizes down on the floor for changing time and trying to do it in record speed without getting soiled myself. Not to mention the cost. We'll still have two, but I can handle that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you pat ME on the back, I must give credit where credit is due. I had essentially given up (at least for a couple months) after my &lt;a href="http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/07/thoughts-on-big-pt.html"&gt;last attempt&lt;/a&gt; at potty training. Caleb had a couple days off in a row two weeks ago, and decided (completely on his own) that he would try again with Cameron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, my son may look like me, but he is mentally wired like my husband. This is both a blessing and a challenge. Discipline-wise, it's quite the adventure some days...but Caleb is incredibly smart, focused and perceptive and I see ALL of these qualities reflected in Cameron. Because of this, Caleb knows just how to push his buttons, and I sometimes have to ask him what in the world is going on in my son's brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Caleb figured out a reward system involving Cars (from the movie). Cam had a collection of 11 die-cast, Hot Wheel-style Cars (most handed down from his cousin) that had been permanently taken away a few months ago because he refused to share them. He is OBSESSED with these things, and would do almost anything for them. DING! Collateral. Every time he pooped on the toilet, he got one of his cars back. Every time he had an accident, they all went away. Sticker for potty. This took about 3 days, and besides the occasional naptime accident, he had it down! Pretty soon he had earned back ALL his cars and was in heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more accolade I must bestow is to this guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/pixar/images/thumb/3/39/Cars-frank.jpg/282px-Cars-frank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 194px;" src="http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/pixar/images/thumb/3/39/Cars-frank.jpg/282px-Cars-frank.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photo from Wikia Entertainment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? You don't know who this is? This is Frank the Combine from the movie Cars. Ever since the Cars revolution began in our home, Cam has been asking for Frank. He had one of Jay's old toy combines that he was content to pretend with, but he saw an actual replica in Target and it became the object of much affection. So, Caleb told him that if he had no accidents for "many days," Daddy would buy him Frank. Two days ago, he and Caleb walked into Target and bought it. I have never seen such a proud, happy smile on Cameron's face. I didn't realize what a moment it would be...I wish I'd brought my camera!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potty training has been one of the most challenging experiences in my parenting patience thus far. I know it probably pales in comparison of what's to come, but me and my pregnancy, emotions, and constant sister-audience almost didn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ugh, Cam has the CUTEST little buns in his underwear! I had begun to resent them, but now I'm back to appreciating that cute little  underweared behind as I follow it wherever it goes. More times than not, he says "You so proud of me?" after he's finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I wanted to share our success with our friends in blogland. I'm very proud of my little man, and even more thankful for a patient, understanding husband who persisted and followed through with Cameron - he knew exactly how his little mind was working, and that Cam &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could &lt;/span&gt;do it with the right motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to size 2T Lightning McQueen underwear! Thank you, Lord!!!&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/703729226924968059-6382797649465964122?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/6382797649465964122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=6382797649465964122' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/6382797649465964122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/6382797649465964122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/08/tentatively.html' title='Tentatively'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-3555567728477368547</id><published>2009-08-26T20:33:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T11:22:25.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Momma!</title><content type='html'>My mom's birthday was last Saturday, August 22. I was quite excited to give her a timely "birthday post," then our computer cord went kaput and so did my posting plans :) I asked for her forgiveness, and in true Mom fashion, she didn't mind one bit. I DO want to brag on her a little, though, so I'm posting for her birthday a little belated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mom is the most self-sacrificing person I know. You need something? She'll make it happen, even if it costs her an arm and a leg, a full night's sleep, or a tankful of gas. She is completely committed to her family, especially us kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She has carried and given birth to 4 children. After doing it 2.5 times myself, I realize the true wonder this feat is. She's pretty tough.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Side note - her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heaviest &lt;/span&gt;baby was a touch over 6 lbs. I tried my best to acquire this small-baby genetic feat, but did not succeed with Cam or Elly).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mom is itsy-bitsy. Teeny-tiny. But, she can eat with the best of 'em! I love going out with my mom and sisters, we can all put away a hefty meal. She taught me how to eat right!!&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speaking of food, Mom is an excellent cook. She doesn't get elaborate with spices or ingredients, but she cooks with lots of love and has the touch for making things just right. I can make her recipes over and over and they never taste quite as good. Also, whenever I make one of her recipes for company, I ALWAYS end up getting asked for it! Simple, but always delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think my Mom is the best multi-tasker on the planet. She volunteers for a million things at church and school (she's been on the after prom committee since 1998), and is always helping us with our activities and questions. We've put her through a few hectic summers, and she's always come out smiling. In May-June 2004, Laura graduated high school, I graduated college and got married. In May 2008, Jay graduated high school, Laura graduated college and Elly was born. In June 2009, Laura got married. We haven't been the kindest to her sleep schedule when planning our life events.&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom is a great listener. She doesn't interject advice at every turn, but knows just the right time to do so. She is so easy to relate to and share with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She is a HARD worker. She puts in long days in the hog unit alongside Dad, or works at the doctor's office, then comes home and still puts a smile on as a mom and wife. Again, amazing unselfishness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I owe my post-partum sanity to my mother, who stayed with me for a week after Cameron was born. I was bound and determined to nurse him, and the stinker wouldn't suck. We had to feed him out of a cup, meaning I had to pump and concoct a solution for the first few days. Add this to the typical first-time-mom hysteria and I was a ridiculous mess. Mom stood by my side through psycho emotions, awful mastitis, and little Bubba learning to do it right. I surely would have quit breastfeeding without her support, and might not have made it through that week at all without her care, patience and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom is an on-call nurse at all times for her kids. AND mostly, her grandkids ;) I call and text her medical questions quite frequently, and she never turns me down, gets annoyed, or suggests, "uh, perhaps you should just call their doctor?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's incredibly smart. I studied journalism in college and she's still a better writer and knows more about the English language than I do. I think my Mom could be successful at most any occupation she wanted to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She is an amazing Grandma to Cameron and Elly. I love watching her love them, read to them, and use the same expressions and teaching tools I remember her using with my siblings and me. She truly cherishes the little things they say and do, and they adore "Gwamma!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom and I get a kick out of the same odd things...misprints in newspapers and magazines, improper grammar, random coincidences. The best part is when one (or both) of us is tired. We could laugh for hours over something SO silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Mom loves to worship the Lord. I see the joy on her face and sometimes, the "I'm trying not to cry" look on her face when she sings a song I know she feels in her heart. I love that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, I hope you had a wonderful birthday (I know, you got to go to a baptism party AND Wal-Mart that night)! I've said this before, but I pray and strive to be a mother to my children like you are to me. You've taught me since I can remember not just with your words, but with your DAILY example of servanthood, sacrifice and unconditional love. Thank you for all you continue to do for everyone around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much, Momma!! Happy belated Birthday!!!&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/_OAimV_djm-8/SpXp31XODzI/AAAAAAAAAtU/dzY6N7fCUZE/s1600-h/reading+with+grandpa+n+grandma+b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SpXp31XODzI/AAAAAAAAAtU/dzY6N7fCUZE/s320/reading+with+grandpa+n+grandma+b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374458875763101490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom and Dad reading to Cameron&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;February 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SpXrGGB-CrI/AAAAAAAAAuE/9hrlzrSIhNU/s1600-h/kansascity6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SpXrGGB-CrI/AAAAAAAAAuE/9hrlzrSIhNU/s320/kansascity6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374460220267170482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cameron and "Gwamma B" at Burke's wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May 2009&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/703729226924968059-3555567728477368547?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/3555567728477368547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=3555567728477368547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/3555567728477368547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/3555567728477368547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-momma.html' title='Happy Birthday, Momma!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SpXp31XODzI/AAAAAAAAAtU/dzY6N7fCUZE/s72-c/reading+with+grandpa+n+grandma+b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-4831392733956167255</id><published>2009-08-25T22:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:36:31.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Little Time...</title><content type='html'>So much to catch up on! The charger cord for our computer shorted out, so I've been completely out of the loop for a few days here! I have much to share...my Mom's birthday has come and gone, we've achieved a few milestones in our home, and baby #3 is a-growin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back tomorrow with, hopefully, revived brain cells. All I have now are pictures and captions :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reconnecting! (Come ON, it's only been five days?! Feels so much longer...I need this outlet!)&lt;br /&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/_OAimV_djm-8/SpSscQGeE5I/AAAAAAAAAsw/sIbOwWuFHMM/s1600-h/tastycake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SpSscQGeE5I/AAAAAAAAAsw/sIbOwWuFHMM/s320/tastycake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374109856718263186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cake with minty green frosting is most certainly worth&lt;br /&gt;finishing your meal for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SpSsckcMb4I/AAAAAAAAAs4/1_2hNEylBtE/s1600-h/toothbrushin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SpSsckcMb4I/AAAAAAAAAs4/1_2hNEylBtE/s320/toothbrushin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374109862178090882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elly is most certainly fabulous enough to wear sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;while preparing for bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SpSsdKWnYUI/AAAAAAAAAtA/ccQFM-nHn1k/s1600-h/unclejay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SpSsdKWnYUI/AAAAAAAAAtA/ccQFM-nHn1k/s320/unclejay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374109872355238210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is NOTHING like Uncle Jay time. Nothing!&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/703729226924968059-4831392733956167255?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/4831392733956167255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=4831392733956167255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4831392733956167255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4831392733956167255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-little-time.html' title='So Little Time...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SpSscQGeE5I/AAAAAAAAAsw/sIbOwWuFHMM/s72-c/tastycake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-5928757741605795306</id><published>2009-08-19T14:21:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T15:22:52.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Daze</title><content type='html'>Today has been a rainy, dreary day. Actually, the most perfect of rainy days (for napping, organizing, accomplishing general things, etc.) if you DON'T have toddlers! Days like this make me a bit nervous for the upcoming winter and what we'll do to occupy ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, we are trying to make the most of our rainy day. One thing's for sure, rainy days = good naps! Hallelujah! Here's what we've been up to so far:&lt;br /&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/_OAimV_djm-8/SoxWlImDwFI/AAAAAAAAAso/XrG58iS5SOo/s1600-h/rainy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoxWlImDwFI/AAAAAAAAAso/XrG58iS5SOo/s320/rainy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371763651508420690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Playing "chase," hence the blurriness&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoxWklaTSqI/AAAAAAAAAsg/iknbYqN7duU/s1600-h/rainy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoxWklaTSqI/AAAAAAAAAsg/iknbYqN7duU/s320/rainy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371763642063866530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Accessorizing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoxWj7SjQqI/AAAAAAAAAsY/KBrUAkrJDCI/s1600-h/rainy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoxWj7SjQqI/AAAAAAAAAsY/KBrUAkrJDCI/s320/rainy3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371763630757069474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pretending to "go fishin." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Using the drawstring of Mommy's old basketball warm-ups!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoxWNkVepiI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/kIc3DKo-Yug/s1600-h/rainy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoxWNkVepiI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/kIc3DKo-Yug/s320/rainy4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371763246638212642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coloring&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoxWM7VF3LI/AAAAAAAAAsI/M9vtuAZY4Ik/s1600-h/rainy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoxWM7VF3LI/AAAAAAAAAsI/M9vtuAZY4Ik/s320/rainy5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371763235630734514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Displaying the crayon she just took a bite of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-af5152b0c639f054" 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://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daf5152b0c639f054%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875561%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B1F6A3183566E4DD024BDB20CC5F3951A233502.4413D16A0282EF5BF0E8CE262975B5A9FDFFEA2F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daf5152b0c639f054%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4RoavBLjoUfvEGNe2sLPfC45u2c&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://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daf5152b0c639f054%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875561%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B1F6A3183566E4DD024BDB20CC5F3951A233502.4413D16A0282EF5BF0E8CE262975B5A9FDFFEA2F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daf5152b0c639f054%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4RoavBLjoUfvEGNe2sLPfC45u2c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wrestling and bouncing on the punching bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoxWMZx2CbI/AAAAAAAAAsA/-k8RmSxoANg/s1600-h/rainy6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoxWMZx2CbI/AAAAAAAAAsA/-k8RmSxoANg/s320/rainy6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371763226624526770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cameron can sure dish it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoxWL5LRx_I/AAAAAAAAAr4/SYCulrmsQAA/s1600-h/rainy7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoxWL5LRx_I/AAAAAAAAAr4/SYCulrmsQAA/s320/rainy7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371763217872832498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But Elly can take it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoxWLCY28AI/AAAAAAAAArw/tdxZuFvF6UU/s1600-h/rainy8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoxWLCY28AI/AAAAAAAAArw/tdxZuFvF6UU/s320/rainy8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371763203165843458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't forget a quick Swiffer [of the carpet] before naptime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In his underwear, even!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The main thing that's getting us through this day...Uncle Jay is coming up to Minnesota for college TODAY - and he's stopping to see us on the way! It doesn't get much more exciting than that! Hope you all enjoyed your days - rain or shine :)&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/703729226924968059-5928757741605795306?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=af5152b0c639f054&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/5928757741605795306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=5928757741605795306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/5928757741605795306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/5928757741605795306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/08/rainy-daze.html' title='Rainy Daze'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoxWlImDwFI/AAAAAAAAAso/XrG58iS5SOo/s72-c/rainy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-8964777069255578078</id><published>2009-08-17T21:20:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:43:07.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>His Sister's Keeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SooP6A1Eb_I/AAAAAAAAAro/x8xJ-qClp44/s1600-h/tummieshurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SooP6A1Eb_I/AAAAAAAAAro/x8xJ-qClp44/s400/tummieshurt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371122994922156018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero."&lt;br /&gt;- Marc Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;This picture is from a couple weeks ago - Elly was having a rough time (tummyache + attitude problems), so brother came to the rescue and cuddled with her on the couch. Sometimes you just can't stand to look at your Mom anymore...&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they the very cutest cuddlers?&lt;/span&gt; Our new baby (and any future additions) are certainly blessed to have Cameron and Elly as big siblings - they take it very seriously :)&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/703729226924968059-8964777069255578078?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/8964777069255578078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=8964777069255578078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8964777069255578078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8964777069255578078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/08/his-sisters-keeper.html' title='His Sister&apos;s Keeper'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SooP6A1Eb_I/AAAAAAAAAro/x8xJ-qClp44/s72-c/tummieshurt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-5629730091630082830</id><published>2009-08-17T21:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:16:05.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Is Much</title><content type='html'>When we moved into our house here in Burnsville in 2005, we got DISH Network for the first time. One night, while searching through what seemed like endless channels, I happened upon "Gaither Gospel Hour." I remember seeing the Gaithers on TV a few times growing up, and I always loved sitting with family and listening to them sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tuned in a few times, and eventually set the DVR to record it. After we had Cameron, we quickly noticed that he was also enthralled with Gaither music! I would re-play episodes again and again, and he would sit - mesmerized - even as a little guy. As he got older, he copied the movements and expressions of the singers...so the Gaither Gospel Hour has become a soft of family time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE all the classic hymns they sing, but there is one that sticks out to me - one that I hadn't heard before I heard it on GGH. The harmonies are beautiful, and the lyrics are unique and meaningful. As the kids and I drove home from Minneapolis today, I thought of this song. I haven't listened to it in awhile, and I wanted to look up the lyrics, read them again, and share them too - a great classic.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Little Is Much When God Is In It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Words &amp;amp; Music by Kittie L. Suffield, 1924&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the harvest field now ripened&lt;br /&gt;There’s a work for all to do;&lt;br /&gt;Hark! the voice of God is calling&lt;br /&gt;To the harvest calling you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="chorus"&gt;Little is much when God is in it!&lt;br /&gt;Labor not for wealth or fame.&lt;br /&gt;There’s a crown—and you can win it,&lt;br /&gt;If you go in Jesus’ Name.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the mad rush of the broad way,&lt;br /&gt;In the hurry and the strife,&lt;br /&gt;Tell of Jesus’ love and mercy,&lt;br /&gt;Give to them the Word of Life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does the place you’re called to labor&lt;br /&gt;Seem too small and little known?&lt;br /&gt;It is great if God is in it,&lt;br /&gt;And He’ll not forget His own.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you laid aside from service,&lt;br /&gt;Body worn from toil and care?&lt;br /&gt;You can still be in the battle,&lt;br /&gt;In the sacred place of prayer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the conflict here is ended&lt;br /&gt;And our race on earth is run,&lt;br /&gt;He will say, if we are faithful,&lt;br /&gt;“Welcome home, My child—well done!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-5629730091630082830?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/5629730091630082830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=5629730091630082830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/5629730091630082830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/5629730091630082830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-is-much.html' title='Little Is Much'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-1046705389297343514</id><published>2009-08-15T15:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:36:20.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Names</title><content type='html'>I'm getting more and more excited to meet my newest baby boy each day. I  laugh when I look at Cameron and Elly, two carbon copies of me and Caleb,  respectively. Will we get a boy that looks like his Daddy? Another blondie? A  hybrid? It's so much fun to imagine, and no matter what, I think I'll be  surprised what he looks like! (All I can imagine right now is another  Cameron!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Another question looming in my mind is what this little boy will be named.  Caleb and I each have our favorites, but we can't agree. We definitely want his  name to hold significance, and of course to sound &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; good ;) People  keep asking me what his name will be, and I can honestly say I have no idea at  this point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Poor Elly wasn't really narrowed down until about a week before she was  born, so we're following protocol as far as that goes. I think that when we  decide, we'll probably keep the name a surprise until he's born, and also go in  with a couple options. That's what we did with both Cameron and Elly, and the  moment we saw them, we knew "who" they were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;So I'm wondering, blogging friends, do you have any suggestions? Requests:  we likely can't do a one-syllable name, because "Sieh" needs more to go with it.  We (OK, I) don't want it to sound too much like "Cameron," both because I want  this guy to have his own niche and I know I'll get confused anyway! (Caleb likes  a name that starts with a C and ends in "on.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Heard any great names lately? We're not TOO avant garde, but also not  necessarily traditional. Although we don't oppose traditional or Biblical names  either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Just for the record, here are the meanings behind Cameron and Elly's  names:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cameron Christian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cameron&lt;/em&gt; has always been Caleb's FAVORITE little boy name. A  speaker came to Caleb's Dad's church when he was little, and had a son named  Cameron, and he's liked it since then. Cam's middle name, &lt;em&gt;Christian&lt;/em&gt;, is  also Caleb's middle name, and obviously means "follower of Christ." We pray that  he would not only be a follower of Christ, but lead others to know Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elly Mariah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elly&lt;/em&gt; means "light." I saw this spelling and loved it, it seemed  graceful to me and different than the traditional Ellie. &lt;em&gt;Mariah&lt;/em&gt; means  "God is my teacher." God taught us (especially me) so much about trusting Him  during my pregnancy and preparation for two children 17 months apart. We pray  that Elly would have a teachable, gentle and humble spirit before the  Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Any input would be much appreciated, even just to run them by Caleb! I love  talking baby names &lt;em&gt;anytime&lt;/em&gt; - even when I'm not pregnant - so this post  is fun for me regardless of the circumstances! Thanks all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilypie.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lbdf.lilypie.com/nt7Om5.png" width="400" height="80" border="0" alt="Lilypie Pregnancy tickers" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/703729226924968059-1046705389297343514?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/1046705389297343514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=1046705389297343514' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/1046705389297343514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/1046705389297343514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/08/names.html' title='Names'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-7485461368633302701</id><published>2009-08-12T12:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T12:42:15.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Got Your Back</title><content type='html'>My friend Janel @ &lt;a href="http://team-sullivan.blogspot.com/2009/08/pictures-from-behind.html"&gt;Team Sullivan&lt;/a&gt; had a cute post about pictures taken from behind. She loves them because they are so telling and asked others to post their favorites. A few popped into my mind immediately, so I wanted to share them!&lt;br /&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/_OAimV_djm-8/SoL9x_78tDI/AAAAAAAAArg/RKjsCrb2-l8/s1600-h/gettingthemail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoL9x_78tDI/AAAAAAAAArg/RKjsCrb2-l8/s320/gettingthemail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369132741197345842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caleb and Cameron, March 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoL9xLyjPOI/AAAAAAAAArY/46WwwtucpJU/s1600-h/watchingmickey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoL9xLyjPOI/AAAAAAAAArY/46WwwtucpJU/s320/watchingmickey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369132727199284450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cameron &amp;amp; Elly, September 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoL9w4sVTZI/AAAAAAAAArQ/MDbt9s_akU8/s1600-h/camsnews.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoL9w4sVTZI/AAAAAAAAArQ/MDbt9s_akU8/s320/camsnews.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369132722072931730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Probably my all-time favorite...quite literally "from behind!"&lt;br /&gt;October 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A unique perspective, for sure! Have any favorite pictures from this angle? Share 'em if you got 'em!&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/703729226924968059-7485461368633302701?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/7485461368633302701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=7485461368633302701' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/7485461368633302701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/7485461368633302701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-got-your-back.html' title='I&apos;ve Got Your Back'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoL9x_78tDI/AAAAAAAAArg/RKjsCrb2-l8/s72-c/gettingthemail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-3972508256062602773</id><published>2009-08-11T20:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:00:08.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameronspeak</title><content type='html'>Cameron has been trying to sing more and more lately, and it's so funny to hear what he "hears," or what his mind processes and he tries to sing. Here are some of the best:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's Just Something About That Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus, Jesus, Jesus...there's just sumpin' 'bout dat name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tractor, Savior, Jesus, like figures after da rain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus Loves Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus loves me, 'dis I know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For da Bible tells Nemo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb and I have also been discovering things that we say more often than we think, when Cameron repeats them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5:45 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi, Daddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi Bubby, good morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's too early?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lay back down for little bit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cam and I walk into the bathroom to find that Elly has pulled the entire roll of toilet paper OFF the roll, and she's playing in the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*gasp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OH MY WORDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I cut Cameron up little pieces of roast and potatoes for supper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look Mommy, little potatoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yep, those are your potatoes, can you eat them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, potatoes so sweet and cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a little sponge. It makes me all the more conscious of what I say and do each day - I've GOT to be in the Word or we all start to go south. Cam imitates me, Elly imitates him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst it all, though, I thank the Lord for the precious moments of encouragement! A couple weeks ago, I was walking across the living room floor and REALLY caught my toe (hard) on one of his tractors. It was one of those situations where almost anything could fly out of your mouth...fortunately I managed just a few "OUCH"es and limped away. Cam came up to me with the most concerned look on his face and asked, "Mommy get hurt?" Yes, Mommy hurt her toe on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;tractor! Grrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked, "Pray for Mommy's toe?" Of course I said yes, and my anger was overcome with tears as I listened to him pray, "Dear Jesus, thank you for Mommy. Touch her body. In Jesus' name, Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the true glimpses into the heart of a child that keep me laughing, striving, and loving what I do each day. I never want to forget or resent these moments...Lord help me to redeem each opportunity I'm given as a mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-3972508256062602773?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/3972508256062602773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=3972508256062602773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/3972508256062602773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/3972508256062602773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/08/cameronspeak.html' title='Cameronspeak'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-7686058732344372293</id><published>2009-08-11T20:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:35:30.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time In Iowa</title><content type='html'>Caleb's Great-Grandma Orr went to be with Jesus this past week, so we were down in Iowa to visit his Grandma and parents, and to get a peek at our new nephew, too! The kids had so much fun hanging out with their Papa &amp;amp; Mema, cousins and friends. My parents (and Sonya &amp;amp; Jay) are still in Belize on the mission trip, so we didn't see them, but we had a relaxing time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst the happenings of the 2.5-day vacation were the kids' first visit to a "real," big pool (the Reinbeck pool), Elly's first sucker, meeting baby Xander, pizza night with cousins and friends Jeremy, Erica &amp;amp; Leila, and celebrating Papa &amp;amp; Mema's 33rd anniversary! What a fun time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of our time together!&lt;br /&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/_OAimV_djm-8/SoIamm11fiI/AAAAAAAAAqA/e0JFHkVGppU/s1600-h/iowa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoIamm11fiI/AAAAAAAAAqA/e0JFHkVGppU/s320/iowa1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368882956342754850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elly L-O-V-E-D her Tootsie Pop from Mema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoIam0roPBI/AAAAAAAAAqI/SA-bKYOCWvI/s1600-h/iowa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoIam0roPBI/AAAAAAAAAqI/SA-bKYOCWvI/s320/iowa2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368882960058039314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cam is an old pro - he knows you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get suckers from Mema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoIan8UWuuI/AAAAAAAAAqg/asF2XA8bp6U/s1600-h/iowa5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoIan8UWuuI/AAAAAAAAAqg/asF2XA8bp6U/s320/iowa5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368882979287775970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My water boy dove right in to the pool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His lips were blue almost instantly, but that didn't stop him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoIanmxY2qI/AAAAAAAAAqY/ef3Yg7ab8QQ/s1600-h/iowa4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoIanmxY2qI/AAAAAAAAAqY/ef3Yg7ab8QQ/s320/iowa4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368882973503969954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you gather what Elly was feeling about her experience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoIaza6uhWI/AAAAAAAAAqw/K8JeNTgbGAI/s1600-h/iowa7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoIaza6uhWI/AAAAAAAAAqw/K8JeNTgbGAI/s320/iowa7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368883176480343394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warm, happy boys.&lt;br /&gt;They shared popcorn and ate Nerds off the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoIa0bsdNvI/AAAAAAAAArI/93ZIilmO3Xo/s1600-h/iowa10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoIa0bsdNvI/AAAAAAAAArI/93ZIilmO3Xo/s320/iowa10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368883193868793586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Less than 5 minutes after we took off for home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoIa0GpwTpI/AAAAAAAAArA/s-QaLZWQYvw/s1600-h/iowa9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoIa0GpwTpI/AAAAAAAAArA/s-QaLZWQYvw/s320/iowa9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368883188220317330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Having this much fun is exhausting!&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/703729226924968059-7686058732344372293?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/7686058732344372293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=7686058732344372293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/7686058732344372293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/7686058732344372293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-in-iowa.html' title='Time In Iowa'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoIamm11fiI/AAAAAAAAAqA/e0JFHkVGppU/s72-c/iowa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-2875776570574300923</id><published>2009-08-11T14:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:04:33.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmed Sightings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoHCXLW0l-I/AAAAAAAAApA/EA6Co07PsgM/s1600-h/hereshecomes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoHCXLW0l-I/AAAAAAAAApA/EA6Co07PsgM/s400/hereshecomes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368785934243633122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whether she's coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoHCYKwEoWI/AAAAAAAAApQ/jA5uS3-Zn1A/s1600-h/walkingtothepool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoHCYKwEoWI/AAAAAAAAApQ/jA5uS3-Zn1A/s400/walkingtothepool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368785951260975458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoHCXjZ1DLI/AAAAAAAAApI/11syIauHlYs/s1600-h/walkinggirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoHCXjZ1DLI/AAAAAAAAApI/11syIauHlYs/s400/walkinggirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368785940698696882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One thing's for sure,&lt;br /&gt;Elly is WALKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So proud of my BIG girl!&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/703729226924968059-2875776570574300923?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/2875776570574300923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=2875776570574300923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/2875776570574300923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/2875776570574300923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/08/sightings.html' title='Confirmed Sightings'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SoHCXLW0l-I/AAAAAAAAApA/EA6Co07PsgM/s72-c/hereshecomes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-5990796845690306878</id><published>2009-08-01T19:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T19:52:24.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prankster</title><content type='html'>You know in college, in the dorms, when it was an especially funny prank to steal someone's towel from the community bathroom while they were showering...leaving them to try and figure out a way to get back to their room sans resources? (I lived in an all-female dormitory).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this morning, my sweet little DAUGHTER played that prank on me! I was a bit lazy, so I didn't get my shower until Caleb had already left. I entrusted the kids to the proper care of Veggie Tales and was off for a hot, relaxing, 5-7 minute shower when the door popped open, Elly toddled on in, gave me the cheesiest smile, grabbed my towel and toddled out again! Apparently, she was ready for some relaxation and thought it would do as a makeshift blanket while hers was in the wash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was in and out in less than a minute, leaving me to laugh my way through the rest of my shower. When I was done, I called and pleaded to Cameron to bring me the pink towel. She must have ditched it, because I didn't hear a struggle...and it was returned to the bathroom with a "you welcome, Mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that I pulled my share of pranks in my dorm days (towel stealing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perhaps&lt;/span&gt; included), but they were all paid back to me MORE than double. Who knew I'd be getting retribution from a second generation...my own children?! Fun way to start my Saturday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-5990796845690306878?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/5990796845690306878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=5990796845690306878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/5990796845690306878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/5990796845690306878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/08/prankster.html' title='Prankster'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-8233097935031734894</id><published>2009-07-31T13:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T19:44:02.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SnM5xHqL3KI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Hz1v_4x66lw/s1600-h/mybigboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SnM5xHqL3KI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Hz1v_4x66lw/s400/mybigboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364695097160752290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;During the day, he's all play...but after a nap or before bed,&lt;br /&gt;I always hear, "Mama, sit and cuddle wittle bit?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my sweet boy.&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/703729226924968059-8233097935031734894?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/8233097935031734894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=8233097935031734894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8233097935031734894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8233097935031734894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/07/sweet-boy.html' title='Sweet'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SnM5xHqL3KI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Hz1v_4x66lw/s72-c/mybigboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-1255909523211794972</id><published>2009-07-30T09:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:53:22.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Xander</title><content type='html'>I told you I'd post a photo as soon as I got one, so here he is! Our NEWEST nephew,  Xander Sieh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SnGzGi4OuxI/AAAAAAAAAow/kU2GfUuHBo0/s1600-h/100_0489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SnGzGi4OuxI/AAAAAAAAAow/kU2GfUuHBo0/s320/100_0489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364265556198210322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah says he's such a sweet, content little guy. Look at ALL that mohawk-able dark hair! He looks a lot like his brother when he was born (yes, blonde Malachi's hair was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;color at birth!) We'll see what we get. For now, it looks like the 1/4 Mexican in him is coming out pretty strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, Xander!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-1255909523211794972?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/1255909523211794972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=1255909523211794972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/1255909523211794972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/1255909523211794972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/07/baby-xander.html' title='Baby Xander'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SnGzGi4OuxI/AAAAAAAAAow/kU2GfUuHBo0/s72-c/100_0489.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-4065504975510235346</id><published>2009-07-30T09:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T12:51:07.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spooky Things</title><content type='html'>Cameron's new favorite game is to walk up to me (tiptoeing sneakily) and whisper, "LISTEN Mommy!" Then I whisper back and ask what it is, and he responds, "It's a [fill-in-the-blank] bear, lion, dinosaur, dragon, spider, etc. It's so SPOOKY!" He's really into suspenseful things right now, I hope my playing along with this game is not traumatizing him. He really seems to enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how our conversation went yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cam: &lt;/span&gt;Oh Mommy, listen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;What is it, Bubba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cam: &lt;/span&gt;It's berry spooky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Listen, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cam: &lt;/span&gt;[Whispering very quietly] It's....fruits and veggies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truly &lt;/span&gt;scary things in our day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-4065504975510235346?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/4065504975510235346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=4065504975510235346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4065504975510235346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4065504975510235346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/07/spooky-things.html' title='Spooky Things'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-7478100924240717069</id><published>2009-07-28T19:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:32:08.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.visionlifebookstore.com/images/ABBAS_CHILD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 500px;" src="https://www.visionlifebookstore.com/images/ABBAS_CHILD.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INCREDIBLY good stuff. Not a light read by any means, but such amazing truth. I'm only on chapter 3, and I give it my full recommendation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-7478100924240717069?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/7478100924240717069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=7478100924240717069' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/7478100924240717069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/7478100924240717069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-im-reading.html' title='What I&apos;m Reading'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-5085940986144332514</id><published>2009-07-26T15:58:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:24:49.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, No</title><content type='html'>Here's what we've been up to lately!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Janel @ &lt;a href="http://www.team-sullivan.blogspot.com/"&gt;Team Sullivan&lt;/a&gt; for this cute photo idea!!&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/_OAimV_djm-8/SmzDjrzkbuI/AAAAAAAAAmg/x06XeFEvO4A/s1600-h/100_6533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SmzDjrzkbuI/AAAAAAAAAmg/x06XeFEvO4A/s320/100_6533.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362876274113277666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;, Cameron sometimes gets out of bed before naptime is really over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SmzFQY0FvJI/AAAAAAAAAmw/URCb7QvgJdo/s1600-h/tanline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SmzFQY0FvJI/AAAAAAAAAmw/URCb7QvgJdo/s320/tanline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362878141620927634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;, Elly doesn't mind her tan lines.&lt;br /&gt;Or running around without clothes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SmzFQVH6-fI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Ge9O0PO_lH4/s1600-h/lovechoccake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SmzFQVH6-fI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Ge9O0PO_lH4/s320/lovechoccake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362878140630366706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;, he loves chocolate cake as much as his Momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SmzFQ0K4z8I/AAAAAAAAAnA/NEVSYDBYwro/s1600-h/whatagoose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SmzFQ0K4z8I/AAAAAAAAAnA/NEVSYDBYwro/s320/whatagoose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362878148964306882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;, he won't hold still to let you take a picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SmzFQoWimpI/AAAAAAAAAm4/heF-St4epbQ/s1600-h/safetoys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SmzFQoWimpI/AAAAAAAAAm4/heF-St4epbQ/s320/safetoys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362878145791957650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;, our Mom only lets us play with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;safest &lt;/span&gt;toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SmzIdcd_GhI/AAAAAAAAAnY/lObBf5OUJDY/s1600-h/firstmnms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SmzIdcd_GhI/AAAAAAAAAnY/lObBf5OUJDY/s320/firstmnms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362881664475142674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;, Elly did not share any of her M&amp;amp;M's with me this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SmzIdKMnXqI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Fgg7rmxM5eQ/s1600-h/aretheytwins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SmzIdKMnXqI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Fgg7rmxM5eQ/s320/aretheytwins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362881659570445986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;, Cam &amp;amp; Chi were mistaken for twins a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;My pregnant belly and I got some interesting looks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SmzIdnkOoRI/AAAAAAAAAng/sfZZF3OtotU/s1600-h/makinsoup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SmzIdnkOoRI/AAAAAAAAAng/sfZZF3OtotU/s320/makinsoup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362881667454116114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;, Mom, the soup isn't done yet!&lt;br /&gt;Chi's was "meat and potatoes" and Cam's was "cheese and peas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SmzIdIpfyXI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/YrJ5FKjMrE8/s1600-h/cousinbath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SmzIdIpfyXI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/YrJ5FKjMrE8/s320/cousinbath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362881659154712946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;, it's tough holding your own with these two boys...&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, Elly managed ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-5085940986144332514?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/5085940986144332514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=5085940986144332514' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/5085940986144332514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/5085940986144332514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-no.html' title='Yes, No'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SmzDjrzkbuI/AAAAAAAAAmg/x06XeFEvO4A/s72-c/100_6533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-4049720358451815372</id><published>2009-07-26T15:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:57:44.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Nephew!</title><content type='html'>As of 2:58 this morning, Caleb and I are once again proud uncle and auntie! Cameron and Elly, even at their young age, are "big" cousins again! Eric &amp;amp; Sarah (Caleb's next-oldest brother and his wife), welcomed Alexander Joseph Evan Sieh into their family today. He weighed 7 lbs, 14 oz, and was 20.5 inches long. He will be called Xander (pronounced Zander) for short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Xander is welcomed home by his two older sisters, Ashley and Jocelyn, and his older brother, Malachi. Malachi was actually staying with us for the weekend, so he headed home with Grandma today to see his brother for the first time! He saw a pic of him and kissed the phone...precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word is he has a full head of dark hair and dark-ish skin...can't wait to get my hands on him! Something about "getting the call" and the anticipation of a baby's birth is like nothing other, isn't it?! I'll post pics as soon as I get them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This puts the Sieh cousin tally at 9, with #10 (our little boy) coming in November! So much fun. Congrats Eric, Sarah, and family!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-4049720358451815372?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/4049720358451815372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=4049720358451815372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4049720358451815372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4049720358451815372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-nephew.html' title='A New Nephew!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-8565623502279354315</id><published>2009-07-24T19:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:09:25.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Oh Boy</title><content type='html'>After our ultrasound on Tuesday, we are happy to announce that we are most certainly having another little BOY in November! We got to spend a great deal of time in the u/s room, because the little guy was such a wiggler that is was very difficult for them to see all the anatomical things they wanted to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw A LOT of his hands, which he always seemed to be pushing in front of the camera, as if to say, "back off!" (A bit reminiscent of his sister, who straight up gave us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finger&lt;/span&gt;...but anyway...) By the end, though, he settled in perfectly to show us exactly what we needed to see, and as he appeared to be drifting off to sleep, he curled those sweet, teeny little hands under his chin JUST LIKE Cameron does when he sleeps (and just like I do)! I managed to withhold my tears until then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our u/s tech was the very sweetest older lady, she repeatedly told us how cute Cam &amp;amp; Elly were, and how cute the baby was (I'm quite sure she says it to everyone...but, I've also had ultrasound techs with poor bedside manner, so I very much appreciated her)! Nonetheless, the pictures we managed to get of baby boy were some of the worst (show off-wise) that I've had of all 3 kids. They were quite dark, and due to his squirminess, we didn't get many clear ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried to get some fleeting pics of the hands, and we have the gender-determining shot, though I don't exactly feel right slapping that one online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's his sweet little profile, even though it's a bit dark.&lt;br /&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/_OAimV_djm-8/SmpWfcOWfAI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/A_rchARGsYM/s1600-h/babyprofile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SmpWfcOWfAI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/A_rchARGsYM/s320/babyprofile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362193404490316802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Little stinker! We love him so much! During the ultrasound, Cameron touched the screen and said, "That's baby brudder! He SO sweet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has taken me awhile to post this info because, quite honestly, I've been overwhelmed with emotions this past week. On Monday, one of my dearest friends found out she and her husband had lost their baby at 9 weeks. On Tuesday, our college friends had to say goodbye to their 1-week-old infant, who went to be with Jesus. Things like this overwhelm me and shut me down. I don't know what to say or what to do, besides cry and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is faithful, God is good, this I know. But that doesn't stop my heart for aching for either of these families. Such unimaginable pain they experienced in a week (and many to follow) that I experienced such great joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first-mentioned friend put it so well in a note she wrote on Facebook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proverbs 13:12 "Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life." I must emphasize that our HOPE has been deferred, NOT destroyed. Our HOPE can never be destroyed for we put our HOPE in God as the Psalmist says in chapter 42. "Why so downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God" (Ps.42:11). One day, one beautiful day that is beyond anything I can imagine or HOPE for, God will allow this longing that He has given us to be fulfilled. Then we will experience the joy of new life. Until then, though it is not easy, we will not waver but will find our strength and HOPE in Christ Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the courage of both these couples that blesses and amazes me. Whatever roller coaster you may be on - from the horrific to the daily grind - there is only one Hope, one Constant, that can sustain, protect, and endure. I assure you, He's enough.&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/703729226924968059-8565623502279354315?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/8565623502279354315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=8565623502279354315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8565623502279354315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8565623502279354315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/07/boy-oh-boy.html' title='Boy Oh Boy'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SmpWfcOWfAI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/A_rchARGsYM/s72-c/babyprofile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-4521986869578932390</id><published>2009-07-24T19:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T19:31:56.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part-Time</title><content type='html'>It has been awhile since I posted - we had our ultrasound, but more on that later! In faster-moving news, our 14.5 month old is super close to being a walker!! I don't say that my kids are "walking" until it is their preferred mode of travel...so for now I wouldn't say Elly is walking, but she very well could if she wanted to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She usually chooses to crawl if she needs to keep up with Cameron or run away from me when I'm trying to change her diaper, so it's still an option. However, she's been standing up in the middle of the floor spontaneously and wobbling around ALL DAY today! So, I think that within a few weeks Miss Elly might go to work walking full-time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets really proud of herself whenever she does it...sometimes she falls down just because she is looking around to see if she might have an audience to clap and cheer her on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video of our lil' chickadee in action:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7fa6bce464345d5e" 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://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7fa6bce464345d5e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875561%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D72E13898F0AFE0E6DDD6992CFAC86812F573807.134E4FCC2524B7CA7D85EF4F7688285F0750081D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7fa6bce464345d5e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0jvGHbJ50fSTdcGuYPcgHBF9TPI&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://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7fa6bce464345d5e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875561%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D72E13898F0AFE0E6DDD6992CFAC86812F573807.134E4FCC2524B7CA7D85EF4F7688285F0750081D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7fa6bce464345d5e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0jvGHbJ50fSTdcGuYPcgHBF9TPI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-4521986869578932390?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/4521986869578932390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=4521986869578932390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4521986869578932390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4521986869578932390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/07/part-time.html' title='Part-Time'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-1957926712840684938</id><published>2009-07-17T17:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:35:35.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Salsa</title><content type='html'>Have you ever made your own salsa? If you haven't, especially if it's because you found it too intimidating, I've got a recipe for you! It made a salsa mama out of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Sunday School teachers from our first two years at CVC, Carlos and Mary, always brought this salsa to get-togethers. Mary said she wasn't a good cook, but this was one thing she could handle. Now, I like to cook, but I'm short on time and energy, so my ears always perk up when I hear someone speak of a simple recipe... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To execute this salsa, all you need is a food processor (I've made in a blender, too), and the ingredients. It's not the chunky salsa consistency that some prefer, so probably not quite authentic, but it's SO easy, tastes bright and fresh and can stand up to any Mexican restaurant's "house" variety. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simple Salsa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - 14.5 oz can of whole peeled tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;1/4 - 1/2 white onion, roughly chopped&lt;br /&gt;1-2 jalapenos, roughly chopped, seeds removed&lt;br /&gt;Cilantro (I usually use 1/2 - 3/4 of a bunch)&lt;br /&gt;Juice of 1 lime&lt;br /&gt;Pepper, to taste&lt;br /&gt;Garlic salt, to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pour peeled tomatoes (and juice, if thinner salsa is desired) into food processor. Pulse until tomatoes are beginning to chop, but not completely pureed. Pour into medium sized bowl. Follow the same process with onions, jalapenos, and cilantro, chopping all to desired consistency before mixing with tomatoes. Once all ingredients are incorporated, add the lime juice, salt and pepper to taste. (Regular salt is fine if you don't like garlic or the garlic flavor is getting too strong).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cover and refrigerate for at least 2 hours! This is a smaller recipe, I'd (at least) double it if you're making for a crowd.&lt;/span&gt; This is also fantastic to combine with avacados and make a delicious version of guacamole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note: If jalapenos are too much for you, try boiling them before rough chopping (for about 5 minutes). It reduces the heat factor a bit. As for me...I like 'em spicy!! I'm also a cilantro fanatic, so I probably use more of that than the average person would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-1957926712840684938?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/1957926712840684938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=1957926712840684938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/1957926712840684938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/1957926712840684938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/07/simple-salsa.html' title='Simple Salsa'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-8432103697249347300</id><published>2009-07-16T20:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:08:42.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The BayBay</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev323pr___.png" alt="pregnancy due date" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow I will be 22 weeks pregnant. 22 weeks along...with my THIRD baby. I still sit down and try to soak it all in sometimes, completely amazed at God's timing and goodness to our family. I don't have as much time as I did with Cameron, or even Elly, to even think about being pregnant. In a lot of ways, this is a good thing - I have to put all systems on "bypass" when I'm too tired, hungry, or puffy to keep going :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month at our family reunion, my nephew came up to me, put his hands on my belly and said, "Aunt Michelle, you have such a big bay-bay!" I think I was about 17 weeks at the time. Oh, dear child, this is NOT a big baby. Check back in a few months, and I'll show you scary-big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm to the point now where my belly isn't the only thing growing, my legs and backside are following suit. (WHY???!!) I am already resigning to the reality of little to no sleep at night, because I can't get comfortable. My wedding ring fits once every two weeks, and it's a struggle to get it off again. Stretch marks have begun (each of my children gave me their own unique, precious version of these beauties).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with all of the less glamorous aspects of pregnancy hitting me full force, I'm still in awe of the process. The beauty and wonder that is carrying a child that God has created - a precious little spirit that He has entrusted to YOU. Making your babies big siblings. Seeing ten tiny fingers and toes, sweet little lips and a perfect little nose. THESE things are on my mind more now than they were the first two times around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most people know that when I say God has blessed us with children, I mean He has truly blessed and (perhaps) taken us a bit off guard with how quickly they've come into our life. I can think of no greater blessing (and sometimes, no greater challenge), than the gift of life, of a growing, loving family. After trying other ways, I can confidently say I'd much rather leave the planning for our family in His hands - He doesn't really mess these things up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have our major ultrasound next Tuesday. First and foremost, of course, we want a clean bill of health. We're also hoping for a really clear shot of baby so we can continue to plan and prepare, but per a previous u/s, we're pretty sure it's a boy. Another point for the Lord, He knows we're nearly fully prepared for a baby boy in the winter! I'll definitely post the ultrasound pictures when we get them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron and Elly are both CONSTANTLY kissing my belly, laying their head down and talking to the baby. I swear he kicks the most when he hears his siblings, especially Cameron (this was the same with Elly). They are going to be the most fantastic big sibs. I can't wait to see them each interact with the new baby. Cam is always asking me to shove a ball in his shirt so he can have a "baby brudder" too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest cravings have been more on the sweet side than the previous salty. Actually, more on the carb side in general. Cookies, cake, pop...I've been able to resist MOST of them. Another perk to having two babies already, I can't completely indulge and pig out...I must share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby weighs about one pound now. Can't wait to see you next week, little guy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sl_UqovjkUI/AAAAAAAAAlg/QQlKTVK8IJM/s1600-h/thebaybay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sl_UqovjkUI/AAAAAAAAAlg/QQlKTVK8IJM/s320/thebaybay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359235910550655298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The belly at 21 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Water-retaining face, hands and feet excluded. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-8432103697249347300?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/8432103697249347300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=8432103697249347300' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8432103697249347300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8432103697249347300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/07/baybay.html' title='The BayBay'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sl_UqovjkUI/AAAAAAAAAlg/QQlKTVK8IJM/s72-c/thebaybay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-1030728328494967292</id><published>2009-07-13T22:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:13:43.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Pies In July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Slv3e4ZBU6I/AAAAAAAAAlY/Ri6IKf0TkDo/s1600-h/pumpkinpies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Slv3e4ZBU6I/AAAAAAAAAlY/Ri6IKf0TkDo/s400/pumpkinpies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358148291592803234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See, I told ya!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest, most kissable babies I've ever seen!&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/703729226924968059-1030728328494967292?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/1030728328494967292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=1030728328494967292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/1030728328494967292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/1030728328494967292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/07/pumpkin-pies-in-july.html' title='Pumpkin Pies In July'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Slv3e4ZBU6I/AAAAAAAAAlY/Ri6IKf0TkDo/s72-c/pumpkinpies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-1538033049472397728</id><published>2009-07-12T16:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:07:03.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts On The Big P.T.</title><content type='html'>The big P.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, potty training? Have you tried it? NOT fun. I've just spent six days in a potty-soaked stupor, trying to encourage my 2 1/2 year old son to make use of the handy dandy disposal system we call the toilet. I came in armed with cute underwear for tiny buns, mountains of M&amp;amp;M's, stickers, an econo-sized jug of Resolve, and plenty of determination and enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I've been defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron is interested in using neither the potty chair nor the toilet, and he is also now scared and sneaky when it's time for him to relieve himself. We didn't do pull-ups, we did straight underwear for what surely could've been 3 weeks. I washed sheets, underwear, shorts and mattress pads like it was my sole occupation, and I scrubbed the most obscure corners of carpet where the little potty monster would escape to and do his dirty work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It apparently took me all of six days to fully grasp the fact that Cam is simply not ready to make this step. He does not get bothered by dirty or wet underwear. He gets scared when he hears his deposits go into the toilet and wants to be held. He runs away from me whenever I approach him because he fears I will run him to the bathroom for another try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accepting the fact that it's not quite time yet was certainly hard(est) for me. I wanted to be a great, encouraging mom...a cheerleader, supporter, and ever-patient saint who gently guided my son in the ways of the toilet. I feel most of all like I failed Cameron, so it was hard for me to resign to being done for a little while. I don't like to leave projects unfinished, and I HATE giving up on something I've set out to do. I'm an athlete, a competitor, a coach. I don't like failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's not time. It just can't be time! And if you can't train 'em, at least come up with entertaining antics to keep yourself from sitting down and rocking yourself to sleep on the cold tile floor :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of my observations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Most sweets, carbs, and definitely all fats should be removed from the home during potty training. I am pregnant and tending a little more toward these things than normal...but I'm pretty sure I gained 5 lbs. from the stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your nose starts to trick you. I kept asking Caleb, does this smell like pee? Every inch of absorbent material is a possible accident spot. Urine on the brain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Also, after this week, the smell of Resolve carpet cleaner = puke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Potty training makes everyone cry. Brother (EVERY TIME), mom, and sister. Maybe I'll just have Elly train Cameron?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Instead of the "potty train," I propose a re-naming to the "potty plane." Takeoff always makes you nervous, there will likely be much turbulence along the way...and there is always a chance you might crash&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, this mommy's potty plane/train/automobile crashed and burned. Here's to the next try (and perhaps some counseling...)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-1538033049472397728?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/1538033049472397728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=1538033049472397728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/1538033049472397728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/1538033049472397728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/07/thoughts-on-big-pt.html' title='Thoughts On The Big P.T.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-5485929139764775031</id><published>2009-07-09T23:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:53:35.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar &amp; Spice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlbIZk8V8cI/AAAAAAAAAkg/mUHOO9vlvOw/s1600-h/strikeapose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlbIZk8V8cI/AAAAAAAAAkg/mUHOO9vlvOw/s400/strikeapose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356689148542841282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Divas are not made, they are born."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Fiona Apple&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/703729226924968059-5485929139764775031?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/5485929139764775031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=5485929139764775031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/5485929139764775031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/5485929139764775031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/07/sugar-spice.html' title='Sugar &amp; Spice'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlbIZk8V8cI/AAAAAAAAAkg/mUHOO9vlvOw/s72-c/strikeapose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-2028128437138308441</id><published>2009-07-08T19:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:44:51.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.rbytes.net/full_screenshots/m/e/mechanical-clock-3d-screensave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://static.rbytes.net/full_screenshots/m/e/mechanical-clock-3d-screensave.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;At five minutes and six seconds past 4 a.m. today, it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;04:05:06 07/08/09.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Fun, random facts that lift me out of the dreary fog of pregnancy and potty training... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-2028128437138308441?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/2028128437138308441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=2028128437138308441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/2028128437138308441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/2028128437138308441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/07/did-you-know.html' title='Did You Know?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-4069699863330492354</id><published>2009-07-07T13:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T13:40:14.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Combos</title><content type='html'>My friend Mrs. B. posted such a &lt;a href="http://thestarcrossedblogger.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-combos.html"&gt;cute blog&lt;/a&gt; the other day that I decided to borrow her idea and post one of my own! It's similar to the "favorites" concept - my best combos. Thanks, Mrs. B.!&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/_OAimV_djm-8/SlORfMoj1gI/AAAAAAAAAkU/d2XFszGiroM/s1600-h/together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlORfMoj1gI/AAAAAAAAAkU/d2XFszGiroM/s320/together.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355784347026970114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brother + Sister + 17 months apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An intense relationship that most often results in lots of love :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://taylorshocks.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/2516_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 271px;" src="http://taylorshocks.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/2516_medium.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Texas Toast croutons&lt;br /&gt;+ chicken, romaine &amp;amp; caesar dressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The perfect ingredients for a fantastic summer supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlORe3ttr8I/AAAAAAAAAkM/s1tnEmvd-Vg/s1600-h/snugglinwithdad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlORe3ttr8I/AAAAAAAAAkM/s1tnEmvd-Vg/s320/snugglinwithdad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355784341411442626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddies + tickles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because nobody does it better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/4835826/coca-cola-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 317px;" src="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/4835826/coca-cola-main_Full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ice cold Coca-Cola + popcorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect for movie night or ANY night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlORd2miMJI/AAAAAAAAAj0/WG3UWCEdCVI/s1600-h/blueberriescam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlORd2miMJI/AAAAAAAAAj0/WG3UWCEdCVI/s320/blueberriescam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355784323933024402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlOReIk2aDI/AAAAAAAAAj8/zyj-yC2Jct4/s1600-h/blueberrieselly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlOReIk2aDI/AAAAAAAAAj8/zyj-yC2Jct4/s320/blueberrieselly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355784328757798962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sieh babies + blueberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm glad they're such an apparent "super food," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because Cam &amp;amp; Elly LOVE them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lukehakim.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/caramel-frappuccino1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://lukehakim.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/caramel-frappuccino1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caramel Frappuccino + solo grocery shopping trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two percent milk, of course. Nothin' light about it.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite kind of "mommy time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlOReni7_NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/G_nJt2rJVhM/s1600-h/unexpectedflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlOReni7_NI/AAAAAAAAAkE/G_nJt2rJVhM/s320/unexpectedflowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355784337071275218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Beautiful flowers + thoughtful husband&lt;br /&gt;+ no apparent reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enough said :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fun, huh? What are your best combos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-4069699863330492354?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/4069699863330492354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=4069699863330492354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4069699863330492354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4069699863330492354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-combos.html' title='Best Combos'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlORfMoj1gI/AAAAAAAAAkU/d2XFszGiroM/s72-c/together.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-6629671120381706001</id><published>2009-07-06T17:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:38:49.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Got The Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Elly Mariah is my little princess - she's a determined, strong little lady...but still a lady through and through. She loves to sing, try on necklaces, dress herself up and (try to dress up) her brother, pick up toys and put them in boxes and pretend to talk on the phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as looks, Elly has inherited pretty much ALL of Caleb's genes. Dark skin and dark-ish hair, longer face, brown eyes, height, etc., etc. However, her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expressions&lt;/span&gt; quite mirror her Mama's. One she is especially good at is the "Mom Look," the look you all know, the stern, raised eyebrows, don't-break-the-stare, "do that one more time and you're in for it" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give it to her, she gives it back. We have numerous staring contests...usually they end in one of us laughing. Oh, Lord help me through the teenage years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Miss Elly beginning to give me one of her "Mom Looks."&lt;br /&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/_OAimV_djm-8/SlJ8I7lE4kI/AAAAAAAAAjs/DuGzBrFwcFo/s1600-h/shehasthelook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlJ8I7lE4kI/AAAAAAAAAjs/DuGzBrFwcFo/s320/shehasthelook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355479399770939970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come on, Mom, make my day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(How can I not laugh?!)&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/703729226924968059-6629671120381706001?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/6629671120381706001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=6629671120381706001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/6629671120381706001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/6629671120381706001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/07/shes-got-look.html' title='She&apos;s Got The Look'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlJ8I7lE4kI/AAAAAAAAAjs/DuGzBrFwcFo/s72-c/shehasthelook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-948363125119578872</id><published>2009-07-05T17:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:56:06.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day</title><content type='html'>I hope you all had a relaxing 4th of July! We had a rainy, cloudy day, but I was overcome with emotion (always) as we celebrated. We hung out at home all morning and watched the rain come down, then headed to Denny's for lunch --right on the parade route in Apple Valley -- and satisfied MY pregnancy cravings (a sandwich with a juicy tomato - Caleb's order; pancakes - my order; and bacon - Cam's order).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exited the restaurant and watched just the beginning of what looked to be a fantastic parade because the kids were getting tired. Tears came to my eyes several times as the flags were presented by various groups, marching bands played familiar patriotic anthems and both current and retired soldiers waved and received applause. I am so very thankful for those who founded this country on Godly principles, those who have fallen and still fight to defend that freedom, and for my true freedom in Christ, without which my other rights and privileges would be far less rich. I am truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the evening with a dip in the pool (it was COLD but Caleb kept them moving), and burgers and hot dogs on the grill with baked beans and corn on the cob. Angel food cake and strawberries for dessert. A fun, fulfilling family day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get many pics of our day (I am coming down with a cold - five THOUSAND times worse when you're pregnant), but I thought it was fun to compare shots of the kids from 2008 to this year. Funny how much they change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Independence Day!&lt;br /&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/_OAimV_djm-8/SlEsXtNSV_I/AAAAAAAAAjU/i4HYPkfjdIA/s1600-h/ells.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlEsXtNSV_I/AAAAAAAAAjU/i4HYPkfjdIA/s320/ells.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355110217704167410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elly, July 2008 (almost 2 months old)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlEsXdwBYHI/AAAAAAAAAjM/EUTYK9AriUs/s1600-h/cam.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlEsXdwBYHI/AAAAAAAAAjM/EUTYK9AriUs/s320/cam.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355110213554888818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cameron, July 2008 (1 1/2 years old)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlEsXs6J8LI/AAAAAAAAAjc/udIRRVHGiss/s1600-h/mylilfirecracker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlEsXs6J8LI/AAAAAAAAAjc/udIRRVHGiss/s320/mylilfirecracker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355110217623924914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elly, July 4, 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My little firecracker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlEsX-F3qLI/AAAAAAAAAjk/zRW8nICDEME/s1600-h/the+duo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlEsX-F3qLI/AAAAAAAAAjk/zRW8nICDEME/s320/the+duo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355110222236461234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The duo, mesmerized by Mickey Mouse.&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/703729226924968059-948363125119578872?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/948363125119578872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=948363125119578872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/948363125119578872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/948363125119578872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/07/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlEsXtNSV_I/AAAAAAAAAjU/i4HYPkfjdIA/s72-c/ells.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-1696835036963590637</id><published>2009-07-01T20:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T08:12:19.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's In A Zoo?</title><content type='html'>Caleb had the day off on Monday, so we made our way to the [free!] Como Zoo in Saint Paul. Cam has been really into animals lately, especially ones that say "RAWR!" (Lions, tigers, bears, etc.) This zoo doesn't have TONS of animals, but was perfect to appease Cameron without wearing this pregnant mom down too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Cam was enthralled by the tigers, but also loved the fish, monkeys, zebras and giraffes. When we ask him now what he saw at the zoo, he'll list of three or four animals (some of which were NOT actually at the zoo), then he'll say "and da BIG poops!" Apparently the large piles of giraffe and zebra dung on display made a huge impact on him! Leave it to the boy to remember POOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elly had fun riding around on Caleb's shoulders and enjoying her goldfish snacks and apple juice - my kind of girl :) All in all, it was a super-fun family day! We'll be heading back soon!!&lt;br /&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/_OAimV_djm-8/SkwVsucBonI/AAAAAAAAAik/Q8C1WrAB6ZM/s1600-h/watchingtheseals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkwVsucBonI/AAAAAAAAAik/Q8C1WrAB6ZM/s320/watchingtheseals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353677915160683122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watching the seals eat their afternoon snack and do some tricks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkwVs7VA-GI/AAAAAAAAAis/B9KRosu3JjM/s1600-h/daddylooney1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkwVs7VA-GI/AAAAAAAAAis/B9KRosu3JjM/s320/daddylooney1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353677918620940386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The best view of the zoo is from Daddy's shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkwVtolVDUI/AAAAAAAAAi8/YL0sXs5OrQ8/s1600-h/camsfave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkwVtolVDUI/AAAAAAAAAi8/YL0sXs5OrQ8/s320/camsfave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353677930768960834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cam's FAVORITE stop of the day&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poor guy just paced and paced along the same path!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkwVtDZ0ZUI/AAAAAAAAAi0/vjYdtHCOeRA/s1600-h/tigersaysrawr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkwVtDZ0ZUI/AAAAAAAAAi0/vjYdtHCOeRA/s320/tigersaysrawr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353677920788571458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Telling me what the tiger says..."RAWWR!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkwVtkhf_bI/AAAAAAAAAjE/ZEghsKd1fkY/s1600-h/daddylooney2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkwVtkhf_bI/AAAAAAAAAjE/ZEghsKd1fkY/s320/daddylooney2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353677929679158706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Super Girl and her sidekick&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/703729226924968059-1696835036963590637?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/1696835036963590637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=1696835036963590637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/1696835036963590637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/1696835036963590637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-in-zoo.html' title='What&apos;s In A Zoo?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkwVsucBonI/AAAAAAAAAik/Q8C1WrAB6ZM/s72-c/watchingtheseals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-8282238351660315139</id><published>2009-07-01T20:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:21:04.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Superfan</title><content type='html'>'Tis [apparently] the season for Cameron videos. Here, he uses his incredibly perceptive little brain to name almost half of the Minnesota Twins lineup off our 2008 calendar. I'm so glad he's learning the important things in life... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8efa022883e8a87f" 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.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8efa022883e8a87f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875561%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A3D6779017C5D280463CDC439AA794FD2BD223C.851D70EC17D23DCD48F1B3CB70C63A34A5CFF419%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8efa022883e8a87f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLe6OzjjbyQ1q04DdEhfqubjRiys&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.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8efa022883e8a87f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875561%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A3D6779017C5D280463CDC439AA794FD2BD223C.851D70EC17D23DCD48F1B3CB70C63A34A5CFF419%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8efa022883e8a87f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLe6OzjjbyQ1q04DdEhfqubjRiys&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you can't understand the players' names, they are: Joe Nathan (on cover), Justin Morneau, Joe Nathan (in calendar), Michael Cuddyer, and of course JOE MAUER! I can't tell if he knows them by their numbers or the way they look (or, perhaps, he just has the order memorized, although he can point them out on TV, too)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things you learn during Daddy time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-8282238351660315139?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8efa022883e8a87f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/8282238351660315139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=8282238351660315139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8282238351660315139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8282238351660315139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/07/superfan.html' title='Superfan'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-5638043735453024443</id><published>2009-07-01T13:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:16:48.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greater Things</title><content type='html'>I think most of you Iowa bloggers (any maybe even some Minnesotans) know about the fatal shooting of Aplington-Parkersburg Head Football Coach Ed Thomas last week. He was an incredible man, one of Caleb's coaching role models, and outspoken about his faith. Last May, the A-P community was hit with a devatasting tornado that flattened a majority of the town. Thomas was a huge leader in the school and town re-build.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Thomas' former players has been charged in the shooting. I heard someone say that as he was being arrested for another crime the week prior to the shooting, he said something about doing the "devil's work." I'm certain this is a situation the devil wants to turn into a hopeless, dark disaster...but I know that the Lord works in the midst of these tragedies to bring life and healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral was full of past and current A-P football players, as well as players and coaches from neighboring communities. When someone lives their life for God in the way Coach Thomas did, the devil doesn't have a foothold! People knew what he was about, what he stood for. He was a fantastic coach, but that wasn't where his HOPE came from. I still get overcome with sadness for the A-P athletes and Coach Thomas' family and friends...but this man has set up the framework for greater things to come even as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;result &lt;/span&gt;of his absence. Because his hope, drive and passion came from an eternal source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qHNrsGfsPpQ"&gt;this song (God of This City)&lt;/a&gt; on the radio for the first time the day after the shooting. I love Chris Tomlin's lyrics, always, but this song especially caught me. I think it can apply to so many situations...large cities full of poverty and disaster, mission fields with a deep need for Jesus, etc. But Parkersburg has now suffered a natural disaster and the murder of one of their town's "pillars." YET - God has even greater things in their community. I can almost hear Coach Thomas speaking this to his players and community - urging them to believe and engage. You must listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an athlete from a neighboring community, I'm sure I only knew a fraction of what this amazing man stood for. But because his roots were so deep in Christ and his community, I can't help but be driven and inspired by his work and his legacy. A coach, friend, father and grandfather whose life was, perhaps, cut short by earthly standards, but whose ministry will continue far beyond his physical passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports Illustrated wrote a fantastic article, you can read it &lt;a href="http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2009/football/nfl/06/29/thomas.ap/index.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. My thoughts and prayers continue to go out to all involved in this situation. As a former athlete and a current coach, it has been on my heart constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The June 29 edition of the Waterloo Courier states that there is a sign on I-57 in Parkersburg that reads, "God has a plan for us." - Ed Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addendum to this post: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My college friend, Alicia, let me know that "God of This City" was not written by Chris Tomlin, but by a band called Blue Tree. Actually, she interviewed them! Read the story behind this impactful song on her blog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://fedellhouse.blogspot.com/2009/04/god-of-this-city.html"&gt;Virginia Living&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Thanks, Alicia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-5638043735453024443?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/5638043735453024443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=5638043735453024443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/5638043735453024443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/5638043735453024443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/07/greater-things.html' title='Greater Things'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-6579760580010047984</id><published>2009-06-26T20:54:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:42:27.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Rats</title><content type='html'>Cameron &amp;amp; Elly have spent the ENTIRE past week in the pool! We've been blessed with great weather here up North - warm enough that you need to be in the water to be comfortable, but not unbearably hot. (When I want to jump in, you know it's gotta be prime conditions)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some pics of them today...the weatherman says we'll be cooling down 10-15 degrees for the weekend :) Note: I usually clothe my children in swimsuits, but Caleb hung Cam's trunks on the back of the van to dry last night...I didn't know this and we made a quick grocery run this morning! We lost them somewhere along the way!!! Cam does have another pair that were in the wash...but we just bummed it in swim diapers today. They're so cute with their matching blue backsides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy...we've had a fantastic week outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351822642501968402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkV-VpM44hI/AAAAAAAAAiU/NGpLeQbFG08/s320/actionshot.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Action shot - Cam jumping in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351822639327377170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkV-VdYAdxI/AAAAAAAAAiM/muHIubIvz1g/s320/aquagirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elly got braver by the minute!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351822639224454658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkV-Vc_d_gI/AAAAAAAAAiE/q8KlXXZO1ZQ/s320/aquaboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Showing off for the camera&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351822632853682082" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkV-VFQjt6I/AAAAAAAAAh8/RYDRtb6NA-M/s320/hanginon.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm tuckered out mom...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351822630431580898" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkV-U8PFYuI/AAAAAAAAAh0/uiNVuJlWpmY/s320/heardamoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cam keeps insisting he can "hear da moon!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's an airplane, Bubba! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No amount of explaining could convince him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351821494464739906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkV9S0be-kI/AAAAAAAAAhU/bZSOK8y13qU/s320/longdayinthepool.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Even the most devoted pool rats need a break.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351821497889141666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkV9TBL7M6I/AAAAAAAAAhc/oZvI90yc_u0/s320/tiredprincess.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The princess takes her seat&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351821505466421122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkV9TdafT4I/AAAAAAAAAhs/QFB2mvYC0cE/s320/popsiclestogether.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Popsicle time! The sticks become "boats" afterwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351821501765623570" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 242px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkV9TPoJnxI/AAAAAAAAAhk/6-gfvHmjJR4/s320/summerkisses.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet kisses, poolside&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/703729226924968059-6579760580010047984?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/6579760580010047984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=6579760580010047984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/6579760580010047984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/6579760580010047984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/06/pool-rats.html' title='Pool Rats'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkV-VpM44hI/AAAAAAAAAiU/NGpLeQbFG08/s72-c/actionshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-6139333018343064089</id><published>2009-06-25T21:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:29:55.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diva Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkQx_rAXE4I/AAAAAAAAAgk/VfQS3MknqSk/s1600-h/newhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351457227168748418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkQx_rAXE4I/AAAAAAAAAgk/VfQS3MknqSk/s400/newhat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got a new MN Twins hat at the reunion!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(My posts have been a little light on Elly lately, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so I had to squeeze this in!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkQx4YislPI/AAAAAAAAAgc/kTrm26J8BEU/s1600-h/newhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-6139333018343064089?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/6139333018343064089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=6139333018343064089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/6139333018343064089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/6139333018343064089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/06/diva-update.html' title='Diva Update'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkQx_rAXE4I/AAAAAAAAAgk/VfQS3MknqSk/s72-c/newhat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-5639297878748456648</id><published>2009-06-25T20:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:24:53.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Jay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Due to the craziness (two weddings and a reunion) of the past three weeks at our house, I neglected to blog on my brother's birthday! I have some things I want to say, though, continuing in my &lt;a href="http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-laura.html"&gt;earlier-proclaimed blogging tradition&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jay will be a sophomore this Fall at North Central University. He ran XC and played baseball last year, and is currently majoring in Elementary Education. He is 7 years younger than I, and our birthdays are just one day apart - we've been birthday buddies since he was born :) I believe he had a sometimes-tumultous childhood, growing up with THREE sisters, but he prevailed and has grown into a handsome, mature, loving and caring young man. Being surrounded by sisters isn't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jay has the &lt;strong&gt;greatest&lt;/strong&gt; smile. Both my parents have fantastic smiles, too, so he inherited the gift. The whole room lights up when he smiles!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is the most grateful dinner guest you'll ever encounter. He eats anything and everything with enthusiasm! He joined us for meals a few times last year, and always took home leftovers and made me feel like a four-star chef :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He has an incredible work ethic, mental and physical strength. He's in for the long haul when he commits to something, and doesn't do anything half-heartedly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jay shares my affinity for animated movies from our childhood. Another side-effect of growing up with 3 sisters...he can quote EVERY Disney movie, (shhhh, even the princess ones), and more obscure selections such as "All Dogs Go To Heaven," and "The Secret of Nimh." Quality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He can make a mean batch of Mac n' Cheese. His version is often requested by family. Same with Ramen noodles :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's consistent. Steady Eddie. Rock solid. Doesn't sweat the small stuff...something I need to work on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jay has an incredible relationship with the Lord. It was a true blessing to watch his faith grow this past year. He has an open heart and a huge faith, and God has used and will use him in huge ways.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jay is a born teacher. I've noticed this ever since he was a little guy and entertaining the littlest ones at church. He has the ability to captivate people, earn their respect and address their needs. He has a passion to see young men grow in their relationship with the Lord, and I'm so proud of him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's a great athlete, strong and solid. He's never met a sport he couldn't play, and play well. Yet, he's always been a team player and encourager to those around him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He loves to play Cribbage, just like his big sis :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is a Super-Uncle! Cam and Elly are both head-over-heels in love with him...he plays with them for hours, knows what their favorites are, and truly enjoys his time with them. He even babysat once and found himself in the midst of TWO dirty diapers - prevailed - and I came home to two happy, clean babies! How many 19-year-old uncles can do &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;??!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jay is younger than I am, but wise beyond his years, hungry for the things of God, a true friend and loyal brother. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love you, Jay! I know you had a good birthday with prime rib and Chapel ice cream, so I hope the rest of your June is fantastic, too. You are a true blessing to Caleb, Cameron, Elly and I, and we can't wait to see more of you in a couple months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351454606586628306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkQvnIk5SNI/AAAAAAAAAgU/JFdEdTEHH74/s320/iloveuncjay.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cam and his "Unca Jay." March 2009.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351454597697008802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkQvmndcdKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/rvN-LChQ69s/s320/sibs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Beichley sibs. He loves his sisters :) June 2009.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351454602555240066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkQvm5jvLoI/AAAAAAAAAgM/0lRnMowNDoQ/s320/loveunclejay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snugglin' with Ells &amp;amp; Cam. May 2009.&lt;/em&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/703729226924968059-5639297878748456648?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/5639297878748456648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=5639297878748456648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/5639297878748456648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/5639297878748456648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-jay.html' title='Happy Birthday, Jay!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkQvnIk5SNI/AAAAAAAAAgU/JFdEdTEHH74/s72-c/iloveuncjay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-1839881938283706492</id><published>2009-06-24T11:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:14:58.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Buddies</title><content type='html'>Cameron's cousin, Malachi, was born exactly two weeks before he was. We knew from the start that these two were bound to be not just cousins, but great friends. As they grow, it's so much fun to see them interact, become partners in crime, and look forward to seeing each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was the Gutierrez Reunion, and Malachi hung out with us for quite a bit of it. He and Cam had SO MUCH fun running around outside and playing in the pool together! Here's a few pics of them - best buddies!&lt;br /&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/_OAimV_djm-8/SkJP_BLFh2I/AAAAAAAAAfU/XWiHrMTqbaM/s1600-h/juicebuddies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkJP_BLFh2I/AAAAAAAAAfU/XWiHrMTqbaM/s320/juicebuddies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350927251334858594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juice box buddies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkJP_YOrNEI/AAAAAAAAAfc/VCBK07YVrcc/s1600-h/cabelasbuddies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkJP_YOrNEI/AAAAAAAAAfc/VCBK07YVrcc/s320/cabelasbuddies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350927257523926082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Exploring buddies (@ Cabela's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkJP_oMlGzI/AAAAAAAAAfk/tcW5wVNkx58/s1600-h/ridingawaychi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkJP_oMlGzI/AAAAAAAAAfk/tcW5wVNkx58/s320/ridingawaychi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350927261810105138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And another fun thing that happens when buddies get together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkJP_3MikgI/AAAAAAAAAfs/iwJi7Fq7W-o/s1600-h/ridingawaycam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkJP_3MikgI/AAAAAAAAAfs/iwJi7Fq7W-o/s320/ridingawaycam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350927265836470786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...everyone sleeps well!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-673d6dfaa20f300a" 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://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D673d6dfaa20f300a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875561%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D419A7BDC83F45118572BBA96D844A05A0C1A6F07.3E9E6F18512D30B1F043351CA4D6CCF87515B198%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D673d6dfaa20f300a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlqG5nHfEXIJgW_9PJZJcI_3mY_8&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://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D673d6dfaa20f300a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875561%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D419A7BDC83F45118572BBA96D844A05A0C1A6F07.3E9E6F18512D30B1F043351CA4D6CCF87515B198%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D673d6dfaa20f300a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlqG5nHfEXIJgW_9PJZJcI_3mY_8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This video was taken the first morning of the reunion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cam is telling Caleb that Malachi (Ty-Chi) is his best buddy in the WHOLE WORLD!&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/703729226924968059-1839881938283706492?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=673d6dfaa20f300a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/1839881938283706492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=1839881938283706492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/1839881938283706492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/1839881938283706492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-buddies.html' title='Best Buddies'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SkJP_BLFh2I/AAAAAAAAAfU/XWiHrMTqbaM/s72-c/juicebuddies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-7369019832134613631</id><published>2009-06-12T10:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:13:12.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>June 12, 2004</title><content type='html'>Today is also our 5th wedding anniversary. 5 years, 2.5 kids...not too bad :) Things have changed SO MUCH since 2004. On that day, I thought I knew Caleb&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so well&lt;/span&gt;...ah, young love! Happy Anniversary, babe, there's no one else I'd rather have by my side!&lt;br /&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/_OAimV_djm-8/SjJ8e4eso4I/AAAAAAAAAfM/LJEj5hWxiaA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjJ8e4eso4I/AAAAAAAAAfM/LJEj5hWxiaA/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346472577641259906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The whole party&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjJ8HC0b94I/AAAAAAAAAfE/qCVkZPtWZkg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjJ8HC0b94I/AAAAAAAAAfE/qCVkZPtWZkg/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346472168099936130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The word "skinny" comes to mind&lt;/span&gt;... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjJ8G3NizvI/AAAAAAAAAe8/_VMRv5CdWNM/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjJ8G3NizvI/AAAAAAAAAe8/_VMRv5CdWNM/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346472164984016626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's MY man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjJ8G2K4scI/AAAAAAAAAe0/KhL3SIbP8EA/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjJ8G2K4scI/AAAAAAAAAe0/KhL3SIbP8EA/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346472164704432578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Long veil and heavy bouquet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjJ8GtPaIwI/AAAAAAAAAes/hFrUwSs-bDE/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjJ8GtPaIwI/AAAAAAAAAes/hFrUwSs-bDE/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346472162307482370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Squeeze me a 'lil tighter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjJ8GTzwtjI/AAAAAAAAAek/GQjTb-hKDSs/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjJ8GTzwtjI/AAAAAAAAAek/GQjTb-hKDSs/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346472155480634930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Five years today, many more to come!!&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/703729226924968059-7369019832134613631?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/7369019832134613631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=7369019832134613631' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/7369019832134613631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/7369019832134613631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-12-2004.html' title='June 12, 2004'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjJ8e4eso4I/AAAAAAAAAfM/LJEj5hWxiaA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-6814223476055681926</id><published>2009-06-12T10:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:19:24.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Der-Day</title><content type='html'>Today is my Grandpa (Cam &amp;amp; Elly's Great-Grandpa) Shouse's birthday! Cameron will sing Happy Birthday "Der-Day" at any opportunity, so for the past couple weeks we've been singing it to Grandpa. Of course, once I tried to video him, he clammed up, so I had to help a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after he gets done singing (not on the video), he says, "have cake??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GRANDPA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-52925c6225358f4" 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://v16.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D052925c6225358f4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875561%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D668B49E7E05140D2B7B5471B4E4F53BA3D04C01A.368828F3C1A83EF1ED6EE07AB98E61C8DAEEE9C7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D52925c6225358f4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHZocoq6LEWVdb8npY4oSQSZJuVs&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://v16.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D052925c6225358f4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329875561%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D668B49E7E05140D2B7B5471B4E4F53BA3D04C01A.368828F3C1A83EF1ED6EE07AB98E61C8DAEEE9C7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D52925c6225358f4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHZocoq6LEWVdb8npY4oSQSZJuVs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-6814223476055681926?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=52925c6225358f4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/6814223476055681926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=6814223476055681926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/6814223476055681926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/6814223476055681926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-der-day.html' title='Happy Der-Day'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-6485998446691215127</id><published>2009-06-10T21:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:41:21.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>June 6, 2009</title><content type='html'>Brett and Laura's wedding went off without a hitch last weekend! We had a big week of preparation, a bridal hairstyle the morning OF the wedding that we had to re-do, and a screaming flower girl, but it all added up to a picture-perfect day, a fun gathering of family and friends, and a Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. who were truly in love! We were honored to be a part of their special day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see even more pics here: &lt;a href="http://brettandlauraevans.shutterfly.com/"&gt;brettandlauraevans.shutterfly.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4JMajP5I/AAAAAAAAAbc/LTAUOj97SPY/s1600-h/beautiful+bride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4JMajP5I/AAAAAAAAAbc/LTAUOj97SPY/s320/beautiful+bride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345904857035521938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The beautiful bride! Isn't the dress p-e-r-f-e-c-t??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4JVGgpII/AAAAAAAAAbk/6i4OtPWLhhc/s1600-h/the+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4JVGgpII/AAAAAAAAAbk/6i4OtPWLhhc/s320/the+party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345904859367384194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The wedding party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4JcV5mGI/AAAAAAAAAbs/oDNN5AVEJZo/s1600-h/sibs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4JcV5mGI/AAAAAAAAAbs/oDNN5AVEJZo/s320/sibs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345904861310982242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The siblings, all grown up&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4JqeHtTI/AAAAAAAAAb0/aEhB80kgogE/s1600-h/kisses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4JqeHtTI/AAAAAAAAAb0/aEhB80kgogE/s320/kisses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345904865103557938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kisses for the bride!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4J0hJyGI/AAAAAAAAAb8/gZyNKCbEiCk/s1600-h/cute+couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4J0hJyGI/AAAAAAAAAb8/gZyNKCbEiCk/s320/cute+couple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345904867800631394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Brett Evans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4WIxME4I/AAAAAAAAAck/k-fD4a0UcZA/s1600-h/the+crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4WIxME4I/AAAAAAAAAck/k-fD4a0UcZA/s320/the+crew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345905079395029890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The bride and groom and their miniatures.&lt;br /&gt;Elly was havin' NONE of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4ViA7D-I/AAAAAAAAAcE/oiLFFtzCfv8/s1600-h/bike+fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4ViA7D-I/AAAAAAAAAcE/oiLFFtzCfv8/s320/bike+fam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345905068992040930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The ever-expanding (in my case, literally) Beichley fam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4V5frNSI/AAAAAAAAAcU/YacIrQ2m3Oc/s1600-h/practicing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4V5frNSI/AAAAAAAAAcU/YacIrQ2m3Oc/s320/practicing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345905075295040802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cam practices for his big moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He was a smashing success, he hammed it up while Elly wailed the entire way down the aisle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4V-j7_dI/AAAAAAAAAcc/fKWyN32HuqY/s1600-h/snoozin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4V-j7_dI/AAAAAAAAAcc/fKWyN32HuqY/s320/snoozin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345905076655095250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Dad takes a little snooze...&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4VqqRRvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/JYYbaNrneIw/s1600-h/looney+and+grandpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4VqqRRvI/AAAAAAAAAcM/JYYbaNrneIw/s320/looney+and+grandpa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345905071312946930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elly plays peek-a-boo with Great-Grandpa and her shiny shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is one of my favorite pictures. Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4ocGBBdI/AAAAAAAAAc8/a2ZlsKgYH-Y/s1600-h/the+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4ocGBBdI/AAAAAAAAAc8/a2ZlsKgYH-Y/s320/the+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345905393820304850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beautiful cake table and simple cake, just like Laura wanted it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4oPi3Y8I/AAAAAAAAAc0/sBHQBS6qDqE/s1600-h/jay+and+laura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4oPi3Y8I/AAAAAAAAAc0/sBHQBS6qDqE/s320/jay+and+laura.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345905390451647426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hugging Jay - such cutie pies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4n0RlgbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/CXV8PVaY1ro/s1600-h/with+mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4n0RlgbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/CXV8PVaY1ro/s320/with+mom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345905383131414962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me, Sonya &amp;amp; Mom at the reception. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything went just as planned and was beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&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/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4ovA7rFI/AAAAAAAAAdE/qcCXz-Q2UIk/s1600-h/the+getaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4ovA7rFI/AAAAAAAAAdE/qcCXz-Q2UIk/s320/the+getaway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345905398899256402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The getaway! They drove all the way to Kansas City that night to catch a 6am flight to Cancun!&lt;br /&gt;Bon Voyage and LOVE YOU, sister &amp;amp; new brother!&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/703729226924968059-6485998446691215127?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/6485998446691215127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=6485998446691215127' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/6485998446691215127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/6485998446691215127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-6-2009.html' title='June 6, 2009'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SjB4JMajP5I/AAAAAAAAAbc/LTAUOj97SPY/s72-c/beautiful+bride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-8892402819993199056</id><published>2009-05-28T10:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T11:03:09.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>80 Pecent Sure...</title><content type='html'>...We're having another BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only 15 weeks along, but had some initial internal bleeding that the OB wanted to keep his eye on, so we got an early peek at the baby today! The tech said she may not be able to see anything, but that she'd tell me if she could. Even I could see that there was a suspicious little "something" that kept appearing around the legs and tummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me, "Don't buy blue yet, but I'd say there's a little boy in there!" I said, "Don't worry, we're not buying ANYTHING!" (PTL) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb is SUPER excited, I'm very excited, a boy is what I guessed based on comparing this pregnancy to my previous two. Cam will have a baby brother and Elly will reign as House Princess :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord, for a healthy baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-8892402819993199056?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/8892402819993199056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=8892402819993199056' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8892402819993199056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8892402819993199056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/05/80-pecent-sure.html' title='80 Pecent Sure...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-6701694589783015983</id><published>2009-05-21T01:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:07:20.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/ShTvO21FoLI/AAAAAAAAAas/nUfHBTzMh7Y/s1600-h/twinsprecious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/ShTvO21FoLI/AAAAAAAAAas/nUfHBTzMh7Y/s400/twinsprecious.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338154496856268978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They're perfect, no?&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/703729226924968059-6701694589783015983?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/6701694589783015983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=6701694589783015983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/6701694589783015983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/6701694589783015983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-them.html' title='Love Them'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/ShTvO21FoLI/AAAAAAAAAas/nUfHBTzMh7Y/s72-c/twinsprecious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-8090076776148828178</id><published>2009-05-19T19:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:08:05.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Popsicles On The Deck</title><content type='html'>I was so proud of Minnesota today...we made it to 97 degrees! This is the warmest it's been since July of 2007!! And in May! We soaked up all the Vitamin D we could today, first a playdate with friends Jackson and Anderson, then an afternoon outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temp was still hovering around 90 at 6:30, so after supper, I gave Cam &amp;amp; Ells each their own popsicle to enjoy! I don't know that Cameron ever got a popsicle all to himself (to have and to hold) last summer, so he didn't know what to do at first! Elly got the hang of it right away, and 10 minutes later, I had two incredibly happy, extremely sticky babies to pop into the bathtub. I gave the deck a little shower, too. :) Summer fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My popsicles of choice: Target brand Tropical Pops! $1.79 for 24 pops without icky flavors like banana and root beer (think strawberry kiwi, pina colada, pineapple, etc.!) Yum.&lt;br /&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/_OAimV_djm-8/ShNW8F52N0I/AAAAAAAAAaU/54zQRLnqpUk/s1600-h/popsicles1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/ShNW8F52N0I/AAAAAAAAAaU/54zQRLnqpUk/s320/popsicles1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337705573741115202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/ShNW8FKhQ6I/AAAAAAAAAac/9l0dp3IdkkA/s1600-h/popsicles2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/ShNW8FKhQ6I/AAAAAAAAAac/9l0dp3IdkkA/s320/popsicles2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337705573542609826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I eat fast enough, can I have another?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/ShNW8VNpzPI/AAAAAAAAAak/yfQrQn9MTj8/s1600-h/popsicles3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/ShNW8VNpzPI/AAAAAAAAAak/yfQrQn9MTj8/s320/popsicles3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337705577850719474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mmmmm! The messier, the tastier&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/703729226924968059-8090076776148828178?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/8090076776148828178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=8090076776148828178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8090076776148828178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8090076776148828178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/05/popsicles-on-deck.html' title='Popsicles On The Deck'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/ShNW8F52N0I/AAAAAAAAAaU/54zQRLnqpUk/s72-c/popsicles1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-4559608476009825884</id><published>2009-05-17T20:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:43:07.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Today Was Great...</title><content type='html'>...My husband didn't have to work! Church, lunch, playtime...all day with Caleb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...It was baptism day at church. L-O-V-E water baptisms and hearing people's stories. I am always blessed, I always cry. Good, good, good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Prepared lunch last night - just re-heat and serve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Found out that my sister's BFF and bridesmaid ordered a dress TWO SIZES too big for Laura's wedding, so we can switcheroo and my belly is accommodated, and this mistake turns out to be a huge blessing to the ever-expanding-sister-bridesmaid who ordered her dress before she knew she was pregnant :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Great deal on a comfortable, supportive pair of sandals at Kohl's, plus an extra 30% off! An hour of [solo] window shopping and browsing included. Happy continued Mother's Day to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...A walk to the park and happy kiddos playing on BIG slides (Daddy is tall enough to assist).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Grilled chicken ceasar salad for supper -- a warm weather family favorite. YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Cameron stays dry ALL AFTERNOON and goes legitimate potty on the toilet before bed. I know, it's probably a mere flash in the ongoing blackness...but today is a great day and this just made it better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Malts before bed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Husband and I watch NBA playoff game before peacefully drifting off to sleep (OK - not a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect &lt;/span&gt;day...I'm not gonna complain!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your Sundays were as fantastic as mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/703729226924968059-4559608476009825884?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/4559608476009825884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=4559608476009825884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4559608476009825884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/4559608476009825884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-today-was-great.html' title='Why Today Was Great...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-703729226924968059.post-8605262333822021582</id><published>2009-05-16T15:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:28:08.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins Win!</title><content type='html'>The day after her first birthday (May 14), Elly got the chance to go to her very FIRST Minnesota Twins game! One of Caleb's co-workers got us free tickets in the 32nd row - perfect seats because we were right next to a staircase and in the back of the section so we could stand up if needed! Thanks KK, it was such a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were close enough to the field that Cameron could identify Joe Mauer when he came up to bat and caught!! The Twins made an awesome comeback in the 7th inning and won the game, 6-5. Caleb made us stay and I was so glad! Cam &amp;amp; Elly got a little fed up around the 6th inning, but then Elly fell asleep on me and Cam got really into the cheering and whistling everyone was doing to fire up the team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the backpack so stuffed with snacks that the security guard laughed at me when he searched it before I went in! Let's say the kids didn't get too hungry :) We got a beverage and a hot dog for Cam &amp;amp; Elly to share, but didn't deal with any other stadium food (too expensive, and too close quarters to guarantee non-spillage!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We truly had a blast! Like I said before, Elly fell asleep in the seventh inning and stayed asleep almost the whole way to the car...so she got quite a few "Awwwws" along the way! She looked so precious in her Twins shirt and white bow! We got home that night and ate grilled steaks (we saved them for a special night!), salad and red potatoes. We finished the night with strawberries and ice cream! It was a wonderful celebration and great to spend a whole day with Caleb as he's been putting in mega hours at work lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again, KK (and Kris) for the tickets and for being such a good sport sitting with the CraSiehs the whole game! We had an awesome time celebrating our sweet Miss Ellly!&lt;br /&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/_OAimV_djm-8/Sg8cInma0jI/AAAAAAAAAY8/pos3p1BNs64/s1600-h/oneyrandonedayold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sg8cInma0jI/AAAAAAAAAY8/pos3p1BNs64/s320/oneyrandonedayold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336515017851982386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All dressed and ready to cheer on the Twins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sg8cIkpeGTI/AAAAAAAAAZE/9hWo5aVKaKc/s1600-h/twins1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sg8cIkpeGTI/AAAAAAAAAZE/9hWo5aVKaKc/s320/twins1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336515017059473714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uh...was I supposed to be enjoying this baseball game??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sg8cI4apqVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/nTLoNBWTFNI/s1600-h/twins2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sg8cI4apqVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/nTLoNBWTFNI/s320/twins2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336515022366026066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elly with the right hook to brother's face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sg8cIyj15eI/AAAAAAAAAZU/GLySZkyDWHw/s1600-h/twins3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sg8cIyj15eI/AAAAAAAAAZU/GLySZkyDWHw/s320/twins3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336515020793964002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My plan worked, haha! Now I have the seat ALL to myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sg8cI39jn8I/AAAAAAAAAZc/A_jEMMXLyr4/s1600-h/twins4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sg8cI39jn8I/AAAAAAAAAZc/A_jEMMXLyr4/s320/twins4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336515022243995586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The joke's on you, Elly! I got fruit snacks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Check out these seats, amazing!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sg8cO4fQeGI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Vcksn7rDDK4/s1600-h/twins5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sg8cO4fQeGI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Vcksn7rDDK4/s320/twins5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336515125464561762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now we both got Daddy. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Getting sleepy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sg8cPLm672I/AAAAAAAAAZs/FtksN8_68pA/s1600-h/twinsfam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sg8cPLm672I/AAAAAAAAAZs/FtksN8_68pA/s320/twinsfam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336515130596978530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Twins-loving fam!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great memories!&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/703729226924968059-8605262333822021582?l=alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/feeds/8605262333822021582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=703729226924968059&amp;postID=8605262333822021582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8605262333822021582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/703729226924968059/posts/default/8605262333822021582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittlebitcrasieh.blogspot.com/2009/05/twins-win_16.html' title='Twins Win!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04668963778456609953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/SlvsJIU4YXI/AAAAAAAAAko/rHStq2c-3SY/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OAimV_djm-8/Sg8cInma0jI/AAAAAAAAAY8/pos3p1BNs64/s72-c/oneyrandonedayold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
