<?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-9044172704420787616</id><updated>2012-02-01T13:35:55.820-05:00</updated><category term='babysitters'/><category term='ultrasound'/><category term='movies'/><category term='mothering moments'/><category term='lost children'/><category term='sand'/><category term='death'/><category term='encouragement'/><category term='rainy days'/><category term='baby dedication'/><category term='lasts'/><category term='mom time'/><category term='kittens'/><category term='airplane ride'/><category term='summer'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='grandparents'/><category term='Grandparents Day'/><category 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term='Cabo'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='dog bites'/><category term='anniversaries'/><category term='Deacon Liam'/><category term='Disney'/><category term='kaiya'/><category term='Father&apos;s Day'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='strawberry jam'/><category term='kids activities'/><category term='family devotions'/><category term='hospital'/><category term='Riveria Maya'/><category term='kindergarten'/><category term='songs'/><category term='trust'/><category term='Big Brothers Big Sisters'/><category term='Orlando'/><category term='business trips'/><category term='working around the house'/><category term='winter'/><category term='organizing'/><category term='kevin'/><category term='Northwestern Mutual'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='dancing'/><category term='Alabama'/><category term='Spring fever'/><category term='our marriage'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='football'/><category term='the pool'/><category term='household projects'/><category term='VBS'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='friends'/><category term='new year&apos;s'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='politics'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='reunion'/><category term='family pictures'/><category term='museums'/><category term='Pokagon'/><category term='saying goodbye'/><category term='Covenant'/><category term='Maci'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='Mandy'/><category term='dates'/><category term='potty training'/><category term='snow'/><category term='sicknesses'/><category term='Sarah Palin'/><title type='text'>Sharing the Journey</title><subtitle type='html'>...the Story of Us</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>249</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-307004396326653829</id><published>2011-11-10T11:21:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T15:45:30.332-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deacon Liam'/><title type='text'>nine months</title><content type='html'>So hard to believe that my baby boy is ten months old already! I wanted to post some pictures from last month when he was nine months. Time is quickly flying by...each day I look at him and still can't believe he's mine. He's such a sweet treat!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673424321969451410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dd-ZjmF47N8/TrwNXJsM8ZI/AAAAAAAAGAo/KLBavANHRKY/s400/deacon%2B9%2Bmonths%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673411433583919474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a9uERvfvjrg/TrwBo8towXI/AAAAAAAAGAE/IcP5x8iSVKI/s400/deacon%2B9%2Bmo%2B15.jpg" /&gt;This little booger gets into EVERYTHING!! I've heard from my mother-in-law that his daddy was just the same. He particularly loves the pots and pans drawers and also enjoys covering my kitchen floor with ziploc baggies. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673411732685314034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H1-SAjvt1l4/TrwB6W891_I/AAAAAAAAGAQ/Sf06xz9aDKg/s400/deacon%2B9%2Bmonths%2B1.jpg" /&gt; Oh, and he DOES NOT hold still for one minute! Trying to change his diaper or put on clothes is like running a mini marathon...backwards. I'm all sweaty and worn out when done with that task...well, I guess it's not exactly that bad, but it does take a lot of extra energy that I don't have an extra supply of right now...I used that energy picking up all the ziploc baggies for the 100th time :) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673429485178953458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v_H8pAEltNE/TrwSDsJRnvI/AAAAAAAAGA0/RI5UCgCtqto/s400/deacon%2B9%2Bmonths%2B4.jpg" /&gt;He tries to copy everything. In the picture above he's saying "boo" because that is what I was saying to try to get his attention and make him smile for the picture. He says mama, dada, boo, bye-bye, uh-oh, all done and signs thank-you. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673411983529034050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nOSstvf5CBM/TrwCI9axQUI/AAAAAAAAGAc/4Q6iea27M4s/s400/deacon%2B9%2Bmonths%2B6.jpg" /&gt;He pulls himself up to all the furniture and can walk around while holding on. He has THE TINIEST butt I've ever seen! Still in size 2 diapers. :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673410905574926722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eVEWICw6k7g/TrwBKNue6YI/AAAAAAAAF_4/Pbk760b-7F8/s400/deacon%2B9%2Bmo%2B13.jpg" /&gt;He loves to swing and has the most hilarious deep-down-from-your-gut kind of laugh. He makes me smile everyday. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673410445400503970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vHQlUP9GNrc/TrwAvbcWdqI/AAAAAAAAF_s/Pxf4XGn4d68/s400/deacon%2B9%2Bmo%2B14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673409141040437170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ijv7mHTYHw/Trv_jgUrV7I/AAAAAAAAF_g/UZwqYcp_SP0/s400/October%2B2011%2B236.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673408116769209122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NtXl5SKLxR8/Trv-n4nYuyI/AAAAAAAAF_U/IFVdx4bzTRw/s400/October%2B2011%2B238.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673406811014084450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WSkVuXSaeKE/Trv9b4TGt2I/AAAAAAAAF_I/HaW7tRMNLu8/s400/October%2B2011%2B267.jpg" /&gt;He's getting quite the little mop on his head. I love his sweet soft blonde curls.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673405824900040274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpyW5iuLlbM/Trv8ievMhlI/AAAAAAAAF-8/XiY8feIwsX4/s400/October%2B2011%2B264.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673403673102769314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zbU3BzYTxgY/Trv6lOqv3KI/AAAAAAAAF-w/wYYQzaWhNLI/s400/October%2B2011%2B288.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe he's going to be one so soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-307004396326653829?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/307004396326653829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=307004396326653829' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/307004396326653829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/307004396326653829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2011/11/nine-months.html' title='nine months'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dd-ZjmF47N8/TrwNXJsM8ZI/AAAAAAAAGAo/KLBavANHRKY/s72-c/deacon%2B9%2Bmonths%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-1290873857081894175</id><published>2011-10-24T13:23:00.028-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T16:34:55.962-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luca Bella'/><title type='text'>she turned two</title><content type='html'>We celebrated another birthday...her second.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GKKViJAXjkk/TqWiQlL7mmI/AAAAAAAAF-k/PYXLaKOtdqw/s1600/Luca%2Btwo%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667114111859399266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GKKViJAXjkk/TqWiQlL7mmI/AAAAAAAAF-k/PYXLaKOtdqw/s400/Luca%2Btwo%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You're all picking yourselves back up off the floor about now I'm sure. It's hard to believe it's been ten months since my last blog post! So much has happened in our lives...so much joy...so many sweet sweet moments...some hard times and some very scary moments too. God has been so faithful in the good times and scary moments. He has been our fortress...our strong tower! One scary moment &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; with this little sweetheart back in January. We're so grateful that she is completely healed and doing so well. We're thankful that she is healthy and full of life! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YWdBtVJ00x8/TqWiIZ6TIII/AAAAAAAAF-Y/n3PYd1oKyJ8/s1600/luca%2Btwo%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667113971393699970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YWdBtVJ00x8/TqWiIZ6TIII/AAAAAAAAF-Y/n3PYd1oKyJ8/s400/luca%2Btwo%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm sure over the next several months I'll be hitting the rewind button on our lives and posting things that have happened over the past ten months. But for now, we've got a two year old to talk about. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667113795749674146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4hq3fc_U7r4/TqWh-Llf_KI/AAAAAAAAF-M/meuoIJrhdlQ/s400/Luca%2Btwo%2B3.jpg" /&gt;She's not a baby anymore. I always say that our kids are babies until they turn two. She is our strong-willed little girl. We thought we experienced that a bit with Caedmon, but we really had no idea what strong-willed meant until this little girl came along. :) Can you see the little bit of attitude in her face in the picture above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667113669445071282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ruQTmMMyrHE/TqWh21EIsbI/AAAAAAAAF-A/qrI9cXKa9lY/s400/Luca%2Btwo%2B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She can certainly hold her own with all the pestering she gets from her older brother. She plays so well by herself. I will find her many times sitting contentedly with a pile of books...she loves books. She loves when mommy sings to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We celebrated her birthday with family at a park on a gorgeous day in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667113543133878546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E2HFTXpvWU8/TqWhvehM2RI/AAAAAAAAF90/Gj3JglIJVtE/s400/Luca%2Btwo%2B6.jpg" /&gt;Deacon (8 months) with Aunt Krista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667113397202411154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OMuBxgvTveA/TqWhm-4bXpI/AAAAAAAAF9o/3ROF-PKO25M/s400/Luca%2Btwo%2B7.jpg" /&gt; cousins&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667113254583032162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eTf9q6RBfys/TqWherlUWWI/AAAAAAAAF9c/w3aM70GlqhI/s400/Luca%2Btwo%2B8.jpg" /&gt;Grandma Ruby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667113076051599186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Usb-TAPAsE/TqWhUSgG31I/AAAAAAAAF9Q/wPvo-xloNJk/s400/Luca%2Btwo%2B9.jpg" /&gt;I love her sweet rosy cheeks and smile in this picture.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667112950438360722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G4nYvTD1uL8/TqWhM-jk9pI/AAAAAAAAF9E/bDNbhr7FBg4/s400/Luca%2Btwo%2B10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667112826742508834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8GKUgVNK5ac/TqWhFxwMDSI/AAAAAAAAF84/s15XnvqnRFc/s400/Luca%2Btwo%2B11.jpg" /&gt;Not sure what this was all about or what I was thinking? I'm guessing that Luca and Deacon were being loved on by family and I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;experiencing&lt;/span&gt; a rare moment of freedom. Give me a little bit of freedom and I don't know what to do with myself!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667112668417277090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6i2uJRWibas/TqWg8j8gvKI/AAAAAAAAF8s/6ugFoGXCVBs/s400/Luca%2Btwo%2B12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, back to mothering and acting like an adult again. I gotta blow out these candles quickly so she doesn't grab one and burn herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667112518940614338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cllJyl9BSc8/TqWgz3Gf3sI/AAAAAAAAF8g/djffAANPjNg/s400/Luca%2Btwo%2B13.jpg" /&gt;With cousin Emmi...cousin Lexi looking on from behind. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667112390564930770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fc5NyUCxDBA/TqWgsY3WZNI/AAAAAAAAF8U/nyQU9hIORQ8/s400/Luca%2Btwo%2B15.jpg" /&gt;I really enjoy making cakes for my kid's birthdays. It's fun finding cakes to match their personalities...letting them be involved in the planning and choosing. There's a lot of love that goes in their cakes...but there is a bit of stress involved too, you know...you want it to turn out perfectly and you certainly don't want to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt; the birthday child. :) Most of the cakes I've made have been a success. I do remember watching Caedmon's Lego cake go crashing to the floor. Luca's cake was fairly easy. I chose a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; icing than what was used with the original recipe. Probably should have stuck with the original. My icing turned out a little too soft and slowly started sliding off the side of the cake at the park. The heat didn't help. We turned it around for pictures and all was good. As you can see here, it was gobbled up in no time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667112227437581730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eI4uTgWcP3I/TqWgi5KwlaI/AAAAAAAAF8I/x865kxcxRTs/s400/Luca%2Btwo%2B16.jpg" /&gt;Since a very young age, Luca has had a fear of people...even family members...even grandpas. It's been a joy to watch her slowly overcome her fear and enjoy those that love her so much. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667112084815513138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mrMRkZt-mrA/TqWgal3AhjI/AAAAAAAAF78/QhtNdWOTAoc/s400/Luca%2Btwo%2B17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667111974998278242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MQUoM9vvN-Q/TqWgUMwigGI/AAAAAAAAF7w/gHTn9vJIPRI/s400/Luca%2Btwo%2B18.jpg" /&gt; A gift from us...a classic Doctor kit. We have great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aspirations&lt;/span&gt; for her. ;) In all seriousness..my prayer for each of our children is that Kevin and I would apply Proverbs 22:6...train up our children according to their “bent”...encouraging and recognizing their God-given personality and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;giftedness&lt;/span&gt;. It's fun to imagine what they may choose to pursue as an adult. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667111827748327810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CBAlooQLkl0/TqWgLoNakYI/AAAAAAAAF7k/9Ao2dQRaz5k/s400/Luca%2Btwo%2B19.jpg" /&gt;She loves books...maybe she'll be a librarian. :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667111657312157186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xHxd1hsQZ5c/TqWgBtSQ_gI/AAAAAAAAF7Y/lCB-WbEIZsw/s400/Luca%2Btwo%2B21.jpg" /&gt;A tea set from Grandma&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667111519615221218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7N1zxxR6hmo/TqWf5sUwfeI/AAAAAAAAF7M/HyhKJoC_wyc/s400/Luca%2Btwo%2B23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667111385054068930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bPajA_li4_k/TqWfx3C4QMI/AAAAAAAAF7A/t1_B4zSkUZ8/s400/Luca%2Btwo%2B24.jpg" /&gt;Looks like the birthday girl has had all the birthday fun she can handle for one day. Thank goodness for grandmas!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667111241922394098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rgLb5uubUtU/TqWfph1oN_I/AAAAAAAAF60/vE2nDURtu7Y/s400/Luca%2Btwo%2B25.jpg" /&gt;And so has this little guy. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667111077737897426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtDFkIOyHGs/TqWff-M_ndI/AAAAAAAAF6o/xpSlbrkA_JI/s400/Luca%2Btwo%2B27.jpg" /&gt;I should explain my mom's face...bless her heart. She took a tumble earlier in the week and landed flat on her face. Thankfully she has healed nicely. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667110913812783682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0N7acMeQlM/TqWfWbiM4kI/AAAAAAAAF6c/SGmcUbWkg7M/s400/Luca%2Btwo%2B28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday, my sweetness! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-1290873857081894175?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1290873857081894175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=1290873857081894175' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/1290873857081894175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/1290873857081894175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2011/10/she-turned-two.html' title='she turned two'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GKKViJAXjkk/TqWiQlL7mmI/AAAAAAAAF-k/PYXLaKOtdqw/s72-c/Luca%2Btwo%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-3342412613833977080</id><published>2011-01-07T07:41:00.064-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T08:09:50.578-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deacon Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new babies'/><title type='text'>the day you were born</title><content type='html'>On Friday evening December 17th, Kevin  dropped the kids off at my parents while I finished the final packing preparations for our departure early the next morning.  We were scheduled to be induced at 7:30 am on December 18th 2010.  I had such a mixture of emotions that evening.  Excited beyond measure to finally meet and hold my newborn son, sad that this was my last day to be pregnant and nervous and scared for the unknown of how the next day would unfold.  I tossed and turned that night and slept until around 3 am.  Kevin awakened at that time as well...most likely from all the tossing and turning I was doing.  We got out of bed around 4am, took showers, loaded the car, placed the car seat in the backseat, and pulled out of the driveway at 6:45am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSmeehsbeGI/AAAAAAAAF58/mnYvxZqjHVQ/s1600/Deacon%2BLiam%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSmeehsbeGI/AAAAAAAAF58/mnYvxZqjHVQ/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560149462243571810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We arrived at the hospital and I was escorted by wheelchair to the room where I would deliver my son 10 1/2 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSmdTSEtQSI/AAAAAAAAF50/JadWHkjHrR4/s1600/Deacon%2BLiam%2B003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSmdTSEtQSI/AAAAAAAAF50/JadWHkjHrR4/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560148169560244514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was given a medication to soften the cervix and start contractions going...and let me tell you, those contractions kicked in right away.  It was quickly evident that I was having back labor.  My wonderful coach stayed by my side the entire time the whole day...not even taking a break to eat.  I felt the most relief when using the stability ball, but baby didn't like it as much as I did...his heart rate dropped a bit...so I had to stop using the ball and lie down for fifteen minutes.  I decided I wanted to get up and walk the halls, but as I was heading for the door the contractions increased in intensity and were excruciating.  We decided it was a good time to get the epidural. So back into bed I climbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My coach gives the best foot massages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSmUiBCHxAI/AAAAAAAAF5c/rTuPZ6XMVuI/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B019.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560138527079384066" /&gt;The epidural immediately gave me relief from the intensity of the contractions and I was  feeling so much better....thinking to myself, now I can relax and enjoy the rest of my labor.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forty minutes later, six nurses came rushing into our room and began moving me into different positions.   I asked what was happening and they said very little to me...only that baby's heart rate was too low.  They gave me an oxygen mask to wear and told me to take deep breaths.     &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSmYFiSg6RI/AAAAAAAAF5s/xS2QOHvefi8/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B013.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560142435836815634" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSiGuIUH5wI/AAAAAAAAF40/T1AqcATcAhw/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B035.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559841867052869378" /&gt;It was a very scary few minutes.  Finally his heart rate returned to normal after five minutes...being on my hands and knees is what they felt took the pressure off his umbilical cord. Contractions were coming strong...one right on top of another.  I didn't feel them much at this point because of the epidural, but the doctor said that also may have been what caused the baby to be under stress.   If his heart rate would have stayed down for three more minutes, an emergency C-section would have needed to be done.  His heart rate dropped three more times after that, I was sure that I would have to have a C-section.  I really didn't want to go that route, but obviously would do whatever needed to be done to make sure our little guy arrived safely.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nurses felt lying on my back would be the best position for me and would keep pressure off the cord.  I was miserable though.  I felt like I couldn't breathe very well.  I just wanted to sit up.  Finally I asked one of the nurses if I could sit up and I did.  I felt like I could breathe again and just felt so much better.  It was from that point on that baby's heart rate stayed strong and normal.  I was feeling renewed and refreshed again at this point in the day...enjoying this stage of my labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSmTuNIFNEI/AAAAAAAAF5U/MwO4ehde8uc/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B021.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560137636972409922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSmXA9Rx42I/AAAAAAAAF5k/zUyW_BKuoP4/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B015.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560141257670517602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSmQ0-Jm0mI/AAAAAAAAF5M/FvOwF4bfidQ/s1600/Deacon%2BLiam%2B025.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's Kevin updating his status on Facebook once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSiD_SIB8ZI/AAAAAAAAF4c/c_bUWynZnPM/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B044.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559838863209394578" /&gt;Contractions continued and I started feeling them more again...breathing through each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSic4bv3r9I/AAAAAAAAF48/p5Y9CnLg5no/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B029.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559866233324023762" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSmP6ByUlhI/AAAAAAAAF5E/zGyhuGM4duM/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B027.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560133442040272402" /&gt;I started dilating quickly going from 4cm to 7cm to 9.5cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSiFqjaE_iI/AAAAAAAAF4s/epWig_FPfYQ/s1600/Deacon%2BLiam%2B038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSiFqjaE_iI/AAAAAAAAF4s/epWig_FPfYQ/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559840706094497314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's almost time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSiFHAnK5aI/AAAAAAAAF4k/vrTtETsZibA/s1600/Deacon%2BLiam%2B039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSiFHAnK5aI/AAAAAAAAF4k/vrTtETsZibA/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559840095458747810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was time to start pushing.  I was feeling rested, excited and ready.  After a few practice pushes I felt the adrenaline kicking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSiBT4Cfo7I/AAAAAAAAF4M/wWCqBG73InQ/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B061.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559835918449222578" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Half an hour passed and pushing started to intensify.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSiDmfVRrfI/AAAAAAAAF4U/V_0M81qCG4Q/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B059.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559838437257883122" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSiAMwdmL7I/AAAAAAAAF4E/txjKNAnYC2A/s1600/Deacon%2BLiam%2B065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSiAMwdmL7I/AAAAAAAAF4E/txjKNAnYC2A/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B065.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559834696644702130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An hour and a half passed and still pushing...not giving up...giving it every ounce of energy I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSh8dsaLgWI/AAAAAAAAF3s/RPmVlSo9wEo/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B077.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559830589567893858" /&gt;Feeling exhausted at this point, I didn't know if I could do this.   &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSh8yfgJg2I/AAAAAAAAF30/B2SHKT8Vs5Q/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B076.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559830946880521058" /&gt;Kevin was an amazing support and encourager.  I couldn't have done it without him.  Love that man!  And after two excruciating hours of pushing and pain...  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSh_W-jqP2I/AAAAAAAAF38/MKipeBEDZ3M/s1600/Deacon%2BLiam%2B069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSh_W-jqP2I/AAAAAAAAF38/MKipeBEDZ3M/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B069.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559833772715294562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...our miracle son, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Deacon Liam Bontrager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, came into this world weighing 7 pounds 3 ounces and measuring 21 1/2 inches.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSh79kQLA4I/AAAAAAAAF3k/gM9SgEvezhA/s1600/Deacon%2BLiam%2B081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSh79kQLA4I/AAAAAAAAF3k/gM9SgEvezhA/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B081.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559830037622621058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They placed him on my chest and Kevin cut the cord.  Notice the nurse with the stethoscope isn't smiling, but very serious.  Deacon was not crying or breathing at this point.  They also were not finding a heart beat.  About as quickly as they placed him on my chest, they whisked him away to several NICU nurses that were waiting in our room just in case because of his low heart rate earlier.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSh7h5HeenI/AAAAAAAAF3c/-S8tVVRKHJU/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B083.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559829562186955378" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another very scary time for us.  I kept asking the nurse why he wasn't crying and she just squeezed and held my hand.  Finally we heard his first cry after what seemed like forever...sweet music to our ears.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSh6ywTinTI/AAAAAAAAF3U/CEMaHoKwXCo/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B088.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559828752367787314" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSh30SXadQI/AAAAAAAAF3M/wCnJ8ZxlGzw/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B091.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559825480155821314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deacon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;: Servant, Messenger      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Liam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;: Protector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShgrafhZHI/AAAAAAAAF3E/p9RYakz_AQU/s1600/Deacon%2BLiam%2B094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShgrafhZHI/AAAAAAAAF3E/p9RYakz_AQU/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B094.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559800038951052402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShf1WLLYpI/AAAAAAAAF28/eQKy1SVHnEc/s1600/Deacon%2BLiam%2B098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShf1WLLYpI/AAAAAAAAF28/eQKy1SVHnEc/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B098.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559799110079046290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kevin held him first and brought him over to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShfH4HXu9I/AAAAAAAAF20/oCiiQ_xn14k/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B100.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559798328915901394" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And I felt an overwhelming instant sense of joy and love for this little guy...the exact same feeling I felt three other times in my life.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShd2Hvt58I/AAAAAAAAF2s/I_QB4bS-nAo/s1600/Deacon%2BLiam%2B101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShd2Hvt58I/AAAAAAAAF2s/I_QB4bS-nAo/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559796924362385346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShdAUmDUXI/AAAAAAAAF2k/rBakIWe2Ivo/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B106.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559796000098570610" /&gt;Here is our awesome family waiting so patiently in the waiting area to celebrate our baby's arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShUeOR_2jI/AAAAAAAAF2E/BQCTJFJcQGY/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B121.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559786618195270194" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShS36XnQLI/AAAAAAAAF18/ECJFb08UR0s/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B126.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559784860503457970" /&gt;Here is Kevin sharing the news with BIG brother Caedmon.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShb2ozXqjI/AAAAAAAAF2c/SVsTnmKocgE/s1600/Deacon%2BLiam%2B112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShb2ozXqjI/AAAAAAAAF2c/SVsTnmKocgE/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B112.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559794734212819506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's finally telling them the name of their new baby brother.  They've been waiting and anticipating this day for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShbWf0qrsI/AAAAAAAAF2U/qWhiJFGeqVY/s1600/Deacon%2BLiam%2B115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShbWf0qrsI/AAAAAAAAF2U/qWhiJFGeqVY/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559794182046527170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And sweet little Luca Bella, only 16 months old, has no idea what's going on....she just likes the extra attention she's been getting from grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShaOoqcANI/AAAAAAAAF2M/dEi6C8ezpS8/s1600/Deacon%2BLiam%2B119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShaOoqcANI/AAAAAAAAF2M/dEi6C8ezpS8/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559792947468959954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally meeting their baby brother for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShQ8-0ghQI/AAAAAAAAF10/fb8WtXINFJo/s1600/Deacon%2BLiam%2B129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShQ8-0ghQI/AAAAAAAAF10/fb8WtXINFJo/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B129.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559782748574483714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShQYimxaVI/AAAAAAAAF1s/Z240MiOy_oA/s1600/Deacon%2BLiam%2B132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShQYimxaVI/AAAAAAAAF1s/Z240MiOy_oA/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B132.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559782122525387090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caedmon has a brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShPIBTXQpI/AAAAAAAAF1k/8JL5Muq60rI/s1600/Deacon%2BLiam%2B140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShPIBTXQpI/AAAAAAAAF1k/8JL5Muq60rI/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B140.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559780739196076690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShORY10ZgI/AAAAAAAAF1c/l7jmrabFq4M/s1600/Deacon%2BLiam%2B137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShORY10ZgI/AAAAAAAAF1c/l7jmrabFq4M/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B137.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559779800621803010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShN4C9-xhI/AAAAAAAAF1U/4b8QrE6Jz4s/s1600/Deacon%2BLiam%2B149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShN4C9-xhI/AAAAAAAAF1U/4b8QrE6Jz4s/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B149.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559779365253727762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShNUyXjqSI/AAAAAAAAF1M/NiGsFZYfITk/s1600/Deacon%2BLiam%2B152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShNUyXjqSI/AAAAAAAAF1M/NiGsFZYfITk/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B152.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559778759502178594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BIG sister, Kaiya is going to be a big help.  The last couple of weeks, she was getting a little impatient and kept saying she couldn't wait to hold her baby brother.  She finally gets to now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TScKaonilbI/AAAAAAAAF0c/MdgqF1E13WU/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B165.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559423717708305842" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShF6Tjq_rI/AAAAAAAAF0k/vDmtmuTmdEs/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B168.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559770607973498546" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First family photo...now a family of six.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TShGm0TCmQI/AAAAAAAAF0s/9eFcFDkJB_0/s400/Deacon%2BLiam%2B156.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559771372676356354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photography by &lt;a href="http://suzannemichellephotography.com"&gt;Suzanne Michelle Photography&lt;/a&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/9044172704420787616-3342412613833977080?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3342412613833977080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=3342412613833977080' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/3342412613833977080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/3342412613833977080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-you-were-born.html' title='the day you were born'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TSmeehsbeGI/AAAAAAAAF58/mnYvxZqjHVQ/s72-c/Deacon%2BLiam%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-7828680568594164228</id><published>2010-12-23T16:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T16:50:24.340-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deacon Liam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new babies'/><title type='text'>just in time for Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Introducing Deacon Liam.  Born on December 18th and weighing 7 pounds 3 ounces...measuring 21 and a half inches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TRPB-bNHUCI/AAAAAAAAF0I/YWoZ1Ka1bIc/s400/Deacon%2B4%2Bdays%2B4.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553996043676766242" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TRPBi73YgeI/AAAAAAAAF0A/I7KwvTYENbI/s400/Deacon%2B4%2Bdays%2B6.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553995571407651298" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TRPDbIVLLtI/AAAAAAAAF0Q/sGAi1HQT84Y/s400/Deacon%2B4%2Bdays%2B7.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553997636338134738" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just in time for Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-7828680568594164228?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7828680568594164228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=7828680568594164228' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/7828680568594164228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/7828680568594164228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-in-time-for-christmas.html' title='just in time for Christmas'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TRPB-bNHUCI/AAAAAAAAF0I/YWoZ1Ka1bIc/s72-c/Deacon%2B4%2Bdays%2B4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-5436243504650204081</id><published>2010-12-18T05:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T05:49:51.041-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>milk jug expiration dates</title><content type='html'>When you start seeing your due date on the milk jug, you know it's getting close.&lt;br /&gt;I remember checking milk jug expiration's for our other three kids due dates as well.  Every little thing is exciting as it gets closer and closer.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550923939751752306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQjX6cQdcnI/AAAAAAAAFzQ/JJlEmJ3pWo0/s400/December%2B2010%2B008.jpg" /&gt;I've been packing for the past several weeks...and repacking...and adding things here and there.  It hit me when I saw this picture...it was around this exact time two years ago that we were all packed, ready and waiting to go to Florida to pick up our baby....and we waited and we waited.  And then we unpacked...and put everything back in the drawers where they belonged...we didn't get to go.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550956099337503474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQj1KYDMwvI/AAAAAAAAFzo/dW3zbJ0RsWU/s400/December%2B2010%2B009.jpg" /&gt;And God had an amazing plan that we would get sweet Luca Bella just eight short months later.  We could see why things happened the way they did then and how God worked everything together for our good and blessed us immeasurably...then God had another surprise for us that we found out just seven months later.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550958075470889810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQj29ZuHQ1I/AAAAAAAAFz4/lS49wjKWrEM/s400/ninemonthspregnant.jpg" /&gt;My final pregnancy photo and TODAY I go in to give birth to my son. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQj1VkS0e0I/AAAAAAAAFzw/-48Wzp4lU-U/s1600/December%2B2010%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550956291602807618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQj1VkS0e0I/AAAAAAAAFzw/-48Wzp4lU-U/s400/December%2B2010%2B011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can't wait to see him in his bassinet.&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/9044172704420787616-5436243504650204081?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5436243504650204081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=5436243504650204081' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/5436243504650204081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/5436243504650204081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/milk-jug-expiration-dates.html' title='milk jug expiration dates'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQjX6cQdcnI/AAAAAAAAFzQ/JJlEmJ3pWo0/s72-c/December%2B2010%2B008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-4739126555052290856</id><published>2010-11-15T13:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T09:29:32.582-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>eight months</title><content type='html'>Eight months and counting. This month was a flurry of activity. I took nesting up a notch...cleaning and organizing everything! Kevin just laughed at me. I felt the need to stock everything up...let's just say we have enough toilet paper to last a very long time. :) I've also been cooking up a storm...putting extra leftovers in the freezer for later when I don't have the time or feel like cooking. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550614147598762466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQe-KKjhweI/AAAAAAAAFzI/HqMoUIaYDQA/s400/eightmonths.jpg" /&gt;I also wanted to get all the Christmas preparations ready and done by Thanksgiving...Christmas decorations up, Christmas cards sent, presents wrapped and under the tree, stockings stuffed, menus planned and pretty little Christmas dresses ready and waiting to be worn on Christmas Sunday. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550613940039744418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQe9-FVme6I/AAAAAAAAFzA/6G7cc4zslt0/s400/eightmonths2.jpg" /&gt; We took a Lamaze class one night a week for three weeks during this time. It was fun to experience and Kevin even enjoyed himself I think. :) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550608480591921458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQe5ATTzwTI/AAAAAAAAFyQ/ce0UCnSzzik/s400/lamazeclass.jpg" /&gt;Thirty-five week ultrasound showed a growing baby boy with chubbier cheeks.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550608317653684338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQe420UTkHI/AAAAAAAAFyI/jbXQuveaihU/s400/35%2Bweek%2Bultrasound%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550608244372805730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQe4yjUyGGI/AAAAAAAAFyA/L3PrQqaIkIk/s400/35%2Bweek%2Bultrasound%2B3.jpg" /&gt; I also took a breastfeeding class on a Saturday and the very next Sunday we took the kids to a sibling class at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550610139477459170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQe6g3I8QOI/AAAAAAAAFyo/iY6CF6BAkVg/s400/siblingclass%2B3.jpg" /&gt;They got to put diapers on their own babies that they brought along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550609795055848962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQe6M0EbjgI/AAAAAAAAFyg/AqjXfyPs7ik/s400/siblingclass%2B2.jpg" /&gt;They made a craft and we toured the hospital. The snacks along the tour were definitely a highlight. It was fun for them. Here they are with their "Big Brother and Big Sister" certificates for completing the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550609425826066002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQe53UlMLlI/AAAAAAAAFyY/jDJugvPPWDM/s400/siblingclass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the way to taking Kaiya to her ballet class, Kaiya noticed all the Christmas decorations at the homes we passed.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me:  What else is going to happen at Christmas this year?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caedmon &amp;amp; Kaiya (with much excitement):  Our baby brother will be born!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kaiya:  ...and mommy's going to explode!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then she breaks into song to the tune of Jingle Bells "Mommy explode, mommy explode, Mommy's going to explode!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-4739126555052290856?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4739126555052290856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=4739126555052290856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/4739126555052290856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/4739126555052290856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/eight-months.html' title='eight months'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQe-KKjhweI/AAAAAAAAFzI/HqMoUIaYDQA/s72-c/eightmonths.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-4524655056876862441</id><published>2010-11-05T10:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T13:46:13.499-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luca Bella'/><title type='text'>not the baby anymore</title><content type='html'>Soon she won't be the baby anymore. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550561108752018706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQeN65dDLRI/AAAAAAAAFx4/CB73D6ab7PQ/s400/October%2B2010%2B331.jpg" /&gt;She still needs her mama though. I love how cuddly she is...the most of all my children. Her big around the neck squeezes just melt my heart.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550559908222114850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQeM1BIanCI/AAAAAAAAFxg/VWTPb1sS_Fg/s400/October%2B2010%2B333.jpg" /&gt;We've seen her grow up so much just in the past few weeks...understanding our instructions and acting so big. She's doing better in the nursery at church...still crying when we drop her off, but settles down much sooner. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550560798583731650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQeNo1_KtcI/AAAAAAAAFxw/YGmfRjOfniM/s400/mamaandlucabw.jpg" /&gt;This is one of her Christmas gifts I put together for her. A church nursery bag. She doesn't need such a big diaper bag anymore...just a place for a couple diapers, a drink and a few toys. No, I didn't make it. I found it at Hobby Lobby for 7.99 and with a 40 percent off coupon that took it down to a mere 4.79. I literally turned around in the same isle and spotted the embroidery letters that I easily ironed on. After ironing them on, I decided to stitch around them for extra durability. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550559559994560290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQeMgv4fzyI/AAAAAAAAFxY/2f_D9qmsu-Y/s400/October%2B2010%2B334.jpg" /&gt;Then I looked online for a pattern and made a &lt;a href="http://www.sleepingbaby.net/jan/Baby/dipecase.html"&gt;diapers and wipes holder to go inside.&lt;/a&gt; A couple of diapers and a wipes container tuck nicely inside and the pouch fits perfectly in her little church bag.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550559248899377122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQeMOo9oB-I/AAAAAAAAFxQ/2sr-7nciknI/s400/October%2B2010%2B335.jpg" /&gt;Add a cup, a few toys and she's ready for church with her new big girl bag.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550558874102040578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQeL40u-iAI/AAAAAAAAFxI/wZT2nt0o-j8/s400/October%2B2010%2B337.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550610384118459698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQe6vGf5rTI/AAAAAAAAFyw/pvcQMlxfhO8/s400/November%2B2010%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550611013442423058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQe7Tu6bSRI/AAAAAAAAFy4/S85BeirP_ro/s400/November%2B2010%2B011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-4524655056876862441?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4524655056876862441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=4524655056876862441' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/4524655056876862441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/4524655056876862441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/not-baby-anymore.html' title='not the baby anymore'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQeN65dDLRI/AAAAAAAAFx4/CB73D6ab7PQ/s72-c/October%2B2010%2B331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-8871244735140632690</id><published>2010-10-25T12:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T10:14:26.664-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caedmon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaiya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family traditions'/><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids have been in school several weeks now and we're settled into our weekly routine. When looking back through photos, I realized I didn't post about their official first day. This was the night before school started...a night the kid's talk about and anticipate throughout the whole year. Our backwards supper night and only night when dessert comes first. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521655531346062194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TKDcc2Xz63I/AAAAAAAAFno/BfOgvLGrTh4/s400/August+2010+180.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521655218154496690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TKDcKnpH4rI/AAAAAAAAFng/xkODdXJK4S8/s400/August+2010+178.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521654861023839090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TKDb11Oig3I/AAAAAAAAFnY/jNPPjpqvAy8/s400/August+2010+179.jpg" /&gt; Even baby cakes got in on the deal having no idea why...but certainly enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521652623950896210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TKDZzneyXFI/AAAAAAAAFnQ/cbUSBO7QOAM/s400/August+2010+182.jpg" /&gt;Early risers that first day...excited and ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521651545146730690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TKDY00n1KMI/AAAAAAAAFnA/9VkheRSzaV4/s400/August+2010+184.jpg" /&gt;Kaiya started Pre-K this year. She goes everyday for half of the day. She absolutely LOVES school and is sad when the weekends come around because she'd rather be at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521651101174125618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TKDYa-sg1DI/AAAAAAAAFm4/APDgNpWgcQw/s400/August+2010+190.jpg" /&gt; Don't ask me why I get a backpack shot on the first day of school...it's just a crazy mother thing I guess. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521650669539213202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TKDYB2uuv5I/AAAAAAAAFmw/NhHu-83_wik/s400/August+2010+191.jpg" /&gt;Her teacher, Mrs. Rose, is a jewel and Kaiya adores her. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550545183517575922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQd_b7VSCvI/AAAAAAAAFww/6s5jt7WwYU0/s400/kaiya%2526mrs.rose.jpg" /&gt;I didn't cry when sending Kaiya to school like I did for Caedmon when he started a couple years ago. I knew she was ready I guess...so grown up and excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521638074193296066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TKDMktaQOsI/AAAAAAAAFmA/qTrUWfXtymc/s400/August+2010+185.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521648580440962034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TKDWIQO5M_I/AAAAAAAAFmQ/cve7I6FvkQ0/s400/August+2010+200.jpg" /&gt;Caedmon started first grade this year. He took a big jump academically over the summer. We worked consistently with a workbook his Kindergarten teacher gave us through the summer and it helped him tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521649393501185858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TKDW3lHjp0I/AAAAAAAAFmo/YkknzvSBzKg/s400/August+2010+192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521649210700721730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TKDWs8Ih7kI/AAAAAAAAFmg/YNDqF2hUHpw/s400/August+2010+195.jpg" /&gt;Mrs. Witmer has been a fun and excellent teacher for Caedmon this year. I appreciate her desire to see him grow and to challenge him. I also appreciate how well she communicates with us...keeping us informed of ways we can help him succeed.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550547608753630354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQeBpGCnbJI/AAAAAAAAFw4/tQoWIGRWmD4/s400/caedmon%2526teacher.jpg" /&gt; Spelling tests started this year.  I was envisioning long hours and late nights of practice...to our delightful surprise, we have a star-speller.  I'm so thankful that it is almost an effortless task for him to get an A+ every week on his tests.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550553480936328082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQeG-5oEi5I/AAAAAAAAFxA/q72MbuRKwgY/s400/October%2B2010%2B326.jpg" /&gt;His strengths this year are reading, spelling and verse memorization.  Math has been more of a struggle and he has to work a lot harder at it...that has been where the long hours of practice have come into play.  We're proud of the strides he is making.    &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521651771477094002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TKDZB_xMbnI/AAAAAAAAFnI/TBz1oOexeas/s400/August+2010+186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521648787671304690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TKDWUUOdSfI/AAAAAAAAFmY/NymUdCMLACk/s400/August+2010+196.jpg" /&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/9044172704420787616-8871244735140632690?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8871244735140632690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=8871244735140632690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/8871244735140632690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/8871244735140632690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TKDcc2Xz63I/AAAAAAAAFno/BfOgvLGrTh4/s72-c/August+2010+180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-9022491941084399958</id><published>2010-10-13T18:52:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T15:15:09.141-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caedmon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><title type='text'>six and a half</title><content type='html'>He's six and a half...almost seven. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527670271416638722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLY60zNGnQI/AAAAAAAAFqo/VHTbyaxE7xc/s400/caedmon+six-11.jpg" /&gt;He's a deep thinker...sensitive. When he was two, I thought he would be the strong-willed child. It turned out he was just being a boy and really has a pretty soft and sensitive heart. He likes people, but it takes him longer to warm up and talk to others he doesn't know very well. He loves it when the family is all together. He likes to play by himself and can spend hours in his room building some amazing Lego structures.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527669462239590146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLY6FsyQtwI/AAAAAAAAFqg/mn1cGG4HXO0/s400/caedmon+six-10.jpg" /&gt;He's been so sweet through my pregnancy....so excited, asking lots of questions and talking to his baby brother. He loves to draw and has made books for me and Kevin. Books about when I deliver the baby at the hospital and books of him with daddy going hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made these praying hands at church and was supposed to draw pictures of things he would like to pray for. He chose to pray for his mom with the new baby growing in her belly and his church.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527684784485336146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLZIBkmUhFI/AAAAAAAAFrw/heYYpvQjwI8/s400/CCF10132010_00001.jpg" /&gt;Here's a closer look at the drawing of me with baby inside. I love it!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527684663023987698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLZH6gHra_I/AAAAAAAAFro/xiEETywiVjg/s400/Caedmon%27s+drawing+of+mom%27s+baby.jpg" /&gt;He keeps us laughing. I love his sense of humor and joy. He's loud...very loud. :) Funny how his personality is such a mixture of quiet sensitivity and loud excitement at the same time. I love how God designs us all so unique.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527669179965407842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLY51RO2gmI/AAAAAAAAFqY/aMedm8QoR7s/s400/caedmon+six-7.jpg" /&gt;He loves sports. Loves watching football with his dad. He played on a team this Fall. He did great...scoring several touchdowns at each game. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQZ346B7AHI/AAAAAAAAFwo/Uv9veBoQVDw/s1600/October%2B2010%2B299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550255410314412146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQZ346B7AHI/AAAAAAAAFwo/Uv9veBoQVDw/s400/October%2B2010%2B299.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550254475317013458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQZ3Ce5K69I/AAAAAAAAFwg/JdAm88IkT_Y/s400/October%2B2010%2B318.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550253071534520642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TQZ1wxZV-UI/AAAAAAAAFwY/1Co6MYw4pAE/s400/October%2B2010%2B300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He plays well with his sisters, well not always. He likes to tease, which causes little girlys to squeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527668792109081954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLY5esWspWI/AAAAAAAAFqQ/SkVkyvi2Fcw/s400/caedmon+six-5.jpg" /&gt;He loves to read...especially books about animals. He knows all kinds of facts about animals that Kevin and I don't know. It amazes me when I think back to last year...reading did not come easy for him and it was a challenge to make him practice. He made huge progress over the summer and now his teacher tells us she has to make him put books down at school.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527668597859180498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLY5TYt6X9I/AAAAAAAAFqI/b9Aql5CS5oA/s400/caedmon+six-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527667717723351778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLY4gJ9LauI/AAAAAAAAFqA/LPQ75zyc91k/s400/caedmon+six-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this boy that is quickly growing into a young man. So proud of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-9022491941084399958?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9022491941084399958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=9022491941084399958' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/9022491941084399958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/9022491941084399958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/six-and-half.html' title='six and a half'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLY60zNGnQI/AAAAAAAAFqo/VHTbyaxE7xc/s72-c/caedmon+six-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-8497812124806258311</id><published>2010-10-05T13:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T14:21:02.080-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultrasound'/><title type='text'>Seven Months</title><content type='html'>I had Kevin shoot a few quickie photos to mark the seventh month milestone of my pregnancy. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527579920212950482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLXopqvf_dI/AAAAAAAAFoI/EOKRiIvUrPI/s400/seven+months+4.jpg" /&gt;This month has been a "feel good" month with good energy and great enjoyment of my pregnancy. Although, it was during this month that reality hit me and I realized that the countdown is beginning. I also realized how much there was to do to get ready for this little guy...how quickly things were going to change and how much work was ahead of me with two babies to care for and a busy family to keep organized and running. I'm up for the challenge, but know it will be difficult. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527627539995566050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLYT9gQaH-I/AAAAAAAAFoo/llp-kQzbBAs/s400/seven+months-12.jpg" /&gt;There is an amazing sense of peace in the midst of all the chaos. It's hard to explain. Just that I know this is what I was created to do and what I've always wanted...a family. I get this sense of joy even in the mundane and frustrations throughout my days as I'm helping with homework, packing lunches, sorting laundry or cleaning up the crumbs for the 100th time. And believe me, there are moments of stress and feelings of being overwhelmed because of all that is needed from me as a mom. I crash every night...exhausted. I've had my breakdowns too when I feel like I just can't be all that everyone needs...and that's when God tells me I don't have too...He is there...He is my strength...He will help me care for this family He has given to me. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527583118301157282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLXrj0jJV6I/AAAAAAAAFoQ/J-pg94nmld8/s400/seven+months+3.jpg" /&gt;I &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527583363705857794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLXryGwL5wI/AAAAAAAAFoY/BALRSXzxTLk/s400/seven+months+2.jpg" /&gt;I'm in love with you, my little man. Can't wait to hold you in my arms.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527586372456807586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLXuhPOT_KI/AAAAAAAAFog/ytKrVdFUOyI/s400/seven+months-13.jpg" /&gt;Not sure what I was trying to portray here...guess the sassy hormones kicked in. :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527627695780248450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLYUGkmXu4I/AAAAAAAAFow/KdmWa0sWeFY/s400/seven+months-11.jpg" /&gt;Thirty week ultrasound.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527691722376343714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLZOVaQb8KI/AAAAAAAAFsw/4pQsd6CVT5w/s400/30+week+ultrasound+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527691801234323234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLZOaABpNyI/AAAAAAAAFs4/A0CglXxzZsY/s400/30-week+ultrasound-1.jpg" /&gt;One of the many great joys of this pregnancy has been sharing it with my children...hearing their excitement and laughter when they feel him kick is just amazing.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540968367777122898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TOV5X4kIClI/AAAAAAAAFwI/s46HSj4_vc4/s400/seven%2Bmonths-7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLZOaABpNyI/AAAAAAAAFs4/A0CglXxzZsY/s1600/30-week+ultrasound-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540967977660739282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TOV5BLRIbtI/AAAAAAAAFwA/KvlOcmi1g8o/s400/seven%2Bmonths-8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-8497812124806258311?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8497812124806258311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=8497812124806258311' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/8497812124806258311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/8497812124806258311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/seven-months.html' title='Seven Months'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLXopqvf_dI/AAAAAAAAFoI/EOKRiIvUrPI/s72-c/seven+months+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-2308458886479021741</id><published>2010-10-01T17:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T14:07:22.908-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luca Bella'/><title type='text'>one-year-old on the go</title><content type='html'>There she goes again!  This was how most of the photography shoot went that day.  Putting her somewhere for somewhat of a pose....then through the camera this is what I would see...a little one-year-old running in the other direction.    &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527968432714954066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLdKAEmMNVI/AAAAAAAAFvI/Bm-925GI9Lo/s400/October+2010+063.jpg" /&gt;Thankfully Daddy and her brother and sister were there to help distract her at times while I got a few shots.  This one is my favorite.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLY382sacDI/AAAAAAAAFp4/Mdrd5ibXo4o/s1600/luca+one-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527667111257337906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLY382sacDI/AAAAAAAAFp4/Mdrd5ibXo4o/s400/luca+one-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's one and on the go more than ever.  She loves to explore her world.  She's talking more and more everyday.  She says, "amen", "bible", "baby", "Grandpa", "mama", "daddy", "bye", "hi", and tries to repeat anything we say.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527666277065899826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLY3MTFrPzI/AAAAAAAAFpw/AIob3UDPMzM/s400/luca+one-1.jpg" /&gt;She is daddy's little girl.  She cries for people she doesn't know well and even those she does know.  This is so hard for me since the other two were so different and went to others so easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527666080629570226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLY3A3TmurI/AAAAAAAAFpo/s2rAstR01Wo/s400/luca+one-7.jpg" /&gt;She weighs 22 pounds and is in the 75th percentile for both height and weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527664494481471506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLY1kicbeBI/AAAAAAAAFpg/2ZSSPOUdlcQ/s400/luca+one-15.jpg" /&gt;She loves to eat and thinks she has special privileges on what anyone else may be eating.  :)  She does not like playpen time, the nursery at church or taking long naps.  We're working on all of these right now in these last few weeks before baby boy comes along.  She's making strides...and we know this too shall pass :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527647916129776114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLYmfjRX8fI/AAAAAAAAFpY/QjDfu_O_bF0/s400/luca+one-16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527647242900874530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLYl4XTGJSI/AAAAAAAAFpQ/fdS4OouTtmg/s400/luca+one-18.jpg" /&gt;She is loved beyond measure...a jewel in our family.  We love her so passionately...all of us.  She makes us laugh, makes us do funny things to make her laugh, melts our hearts when she talks with her high-pitched little voice.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527646701933718050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLYlY4CeaiI/AAAAAAAAFpI/pQUmUdOnECA/s400/luca+one-21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527646241546097570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLYk-E9g06I/AAAAAAAAFpA/D5z-zzjGyPg/s400/luca+one-22.jpg" /&gt;And we can't imagine life without her.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527645630409983570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLYkagTTxlI/AAAAAAAAFo4/EceDqBbXZ5o/s400/luca+one-24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-2308458886479021741?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2308458886479021741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=2308458886479021741' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/2308458886479021741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/2308458886479021741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-year-old-on-go.html' title='one-year-old on the go'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLdKAEmMNVI/AAAAAAAAFvI/Bm-925GI9Lo/s72-c/October+2010+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-1845116796810895054</id><published>2010-09-27T14:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T13:41:12.857-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loosing teeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaiya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><title type='text'>right before our eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's growing up right before our eyes. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512385534350832402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH_tcAf7sxI/AAAAAAAAFlk/QFrNA1D6Rcw/s400/August+2010+212.jpg" /&gt; Kaiya learned to ride her bike without training wheels late this summer. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512384631599140562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH_sndfKDtI/AAAAAAAAFlU/zSJZ_PHS6cg/s400/August+2010+215.jpg" /&gt; This photo is quite funny to me. Luca decided to walk right in her path and Kaiya was inches from running her over. Daddy and Caedmon are frantically watching from behind. Luca is oblivious. Thankfully Kaiya just missed her sister and all was well. :) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512384917734288642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH_s4HbF7QI/AAAAAAAAFlc/C3u37I0A9-0/s400/August+2010+213.jpg" /&gt; Thankful to see all smiles instead of tears in this photo. :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512384333314100498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH_sWGSdjRI/AAAAAAAAFlM/I1ADZ8gJu5o/s400/August+2010+219.jpg" /&gt;I loved how big brother took interest on his own in trying to help his sister that day. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512383759428287842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH_r0sZa_WI/AAAAAAAAFlE/o38PTAt1wHs/s400/August+2010+223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512383122218554034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH_rPmmyErI/AAAAAAAAFk8/i4KZE6-O5PE/s400/August+2010+224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7b3fae67f255c141" 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://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7b3fae67f255c141%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330301877%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D666C61A3695C56CF14F7245CCA15ED1AC55FD172.2B0D1596FC120EC990C559AA9C5B0E965DBF40B7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7b3fae67f255c141%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DR-OdGLHNu4xTs3XGZsxf7bVnUAc&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://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7b3fae67f255c141%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330301877%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D666C61A3695C56CF14F7245CCA15ED1AC55FD172.2B0D1596FC120EC990C559AA9C5B0E965DBF40B7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7b3fae67f255c141%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DR-OdGLHNu4xTs3XGZsxf7bVnUAc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With such a great accomplishment came the reward of an ice cream treat. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512382618628418882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH_qySlibUI/AAAAAAAAFk0/HsTZXzIRihA/s400/August+2010+225.jpg" /&gt;Kaiya turned five recently. We went out and celebrated as a family on the big day. She chose to see a movie and eat at a burger and fries restaurant. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527691110111549346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLZNxxZIl6I/AAAAAAAAFso/kG3zUgw1WGg/s400/September+2010+116.jpg" /&gt;We continued celebrating the next day with a small party. Kaiya ordered a pink cake.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527688837938518290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLZLtg43mRI/AAAAAAAAFsg/z0K9Lnml34M/s400/September+2010+011.jpg" /&gt; Can't believe this girly is five...although at times it seems like she is a mini-teenager. Her interests now are make-up, drawing and making crafts, baking cookies and helping in the kitchen, writing letters and numbers and riding her bike. She doesn't play with her dolls or any toys for that matter.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527688145840263506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLZLFOnyUVI/AAAAAAAAFsY/i819mGK9Cdw/s400/kaiya+fifth+birthday-2.jpg" /&gt;She loves her grandparents.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527686546917075906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLZJoKKyq8I/AAAAAAAAFsQ/3NhiXLsQ1WM/s400/kaiya+fifth+birthday-3.jpg" /&gt;A gift from Grandma B.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527686296812186562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLZJZmdI68I/AAAAAAAAFsI/zZid1pupw8Y/s400/kaiya+fifth+birthday-7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527686069312173922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLZJMW86N2I/AAAAAAAAFsA/mlpeAUc3Nyo/s400/Kaiya%27s+5th+birthday-9.jpg" /&gt;She loves her daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527685501226861906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLZIrSq0RVI/AAAAAAAAFr4/gnSKfY710Xc/s400/kaiya+fifth+birthday-8.jpg" /&gt;We discovered recently that she had a loose tooth. She's been waiting for this day for a long time. In fact the very next day after we realized the tooth was loose, she wanted it pulled....so out it came. Within a week or so the one next to it came out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532352371023628306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TMbdK3cnSBI/AAAAAAAAFvQ/dmid-EjGsHc/s400/September+2010+128.jpg" /&gt;I love how eager and willing that Kaiya is to help out when I ask her...with the exception of folding socks. :) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527683737592568210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLZHEonomZI/AAAAAAAAFrY/fduJ_93xLg8/s400/kaiya+five-8.jpg" /&gt; I love how she makes friends wherever she goes. She takes me out of my own comfort zone many times because of her boldness and love of people. I love that!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527681830691552482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLZFVo3APOI/AAAAAAAAFrQ/57CxjV3bEVs/s400/kaiya+five-7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527679056600027090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLZC0KkCz9I/AAAAAAAAFrI/kLxMssx3UsE/s400/kaiya+five-10.jpg" /&gt;I love her giggle, her smile...the brightness and sunshine that she adds to our family. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527676674566979138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLZApgzG_kI/AAAAAAAAFrA/n4BF_G0A6Qw/s400/kaiya+five-13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527673199590445426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLY9fPgJEXI/AAAAAAAAFq4/PDGnb0xdODY/s400/kaiya+five-14.jpg" /&gt;I love her love of learning. She started reading at the end of summer. She's been spelling words, doing math and writes numbers and letters almost every day.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527672192867407314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLY8kpKqldI/AAAAAAAAFqw/ieoc6GecqGA/s400/kaiya+five-16.jpg" /&gt;Happy 5th Birthday, Sweet Kaiya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-1845116796810895054?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1845116796810895054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=1845116796810895054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/1845116796810895054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/1845116796810895054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/right-before-our-eyes.html' title='right before our eyes'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH_tcAf7sxI/AAAAAAAAFlk/QFrNA1D6Rcw/s72-c/August+2010+212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-6233868249410973707</id><published>2010-09-21T08:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T06:12:30.657-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luca Bella'/><title type='text'>Dancing Baby and Belly Shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Luca loves to dance. Love how she gets down with her bad self in this video. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c0c2a67bbc04667a" 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://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc0c2a67bbc04667a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330301877%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6DD60C9D1248503A87057790DC257CA5ADE63C17.76D6D218E46A23AAF5D83BC93D11F4F6C5952FF4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc0c2a67bbc04667a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DssTk_Yd7cGD_8c_gqkkpizTkPTE&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://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc0c2a67bbc04667a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330301877%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6DD60C9D1248503A87057790DC257CA5ADE63C17.76D6D218E46A23AAF5D83BC93D11F4F6C5952FF4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc0c2a67bbc04667a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DssTk_Yd7cGD_8c_gqkkpizTkPTE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Six month belly shots per your request. :) Lots of growth over the past month. I'm feeling "big" and more uncomfortable now...especially at night when I'm trying to find that comfortable position to sleep in. Once I do, it's time to get up and use the bathroom though. :) &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TMgfB3hq7YI/AAAAAAAAFv4/uGvNB42RRS8/s1600/six+months+pregnant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532706259170160002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TMgfB3hq7YI/AAAAAAAAFv4/uGvNB42RRS8/s400/six+months+pregnant.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's going fast...way too fast. Wish I could slow it down. I've loved being pregnant.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TMgddJDIeBI/AAAAAAAAFvw/Op2SVIiziKQ/s1600/six+months+pregnant+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532704528707123218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TMgddJDIeBI/AAAAAAAAFvw/Op2SVIiziKQ/s400/six+months+pregnant+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-6233868249410973707?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6233868249410973707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=6233868249410973707' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/6233868249410973707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/6233868249410973707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/dancing-baby-and-belly-shots.html' title='Dancing Baby and Belly Shots'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TMgfB3hq7YI/AAAAAAAAFv4/uGvNB42RRS8/s72-c/six+months+pregnant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-5142442350176967439</id><published>2010-09-15T20:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T15:34:25.336-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alabama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funeral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new babies'/><title type='text'>baby quinn</title><content type='html'>On September 9th, we became an aunt and uncle for the thirteenth time.  A niece, Quinn Ruthie, was born early that morning to Kevin's sister Joyce.  What should have been a joyful day of celebrating a new life born into our family, turned into a day of tears, sadness and questions as to why God would allow her life to come to an end after a few short hours.   &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532426452622533634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TMcgi-6KZAI/AAAAAAAAFvg/eQd_HLzfks4/s400/baby+quinn+announcement.jpg" /&gt;We left the next morning for Alabama and the next few days were a mixture of joys and painful sadness.  It was a comfort and a joy to all be together as a family, but a painful sadness for the reason we were there.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527967714942835842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLdJWSr-3II/AAAAAAAAFvA/0NBjeA339gw/s400/September+2010+044.jpg" /&gt;Kevin's brother flew in from Costa Rica with their family.  We hadn't seen them all since last year.  It was a joy to embrace them once again. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527966203803192642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLdH-VQNzUI/AAAAAAAAFu4/t-z_irWIUkE/s400/baby+quinn-11.jpg" /&gt; It was a joy to see the cousins playing together and loving each other...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527965110778510018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLdG-ta0usI/AAAAAAAAFuo/uTAUYJhOw8Q/s400/September+2010+049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527964702776754466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLdGm9foASI/AAAAAAAAFug/ZY8Ht4dMItA/s400/September+2010+055.jpg" /&gt;it was a painful sadness to know that one was missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527963926336082274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLdF5xBvkWI/AAAAAAAAFuY/2JlarmuI5JY/s400/baby+quinn-9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527963579064499154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLdFljVvu9I/AAAAAAAAFuQ/Wgyuubn3YUk/s400/baby+quinn-8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527963201489075346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLdFPkwv_JI/AAAAAAAAFuI/o47Tca5qHaE/s400/baby+quinn-7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527962676993596274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLdExC3SG3I/AAAAAAAAFuA/MfrQ2m2Cm8k/s400/September+2010+081.jpg" /&gt; This picture was taken the morning of the funeral.  We all had breakfast together at Jason and Joyce's home.  My nephew Owen put on some praise music and the grand kids started dancing and praising in the living room.  It was sweet to see their innocence and joy on such a sad day...it was comforting and made me smile. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527961029151820786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLdDRILMC_I/AAAAAAAAFt4/OqKC0w50X-8/s400/September+2010+087.jpg" /&gt;Kaiya with Aunt Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527960515135253570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLdCzNUFrEI/AAAAAAAAFtw/xBkFlGX2GNg/s400/baby+quinn-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527960118503063762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLdCcHvmwNI/AAAAAAAAFto/u9uVXw3v8cE/s400/September+2010+090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527958581469684578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLdBCp2So2I/AAAAAAAAFtY/iBfdLL9iZeU/s400/baby+quinn-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527959070439867570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLdBfHZ3hLI/AAAAAAAAFtg/HDJsjd-U_sY/s400/September+2010+092.jpg" /&gt;Cousin Karis with Luca Bella&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527957213726006866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLc_zCmyXlI/AAAAAAAAFtQ/4pOPdRzmxMs/s400/September+2010+097.jpg" /&gt;Sarah, Krista and I after the funeral&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527693761776410130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLZQMHnTXhI/AAAAAAAAFtI/yRyhb3Mq7TM/s400/September+2010+098.jpg" /&gt;Saying goodbye - Krista, Joyce, Sarah and I &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527693336294460242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TLZPzWkgC1I/AAAAAAAAFtA/FrdSNbGbrz0/s400/baby+quinn-1.jpg" /&gt;Dear Baby Quinn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have twelve nieces and nephews. You were to be our thirteenth. We anticipated your arrival with excitement and love just as we did the other twelve. I talked with your mommy a few weeks before your birth. She was on her way to one of the final doctor appointments before your arrival. I had a doctor appointment that same day. What made your arrival extra special for me was that in a few short months after your birth, I would give birth to your cousin and you would only be a few months apart.  What a joy to experience this pregnancy...something I thought would never happen.  What a joy to experience it together with you and your mommy!  I looked forward to you two growing up together so close in age.  I also envisioned our little boy picking on and tormenting you and your girly adventures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early on September 9th our phone rang.  It was early enough that we were still lying in bed.  It was also early enough that I questioned Kevin who would be calling at this time.  He immediately mentioned your mommy's name and the possibility of news of your arrival.  It was Grandma B. on the other line and I listened in on the conversation.  I drew the conclusion that you had arrived and excitement filled me.  I also sensed that there may have been a complication.  After getting off the phone, Kevin shared about your arrival, your beautiful name and the news that your heart rate was low.  We prayed right then, and I felt in my heart that you would be ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on that morning we got another call from Grandma.  You were still struggling, but your heart rate had risen a bit.  I praised God and continued praying...asking God to open up your lungs so you could breath easily and continue to gain more strength.  Another phone call came and this time the news that you probably wouldn't pull through...with tears streaming down my face, I fell to my knees and begged God to touch your little body...This could not be happening...it just couldn't...it wasn't supposed to be this way...God help us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God swept you up into His arms and as the song was sung by your uncle, you are now "Safe in the Arms of Jesus".  The very next Sunday after returning home from Alabama, we sang "My Hope is Built on Nothing Less" at our church.  I knew it wasn't a coincidence that we had just sang that song at your funeral, but a comforting touch from God for us at that moment.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will forever miss you...our sweet baby niece, Quinn Ruthie.  You are forever in our hearts and we will always remember you in the birth order of our nieces and nephews as number thirteen.  Our arms ache to hold you and love on you.  We look forward even more now to that glorious day when we will all be together in our forever home.  We love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psalm 139:13-16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes baby Quinn, you were shaped from the inside, then out;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you were formed in your mother's womb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We thank God--He is amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Body and soul, you were marvelously made!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We worship in adoration--what a creation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God knows you inside and out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He knows every bone in your body;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He knows exactly how you were made, bit by bit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How you were sculpted from nothing  into something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like an open book, He watched you grow from conception to birth;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the stages of your life were spread out before Him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The days of your life all prepared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before you'd even lived one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With much love and aching arms,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aunt Sherri&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-5142442350176967439?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5142442350176967439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=5142442350176967439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/5142442350176967439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/5142442350176967439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-quinn.html' title='baby quinn'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TMcgi-6KZAI/AAAAAAAAFvg/eQd_HLzfks4/s72-c/baby+quinn+announcement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-7173679771975812972</id><published>2010-08-28T13:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T07:07:16.819-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='applesauce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandparents'/><title type='text'>applesauce day</title><content type='html'>These are the kind of days I will remember forever...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH_nZq1GVnI/AAAAAAAAFks/UEUGBCYjnUw/s1600/August+2010+234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512378897104524914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH_nZq1GVnI/AAAAAAAAFks/UEUGBCYjnUw/s400/August+2010+234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Days when the blessing of a grandma, mother-in-law and mom come together to help with a big project that would be overwhelming for me to do myself. So thankful for their help and so thankful for the joy they brought to our home that day. I wish I could bottle up the wonderful smell of apples cooking on the stove that filled my house that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512378189506695378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH_mwe0oUNI/AAAAAAAAFkk/BURhzGQmccA/s400/August+2010+237.jpg" /&gt;So thankful for how they love on my children and are eager to hold them. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512375965914750194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH_kvDS_3PI/AAAAAAAAFkU/rHmlDYAySUU/s400/August+2010+241.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512366152676433842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH_bz2IqX7I/AAAAAAAAFjs/iBlfrHwJxLY/s400/August+2010+249.jpg" /&gt;So thankful for their patience with them...taking time to teach them new things. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512376403375709042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH_lIg90W3I/AAAAAAAAFkc/lqLmDlA2Gvs/s400/August+2010+239.jpg" /&gt;Great Grandma patiently sat with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaiya&lt;/span&gt; when she got home from preschool and helped her with writing her numbers. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512374391223367778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH_jTZHUOGI/AAAAAAAAFkM/tUuIKPt7uF4/s400/August+2010+243.jpg" /&gt;So thankful for the sweet conversations with Great Grandma about my pregnancy and the stories she shared about her pregnancies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512373321778159154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH_iVJHtXjI/AAAAAAAAFkE/xrZpEIgBopk/s400/August+2010+244.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512370867096386306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH_gGQt9-wI/AAAAAAAAFj8/MYzd86Qtg4Q/s400/August+2010+245.jpg" /&gt;Baby Luca even got to help a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512367067806287154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH_cpHQnxTI/AAAAAAAAFj0/wGSdaiXlAhE/s400/August+2010+246.jpg" /&gt;So thankful that my freezer is full of the delicious applesauce we made that day. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512365834641374386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH_bhVXMfLI/AAAAAAAAFjk/IJzPUsZEgkU/s400/August+2010+255.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-7173679771975812972?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7173679771975812972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=7173679771975812972' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/7173679771975812972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/7173679771975812972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/applesauce-day.html' title='applesauce day'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH_nZq1GVnI/AAAAAAAAFks/UEUGBCYjnUw/s72-c/August+2010+234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-3623173747737308283</id><published>2010-08-19T13:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T13:01:07.712-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luca Bella'/><title type='text'>one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Our baby turned one on August 19th 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512056522758881986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH7CNAzrAsI/AAAAAAAAFjc/I_NYexnsxYQ/s400/August+2010+008_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521589493090478994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TKCgY6sv65I/AAAAAAAAFl4/UrpXPI8zCn0/s400/luca1stinvitation.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dressed and ready for her party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512056244453324114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH7B80CdNVI/AAAAAAAAFjM/KZLw7SHxegs/s400/August+2010+015.jpg" /&gt; How could this be? One already? &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512056394214329346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH7CFh8QzAI/AAAAAAAAFjU/mnDBnNc2oIM/s400/August+2010+014.jpg" /&gt;My mom graciously agreed to make cupcakes for the party...she's amazing. I made the toppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512040818884311010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6z67UNd-I/AAAAAAAAFjE/MGbB6PuwK18/s400/August+2010+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512040092377999666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6zQo3m6TI/AAAAAAAAFi8/6vx_O0qlDYg/s400/August+2010+021.jpg" /&gt;There was a pretty big threat of rain that day and it did rain earlier in the day. We prayed and God blessed us with an evening that turned our perfectly beautiful for our outdoor birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512038242697432738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6xk-RZTqI/AAAAAAAAFi0/b4KA3dK5AsM/s400/August+2010+028.jpg" /&gt; Entertainment for the kiddos.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512014491775326082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6b-fMS14I/AAAAAAAAFis/B17dJE_MaZU/s400/August+2010+036.jpg" /&gt;Sunday School friends...Kylie and Kaiya&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512013211213042370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6az8udEsI/AAAAAAAAFic/LirlE5osC7k/s400/August+2010+035.jpg" /&gt;Luca getting some love from Aunt Sarah.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512013785322998546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6bVXc7yxI/AAAAAAAAFik/-ch976d893A/s400/August+2010+033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512012440768179666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6aHGmFbdI/AAAAAAAAFiU/m9DoVz5uyMk/s400/August+2010+043.jpg" /&gt;Caedmon being silly with cousin Jake.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512012160972960818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6Z20RtNDI/AAAAAAAAFiM/6jaAK0aQLRo/s400/August+2010+048.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;CAKE TI&lt;/span&gt;ME!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512011418961128290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6ZLoETK2I/AAAAAAAAFiE/TXDiAk9HBDE/s400/August+2010+114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;You have brightened our lives in so many ways over the past year, Luca Bella. One year ago your birth marked a transition for our family from sadness to joy. With two failed adoptions within four months time, we were feeling discouragement and despair. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512010900944037538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6YteTZpqI/AAAAAAAAFh8/6BryLbdXXH0/s400/August+2010+072.jpg" /&gt;Sharing with Grandpa B.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512010648624718370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6YeyVyYiI/AAAAAAAAFh0/zUJAuZojdbE/s400/August+2010+079.jpg" /&gt;Then God gave us you. We rejoiced and thanked Him for this amazing priceless gift. Each day with you has been a gift...caring for you a privilege...watching you grow, a joy. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512010015779413858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6X58ztX2I/AAAAAAAAFhs/pIcqbEm644A/s400/August+2010+080.jpg" /&gt;Each milestone of your first year we joyfully celebrated along the way. Your brother and sister were your biggest cheerleaders. They took front row seats when you took your first bite of carrots, and sat up on your own. Daddy helped you learn to crawl and walk and mommy ran for the camera each time you did something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512003649068974850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6SHW9pwwI/AAAAAAAAFhk/FdJXNcFEY_Q/s400/August+2010+081.jpg" /&gt;It feels as if you have always been here. God knew what He was doing and had a plan for you to be apart of our family long before you were born. We know that now for sure. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512002727020292066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6RRsEHZ-I/AAAAAAAAFhc/pqtL3ZCcqoU/s400/luca%27sfirstbirthday-3.jpg" /&gt;And this shot will have to do for my five month belly shot.  I thought it was a good enough side view.  :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521638590678691058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TKDNCxd97PI/AAAAAAAAFmI/l9JbERjirpw/s400/five+months+pregnant.jpg" /&gt;More entertainment for the kiddos. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512000961225907746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6Pq597XiI/AAAAAAAAFhU/_bBJhIxwzo8/s400/August+2010+056.jpg" /&gt;The bubble wall maker turned into a bubble bath for cousin Lincoln. :) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511997677085696226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6Mrvl4oOI/AAAAAAAAFhM/iIi2gyfZ0yQ/s400/August+2010+126.jpg" /&gt;And others joined in excitedly until soap got in their eyes. Uh-Oh.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511997349539841042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6MYrY3hBI/AAAAAAAAFhE/O64pTAqSBqk/s400/August+2010+128.jpg" /&gt;A gift from Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511997090695249570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6MJnHgfqI/AAAAAAAAFg8/XywQoXwvG70/s400/August+2010+131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511996846232809602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6L7YbHsII/AAAAAAAAFg0/rifUyxdpQj4/s400/August+2010+137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511996314332782690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6Lca8RYGI/AAAAAAAAFgs/X66TXpemZBc/s400/August+2010+139.jpg" /&gt;Cousin Emmi giving you a tractor ride.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511995660514131666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6K2XRwftI/AAAAAAAAFgk/0g6VkN3SHgI/s400/August+2010+142.jpg" /&gt;More birthday lovin' from Grandma B.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511995229192363090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6KdQeonFI/AAAAAAAAFgc/sF9pe8oKXeA/s400/August+2010+143.jpg" /&gt;Happy 1st Birthday sweet Luca Bella! We love you forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-3623173747737308283?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3623173747737308283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=3623173747737308283' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/3623173747737308283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/3623173747737308283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2009/08/one.html' title='one.'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH7CNAzrAsI/AAAAAAAAFjc/I_NYexnsxYQ/s72-c/August+2010+008_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-1151367986146784625</id><published>2010-08-10T12:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T13:05:38.298-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luca Bella'/><title type='text'>walking</title><content type='html'>Eleven months old...and you're walking.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511991797743744370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6HVhVh9XI/AAAAAAAAFgM/ewZkTyt6CHM/s400/August+2010+001.jpg" /&gt;You have a great cheering club that was so excited to see you finally take off on your own. There are more bumps and bruises on your soft little body since you're still unsteady and learning. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511991697717485810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6HPstaYPI/AAAAAAAAFgE/XMGG9SS4qCE/s400/August+2010+002.jpg" /&gt;You are learning sign language and have caught on so quickly signing please, thank you, all done and even no. You say Da-dee (daddy) more than any other word. You also say mama, Kaiya, all done and hi.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511990797976499730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6GbU6cdhI/AAAAAAAAFf8/RJqdRpGXNGI/s400/August+2010+003.jpg" /&gt;You said goodbye to your bottle and are doing great on regular milk out of a sippy cup. You also said goodbye to your pacifier...that was a sad sad day, but you're doing great. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511990612062863218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6GQgVLf3I/AAAAAAAAFf0/Y49eyKtP2RA/s400/August+2010.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f628f0b7b2d88b86" 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://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df628f0b7b2d88b86%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330301877%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5911FDC89ED3D6FCA5037C7BCA107922299C0D55.6C7807096756F65F36A6FA12F9DDAE811F82969F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df628f0b7b2d88b86%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1u5Io3kBtAePCVnizYCs6h5fzOA&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://v24.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df628f0b7b2d88b86%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330301877%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5911FDC89ED3D6FCA5037C7BCA107922299C0D55.6C7807096756F65F36A6FA12F9DDAE811F82969F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df628f0b7b2d88b86%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1u5Io3kBtAePCVnizYCs6h5fzOA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511994748522148418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6KBR17MkI/AAAAAAAAFgU/_vQE4Mt9MOs/s400/fourmonthspregnant.jpg" /&gt;I've been feeling great this month with the exception of the intense heat of this summer. When I walk my ankles swell and I've had some braxton hicks contractions. So glad the biggest part of my pregnancy will be in the Fall and early Winter months when it's much cooler. :) I've been amazed and fascinated by all the movement of this little guy. Usually in the evenings is when he's the most active. I love sitting down after the kids are in bed and watching Kevin enjoy feeling him move. It's fun to actually be big enough now for people to notice that I'm pregnant. I'm still surprising some at church and school that hadn't heard the news yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-1151367986146784625?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1151367986146784625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=1151367986146784625' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/1151367986146784625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/1151367986146784625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/walking.html' title='walking'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TH6HVhVh9XI/AAAAAAAAFgM/ewZkTyt6CHM/s72-c/August+2010+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-3978651733099730938</id><published>2010-07-30T23:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T10:25:18.283-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultrasound'/><title type='text'>ultrasound day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've had two ultrasounds up to this point...each one was an amazing gift and proof that there really is a little life growing inside me.  Each time I felt like it wasn't me lying there, but someone else.  As I anticipated the next ultrasound, I had butterflies in my stomach.  This was a biggie...more detailed.  They would be checking the baby more closely...looking for abnormalities or possible complications.  This would be when we could find out the sex of the baby if we wanted to.  It was so much to absorb and anticipate....extreme excitement and deep concern and longing that all would be OK.  All mixed together, these thoughts can stir up a variety of emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The day had finally arrived.  Kevin was with me.  I was pretty quiet and reserved the whole morning.      &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509045140472826642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/THQPXfl5ixI/AAAAAAAAFfU/4XlpXe29E78/s400/it%27s+a+boy+ultrasound.jpg" /&gt;And then there on screen is our baby...looking so much bigger than the previous ultrasounds.  We can see a little nose, eyes, ears, tiny toes, legs moving and kicking, fingers wiggling around and popping in a little mouth to be sucked on...a tiny heart beating.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509046365674626226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/THQQez0xXLI/AAAAAAAAFfc/hlv6m0x1iDM/s400/19+week+ultrasound+1.jpg" /&gt;Amazing...absolutely amazing to see God fearfully and wonderfully knitting together this tiny little miracle.  And then, the ultrasound tech quickly searched down by the legs to see if we would be adding a little boy or a little girl to our family.    &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509046749306406450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/THQQ1I9txjI/AAAAAAAAFfk/Qgn83BjyNcA/s400/19+week+ultrasound2.jpg" /&gt;She said it was quite obvious as you can see.  :)  Kevin and I immediately broke out in a joyous laughter and the tears began to flow.  Another son, would join this family of ours...a son.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/THQQ5BJjeiI/AAAAAAAAFfs/b10UcI2UaGw/s1600/19+week+ultrasound+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509046815928056354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/THQQ5BJjeiI/AAAAAAAAFfs/b10UcI2UaGw/s400/19+week+ultrasound+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharing the news with the kids was quite an excitement.  Kaiya thought it was a girl and Caedmon was really hoping for a boy.  I love the look on his face when he hears the news for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f24d86a5270d6e7b" 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.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df24d86a5270d6e7b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330301877%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51FEAAF75174C76CE4F7C5F5863CB17AD1D0767.1901845F52181F6BB91A5A6905293050C14FF1DA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df24d86a5270d6e7b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DskIoIVmuQnV8kqGBBLKO6rBEuDM&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.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df24d86a5270d6e7b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330301877%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51FEAAF75174C76CE4F7C5F5863CB17AD1D0767.1901845F52181F6BB91A5A6905293050C14FF1DA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df24d86a5270d6e7b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DskIoIVmuQnV8kqGBBLKO6rBEuDM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming December 2010...Another boy will enter this family and we are ready to welcome him with open arms. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507889728972365154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_0hsVrnWI/AAAAAAAAFfM/LBR6FFweag0/s400/July+2010+081.jpg" /&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/9044172704420787616-3978651733099730938?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3978651733099730938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=3978651733099730938' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/3978651733099730938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/3978651733099730938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/ultrasound-day.html' title='ultrasound day'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/THQPXfl5ixI/AAAAAAAAFfU/4XlpXe29E78/s72-c/it%27s+a+boy+ultrasound.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-7312671244195654933</id><published>2010-07-29T10:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T14:22:32.115-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milwaukee'/><title type='text'>milwaukee fun</title><content type='html'>A favorite time of year comes at the end of July...the annual Northwestern Company meetings in Milwaukee. This year we decided to only take the two oldest kiddos. So hard to leave Luca behind, but she was in very good hands with Grandma B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are early morning on race day ready for the 5K. This would be the first year without a stroller in the race...Kaiya insisted. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_xGG7eX8I/AAAAAAAAFfE/p4JxbZuEFwE/s1600/July+2010+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507885956538982338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_xGG7eX8I/AAAAAAAAFfE/p4JxbZuEFwE/s400/July+2010+113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She did ok, but daddy had to carry her part of the way. Her comment at the end of the race was that next year she is using the stroller. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt great through the whole race.  I've been walking at home so three miles really wasn't a big deal.  Right at the end of the race Kevin and Caedmon decided to run the rest of the way to the finish line...Kaiya and I would walk the rest of the way.  They took off...I could still see them running ahead when I got a sharp pain in my back and across my abdomen.  It got pretty intense...so intense that I had to stop and rest.  I had Kaiya with me and tried to breath through the pain and relax, but it didn't go away.  Finally, I decided to start walking again and try to make it to the end so I could get some help from Kevin.  Thankfully the pain left as I continued walking and by the time I made it to Kevin it was completely gone.  We had another mile to walk back to our hotel...I took it slow and was feeling ok again.  Kevin decided to go on ahead because he needed to get showered and make it to a meeting shortly....he would meet me back at the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is again...just Kaiya and I.  We made it to the hotel fine and while waiting for the elevator, here comes the pain again...I stood there for a bit and realized that I needed to lay down very soon...it was getting very intense.  So we took the stairs...like seven flights.  By the time I made it back to our room, I was in tears...the pain was so intense and would not go away.  It came two more times after that throughout the day and finally stopped by the end of the day.  I called the dr. on call and she assumed they were contractions which my doctor later told me they were not.  She thought I just had overdone myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening and feeling much better...at the sea lion show on Zoo Picnic Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507884946530431506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_wLUWq8hI/AAAAAAAAFe8/z_wbYzeI0jo/s400/July+2010+114.jpg" /&gt;I usually have a stroller and a child to look after that's too small for this ride. So I usually happily observe and take pictures from below. This year, everyone was big enough and we were stroller-free...so I went. Didn't enjoy the ride so much...worried about someone falling off let along getting off and on the ride safely. Whew...glad to be on the ground again when that was over. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507884230628699522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_vhpaZbYI/AAAAAAAAFe0/U-7HlT1_c90/s400/July+2010+116.jpg" /&gt;It's always a joy to hang out with these dear friends. Great faces here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507883801577572626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_vIrEoyRI/AAAAAAAAFes/9kFy7mDRwR0/s400/July+2010+118.jpg" /&gt;Lots of games for the kiddies to enjoy...including the big kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507882915943515778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_uVH1BhoI/AAAAAAAAFek/4uF4l6nZOhc/s400/July+2010+124.jpg" /&gt;Taken outside the Dairy Barn at the Zoo.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507881604838810082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_tIzlTYeI/AAAAAAAAFec/yZeXSrH0HVU/s400/July+2010+126.jpg" /&gt;Day three was museum day.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507878306635897442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_qI00c2mI/AAAAAAAAFeU/g5a6QSrRNcU/s400/July+2010+127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507877736958149106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_pnqmsQfI/AAAAAAAAFeM/_ldOKkRYSXM/s400/July+2010+128.jpg" /&gt;This year we checked out one we haven't been to yet...the aquarium was a hit with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507876020353057570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_oDvwJQyI/AAAAAAAAFeE/L_6r5ojF-l8/s400/July+2010+129.jpg" /&gt;Caedmon wanted me to take his picture with the puffer fish...in honor of Jake. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507875425401222050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_nhHYks6I/AAAAAAAAFd8/bpyQeMTeGMs/s400/July+2010+133.jpg" /&gt;They also has a cool "touching" area where you could touch some of the stingrays and other fish. My kids were too afraid to touch...and well, I didn't really want to touch the things either. I'm sure it would have been a different story if dad wouldn't have been there.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507874852020344898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_m_vX62EI/AAAAAAAAFd0/dSQr6sKDYgc/s400/July+2010+140.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507874681862870370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_m11fN1WI/AAAAAAAAFds/-8hCwmtCZeo/s400/July+2010+143.jpg" /&gt;Dinner out with friends...we got to eat outside on that beautiful evening.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507874372503083218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_mj1CGGNI/AAAAAAAAFdk/Df-83X5guCs/s400/July+2010+145.jpg" /&gt;Day four - waterpark fun&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507871488823678962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_j7-fWV_I/AAAAAAAAFdc/MI9ZCpJncN8/s400/July+2010+151.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507869322589736162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_h94o7jOI/AAAAAAAAFdU/_MHFt0ISxRk/s400/July+2010+152.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507867953497078802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_guMXzfBI/AAAAAAAAFdM/8vEPwqft-TM/s400/July+2010+154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507865761709700258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_eunU-NKI/AAAAAAAAFdE/FZh6Bo_D7LY/s400/July+2010+157.jpg" /&gt;And a Keith Urban concert that evening.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507864920663994802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_d9qMDMbI/AAAAAAAAFc0/iTNZVoKG9V8/s400/July+2010+168.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507865410416448786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_eaKqIlRI/AAAAAAAAFc8/0WX4FnSgpf8/s400/July+2010+160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507864414402377538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_dgMN390I/AAAAAAAAFcs/MaEKN1r84Zs/s400/July+2010+174.jpg" /&gt;A very fast-paced week, but packed with tons of fun once again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-7312671244195654933?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7312671244195654933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=7312671244195654933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/7312671244195654933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/7312671244195654933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/milwaukee-fun.html' title='milwaukee fun'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_xGG7eX8I/AAAAAAAAFfE/p4JxbZuEFwE/s72-c/July+2010+113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-8220224244561440182</id><published>2010-07-18T08:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T10:04:00.025-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luca Bella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>potato creek</title><content type='html'>We went camping at potato creek state park with my parents. It was hot, but the Lord provided the perfect spot with big tall shade trees that made it feel just perfect. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507855462310648450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_VXHE4moI/AAAAAAAAFcc/hnSpxBGub5E/s400/July+2010+091.jpg" /&gt; This was Luca's first camping experience. She did great. She loved all the bike riding we did. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507854895677998306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_U2INIhOI/AAAAAAAAFcU/NGzE4pYeY90/s400/July+2010+092.jpg" /&gt;So much, that she fell asleep.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507854474189145266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_UdmCXBLI/AAAAAAAAFcM/MUB0JmvtPBM/s400/July+2010+093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507853835574492898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_T4bAwvuI/AAAAAAAAFcE/wHvtD2x4-wc/s400/July+2010+094.jpg" /&gt;The kids and Daddy cooled off in the Lake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507853676633160018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_TvK6MeVI/AAAAAAAAFb8/Tn4H6Dom05E/s400/July+2010+096.jpg" /&gt;...while mama got some sunshine on her big belly.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507853518458651682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_Tl9qdBCI/AAAAAAAAFb0/ItPOlAXiGb8/s400/July+2010+100.jpg" /&gt;Kaiya met a new friend on the beach.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507852966983263474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_TF3QeZPI/AAAAAAAAFbs/wFI4fCfjc2I/s400/July+2010+103.jpg" /&gt;I enjoyed talking with her grandmother about adoption and sharing our story. We get a lot of looks and questions these days...having children that are obviously adopted, an almost one-year-old baby and a growing belly. We love our family that has been put together so uniquely and wonderfully in God's perfect timing! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did a lot of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507847771104820482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_OXbGhPQI/AAAAAAAAFbc/5KIlG3CUAHw/s400/July+2010+106.jpg" /&gt;relaxing, reading and napping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507847138358711490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_Nyl8F1MI/AAAAAAAAFbU/2ZVayBpWUtQ/s400/July+2010+107.jpg" /&gt;Caedmon kept asking if he could go inside the camper and I wouldn't let him because Luca was napping. I didn't realize that he was tired and just wanted to lay down. He finally gave up and went to sleep on the rug on the rocks in front of the camper.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507846626300790258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_NUyX-BfI/AAAAAAAAFbM/wPuGcGJsESA/s400/July+2010+104.jpg" /&gt;Looks nice and comfy...not really...amazing that he can sleep like that!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507846171928705410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_M6VtOOYI/AAAAAAAAFbE/iHaU6CWmC4M/s400/July+2010+105.jpg" /&gt; I appreciated and enjoyed having my parents along so much...they are so willing to help.  Loved the talks around the campfire, the long walks on the trails and the memories made with the kids.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507862363811755858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_bo1K-N1I/AAAAAAAAFck/xVro4k1a3_U/s400/July+2010+111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507840552848461010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_HzRAGDNI/AAAAAAAAFa0/lVxEiMieaHc/s400/July+2010+112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camping is fun...you should try it sometime.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-8220224244561440182?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8220224244561440182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=8220224244561440182' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/8220224244561440182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/8220224244561440182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/potato-creek.html' title='potato creek'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_VXHE4moI/AAAAAAAAFcc/hnSpxBGub5E/s72-c/July+2010+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-3215708344841455820</id><published>2010-07-16T07:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T08:28:59.381-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blueberries'/><title type='text'>blueberry eyes</title><content type='html'>We packed a picnic supper...and spent the evening as a family at the blueberry patch.  Kaiya was spending the week with Grandma B. at bible school.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_EZOk0ukI/AAAAAAAAFas/rPcvXhq4wZ4/s1600/July+2010+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507836806985726530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_EZOk0ukI/AAAAAAAAFas/rPcvXhq4wZ4/s400/July+2010+082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little man wasn't so sure about how fun this would be.  He complained a bit until daddy made it into a little competition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_D5cfLCFI/AAAAAAAAFak/5G7jcYfCicQ/s1600/July+2010+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507836260964304978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_D5cfLCFI/AAAAAAAAFak/5G7jcYfCicQ/s400/July+2010+084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then his bucket filled up quickly and he was proud of all that hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby blueberry eyes helped eat the blueberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_B3nLrvBI/AAAAAAAAFac/HBWWRqeWza8/s1600/July+2010+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507834030452358162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_B3nLrvBI/AAAAAAAAFac/HBWWRqeWza8/s400/July+2010+085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We LOVE blueberries....so much that we picked 27 1/2 pounds! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_BkcwjfVI/AAAAAAAAFaU/yiXa-ekxKzk/s1600/July+2010+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507833701236702546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_BkcwjfVI/AAAAAAAAFaU/yiXa-ekxKzk/s400/July+2010+089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby blueberry eyes loves blueberries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_Bc2Gj1-I/AAAAAAAAFaM/fZoPFvaWgdQ/s1600/July+2010+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507833570600933346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_Bc2Gj1-I/AAAAAAAAFaM/fZoPFvaWgdQ/s400/July+2010+088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507831495445074882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG-_kDi2U8I/AAAAAAAAFZ8/XOHSx1pYVcU/s400/July+2010+090.jpg" /&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/9044172704420787616-3215708344841455820?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3215708344841455820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=3215708344841455820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/3215708344841455820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/3215708344841455820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/blueberry-eyes.html' title='blueberry eyes'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TG_EZOk0ukI/AAAAAAAAFas/rPcvXhq4wZ4/s72-c/July+2010+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-7573008734480760108</id><published>2010-07-09T12:24:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T07:30:56.709-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fireworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campfires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of July'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luca Bella'/><title type='text'>the fourth</title><content type='html'>The fourth has come and gone once again this year.  It's a favorite holiday of ours...living out the joys of summer to their fullest and making memories that last a lifetime.  Here's what we did...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDdjQrYUOqI/AAAAAAAAFZU/ITWbRjvNJsM/s1600/july4thweekend1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491967408775379618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDdjQrYUOqI/AAAAAAAAFZU/ITWbRjvNJsM/s400/july4thweekend1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; campfire nights with sparklers, fireworks &amp;amp; roasted marshmallows on the side&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491960240967077314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDdcvdNpTcI/AAAAAAAAFY8/R0TcCzOx53c/s400/July+2010+032.jpg" /&gt;camp outs on the trampoline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491967167776260370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDdjCplpgRI/AAAAAAAAFZM/uKWxkJzmVgk/s400/july4thweekend2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491966334805975506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDdiSKiDodI/AAAAAAAAFZE/KfVeI62XKTU/s400/july4thweekend3.jpg" /&gt;late-night fireworks shows in the park&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491949041689771170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDdSjkp3PKI/AAAAAAAAFX8/5A0YSOUok-g/s400/July+2010+037_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; with pony rides too&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491959663128543730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDdcN0mNAfI/AAAAAAAAFY0/-xq4Wz0HoaA/s400/fireworks2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's first 4th of July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491947568356696194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDdRN0D4oII/AAAAAAAAFX0/WSttY2Qh9V0/s400/July+2010+038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491947164727295586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDdQ2UbIvmI/AAAAAAAAFXs/sQn4gZr09XY/s400/July+2010+040.jpg" /&gt;she liked the pretty fireworks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491944715394444722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDdOnv8rbbI/AAAAAAAAFXk/hYe-OK7zlcI/s400/July+2010+042_picnik.jpg" /&gt;family picnics with cousins&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491958322345019522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDda_xygCII/AAAAAAAAFYs/9I8vcGAVLzk/s400/July+2010+012_picnik.jpg" /&gt;...and more fireworks&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491957393093301618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDdaJsDoFXI/AAAAAAAAFYk/VLtChvfRhgg/s400/July+2010+016_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491957120425026162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDdZ50ScYnI/AAAAAAAAFYc/DI4GDn7_GD8/s400/July+2010+022_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491956986990565970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDdZyDNMGlI/AAAAAAAAFYU/LtaH7Zmpbm8/s400/July+2010+021_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491952431869127602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDdVo6Dm67I/AAAAAAAAFYM/zr0mWPWLb3I/s400/July+2010+017_picnik.jpg" /&gt;And tired babies who had too many late nights...I love the fourth.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pregnancy is continuing to go pretty smoothly...I'm still in shock and awe.  Here's a three-month belly shot for all those that have been asking.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491949935211692898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDdTXlSFw2I/AAAAAAAAFYE/x4BQETOFfQw/s400/July+2010+033.jpg" /&gt;Baby is ten months old. The other evening our family just sat around and we were completely entertained by this little girl. She seemed to know we were all laughing at her which made her act even sillier. I just love her laugh...especially when daddy kisses and tickles her...it's that gut-laugh...so sweet. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491944306276768978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDdOP73bHNI/AAAAAAAAFXc/6osLCI2tL-k/s400/lucatenmonths2.jpg" /&gt;We've taught her how to say "hi". She does it on her own terms though...it cracks me up when all of a sudden out of the blue she will say it in her sweet little voice.  The other day at the pool she said hi to a little two-yr. old boy.  And last night when we arrived at my parents to drop her off for babysitting, a sweet little hi came out of her mouth as soon as we walked in the door and she saw everyone sitting around the table.   Daddy has taught her to say "hi dadadada". &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491944102449178418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDdOEEjI5zI/AAAAAAAAFXU/X-p0MgHNB00/s400/lucatenmonths3.jpg" /&gt;She stands on her own and has taken a couple steps.  She loves exploring her world.  She opens kitchen cabinets and finds all kinds of treasures inside.  She's more content playing with pots and pans instead of her baby toys.  She tries to copy things we do like wave bye-bye, dance and shake her head from side to side.  She's learning to sign please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491943601521175586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDdNm6cmLCI/AAAAAAAAFXE/Rx9X0h4hf6Y/s400/lucatenmonths.jpg" /&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/9044172704420787616-7573008734480760108?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7573008734480760108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=7573008734480760108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/7573008734480760108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/7573008734480760108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/07/fourth.html' title='the fourth'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDdjQrYUOqI/AAAAAAAAFZU/ITWbRjvNJsM/s72-c/july4thweekend1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-3346637301371717280</id><published>2010-06-27T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T17:04:10.509-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>summer family reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Summer is in full swing...almost half over already! Here are some memories from a family reunion we had. Love this family...feel so blessed to be part of it! So many kiddos, so many cousins to catch up with...so much fun! Our Aunt Julia &amp;amp; Uncle Ken have hosted this summer reunion for the second time now. They have the perfect setup at their place and go all out for the kids. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491913553451390834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcyR4qfl3I/AAAAAAAAFW0/LqVBDoc6JmA/s400/June+2010+204_picnik.jpg" /&gt; cousin Lincoln braving the slip n' slide&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491942749194994098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDdM1TSMwbI/AAAAAAAAFW8/iSfVqq2ZTEc/s400/June+2010+203_picnik.jpg" /&gt;Three cute girlys cooling off in the pool. {kaiya, leah &amp;amp; bailey}&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491912761431486482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcxjyKO8BI/AAAAAAAAFWs/kYXmKk-wmfM/s400/June+2010+209.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Giles &amp;amp; Great-Grandma&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491896849255755570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcjFkr57zI/AAAAAAAAFVc/t4ZjmU3FXH0/s400/June+2010+242_picnik.jpg" /&gt;Chit-chattin it up with the girls.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491896637939440258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDci5ReK2oI/AAAAAAAAFVU/d2NA6r92s_Y/s400/June+2010+246_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491912009205141842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcw3_5f0VI/AAAAAAAAFWk/Do8TRVuXeNU/s400/June+2010+212.jpg" /&gt; Time to line up for the candy hunt. Ready...Get Set...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491911418242050898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcwVmY6q1I/AAAAAAAAFWc/89942peInaM/s400/June+2010+217.jpg" /&gt;Gooooooooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491910526921503394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcvht9icqI/AAAAAAAAFWU/JYpW679QtfE/s400/June+2010+218.jpg" /&gt;This is serious...there is not only candy, but money involved too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491909817903629362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcu4cqgRDI/AAAAAAAAFWM/C331q6l9_AY/s400/June+2010+220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491904277596572786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcp19aXjHI/AAAAAAAAFWE/klwDJShoSSQ/s400/June+2010+221.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491903506805212546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcpJF_YxYI/AAAAAAAAFV8/ZWeitNVmLh0/s400/June+2010+224.jpg" /&gt;Now the fun begins...STRAW FIGHT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491898668357915778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDckvdXqFII/AAAAAAAAFV0/-G_oyu83RxI/s400/June+2010+230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491898106687922514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDckOw_GIVI/AAAAAAAAFVs/fzNWAPJC-LA/s400/June+2010+231.jpg" /&gt;I love Kaiya's face. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491897495134136194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcjrKxT54I/AAAAAAAAFVk/vGL0Fj8BuII/s400/June+2010+232.jpg" /&gt;Grandpa Jerry seems to be really entertained from the sidelines...I think secretly he would like to be part of the fun.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491896445485993346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDciuEhsTYI/AAAAAAAAFVM/TxwRWlzL_-8/s400/June+2010+235_picnik.jpg" /&gt;Yep, I knew it!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491896272116974882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcij-rTBSI/AAAAAAAAFVE/t8EYj1ojuS4/s400/June+2010+249.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491895655287735122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDciAEzvw1I/AAAAAAAAFU8/GHvpvTUaX5Q/s400/June+2010+250.jpg" /&gt;Please don't tell me that is my daughter getting ready to throw straw on our gracious hostess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491894980144925826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDchYxtKDII/AAAAAAAAFU0/FT2n8u6vIz8/s400/June+2010+253_picnik.jpg" /&gt;Oh my oh my...I was not the one behind the camera.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491894828050696738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDchP7HESiI/AAAAAAAAFUs/EIPeZpJ7q4A/s400/June+2010+254_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491894495579554482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcg8kjxQrI/AAAAAAAAFUk/XAJzGsRyhCo/s400/June+2010+265_picnik.jpg" /&gt;Hans and Luca&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491894330215496306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcgy8h5-nI/AAAAAAAAFUc/blSh3pTYCdE/s400/June+2010+267_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Already looking forward to the next one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-3346637301371717280?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3346637301371717280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=3346637301371717280' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/3346637301371717280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/3346637301371717280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-family-reunion.html' title='summer family reunion'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcyR4qfl3I/AAAAAAAAFW0/LqVBDoc6JmA/s72-c/June+2010+204_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-4846397977975285101</id><published>2010-06-24T08:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T07:51:01.430-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversaries'/><title type='text'>fourteen years</title><content type='html'>Fourteen years...wow, it seems like such a big number.  It also seems like yesterday that I said "I do" to this man and started the journey of our lives.  A journey of excitement, adventure, countless joys, passionate and unconditional love and mountaintop experiences with the births of three beautiful children with my best friend right by my side.  A journey of sadness, tears, disappointments and the painful of loss of children through miscarriage, death &amp;amp; failed adoptions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our children watched our wedding video this year in it's entirety for the first time.  They were glued to the screen...taking in every little detail.  I even asked it they wanted me to fast forward through the sermon...they said no.  It was sweet.  We talked about marriage...what it means to make that commitment...how very important it is to choose that special person carefully along with God's help.  We talked about what qualities are very important to look for when making that choice.  We talked about the vows or promises a man and woman make on their wedding day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I watched Kevin and I say our vows again, they meant so much more today after fourteen years than they did on that very first day we were married.  "For better and for worse...richer and poorer...sickness and health."  We've experienced all of those and that has brought us to where we are today...so much stronger and so much more in love.    &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcgiKN2JAI/AAAAAAAAFUU/meLvf2YfV_8/s1600/June+2010+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491894041831678978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcgiKN2JAI/AAAAAAAAFUU/meLvf2YfV_8/s400/June+2010+177.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took the whole day of our anniversary and went on an adventure.  Starting off early with breakfast at Cracker Barrel and then off for a morning hike on some trails before it got too hot.  What a fun day...just the two of us.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491893632112260130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcgKT5H9CI/AAAAAAAAFUM/_c38gTulPaY/s400/June+2010+181_picnik.jpg" /&gt;Picking wild raspberries along the trail. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also wanted to rent a paddle boat to take out on the lake.  When we got to the rental place, they had kayaks which were new this year.  They had some where two people could go together and they had individual ones as well.  I've never been on a kayak before and of course when Kevin saw them, he was all eager and ready to try those instead of a boring ole' paddle boat.  The double kayaks were already rented out, so the individual ones were the only ones available at the time.  I'm usually an adventurous type of person...willing to try most anything.  I wasn't sure I wanted to take one of these on by myself though....it was a little windy...I could just picture myself desperately trying to keep the thing under control with the wind blowing it half across the lake and then tipping it over and dumping myself into the lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kevin persisted...I kept resisting until finally giving in.  The instructor assured me that these types of kayaks were tip-proof.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491893403375458562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcf8_yBWQI/AAAAAAAAFUE/FPEVt8md3ec/s400/June+2010+186_picnik.jpg" /&gt;Ok, here we go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491892692079054562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcfTl_vjuI/AAAAAAAAFT0/yo03ReKI_6M/s400/June+2010+187.jpg" /&gt;Ok, I'm in...not so bad.  I just need to figure out how to use this paddle thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491893106368139330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcfrtV9UEI/AAAAAAAAFT8/EnRYfY1F0vU/s400/June+2010+188.jpg" /&gt;Ya, I can do this...not bad if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491889372498782082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDccSXmIZ4I/AAAAAAAAFTs/OAHbWDGPA6M/s400/June+2010+191.jpg" /&gt;Well, we had the BEST time out on the lake in our little yellow kayaks...exploring and talking and racing.  :)  That's another thing I love about Kevin.  He has always been a great encourager...not taking no for an answer...motivating and pushing me to give it my all...to try and not give up.  To push myself and become better.  I appreciate that though not always at the time.  It has made me into the person I am today...I am better because of him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491888151093075730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcbLRgUXxI/AAAAAAAAFTk/Jp86cua2Uf8/s400/June+2010+192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491885613073898002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcY3ipZGhI/AAAAAAAAFTc/U0Lup4Nhb1o/s400/June+2010+193_picnik.jpg" /&gt;By the time we got back from our kayak adventure, it was really warming up.  Time for a little swimming in the lake.  How different it is to go swimming without little ones to keep track of...to just focus on each other...how very different...how very romantic.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491884666517441810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcYAccvzRI/AAAAAAAAFTU/v2FSc_ckiZQ/s400/June+2010+196.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; After showers and freshening up a bit, we went to dinner at our favorite restaurant...The Cork.  Waiting at our table when we arrived was a beautiful bouquet of fourteen flowers and a sweet little note from my man.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491884401256338114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcXxARkksI/AAAAAAAAFTM/vk_G3vvJWUo/s400/June+2010+176.jpg" /&gt;We caught a movie after dinner too.   What a full fun and adventurous day.  It was also the day we shared our pregnancy with the world on Facebook.  So exciting and humbling to share that day together and read all the kind words from friends and family all around the world.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-4846397977975285101?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4846397977975285101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=4846397977975285101' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/4846397977975285101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/4846397977975285101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/fourteen-years.html' title='fourteen years'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcgiKN2JAI/AAAAAAAAFUU/meLvf2YfV_8/s72-c/June+2010+177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-8995065178969903751</id><published>2010-06-23T10:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T11:59:41.486-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog bites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaiya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby announcement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Father's Day and the Big Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491881104080128674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcUxFVgSqI/AAAAAAAAFSs/wP3wXYW4yuo/s400/father%27s+day+2010.jpg" /&gt;Father's Day morning...kids eager to present daddy with their gift. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491878079268151314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcSBBCIYBI/AAAAAAAAFSk/Q1OxfkmYVu8/s400/June+2010+161.jpg" /&gt;It was a pretty exciting day for our family....today, on Father's Day, we would share the BIG secret we had been keeping to ourselves for fourteen weeks...we would finally share the news of our miracle pregnancy with our families. We couldn't wait...and here was how we were planning to do it.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcWvAxvKVI/AAAAAAAAFTE/mScQ9s_OFiY/s1600/June+2010+156_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491883267519883602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcWvAxvKVI/AAAAAAAAFTE/mScQ9s_OFiY/s400/June+2010+156_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491883124793103874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcWmtFBVgI/AAAAAAAAFS8/sLJTOA16Ka8/s400/June+2010+159_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491881892123412178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcVe9BqhtI/AAAAAAAAFS0/rg0s9_h0eIo/s400/June+2010+160_picnik.jpg" /&gt;First stop...a campground where my sister and her family had been camping for the weekend. My parents came along with us. We were planning to have a brunch. As soon as we got out of our van to greet them, Kaiya got a dog bite. Poor girl...we had to take her to the ER for stitches. Three and a half hours later....we were back at the campground and almost ready to burst with our news...and finally being able to share the joy was so much fun and such a relief.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491877530324949634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcRhED32oI/AAAAAAAAFSc/eW-cHODzPRc/s400/June+2010+164.jpg" /&gt;I had to throw a few hints to my mom as she was holding Luca...looking at her shirt...reading it several times and still not quite getting it. :)   Poor baby Luca didn't know what in the world was going on...we scared her half to death with all the screeches of excitement and commotion.  She went into full blown crying mode.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491876899952018338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcQ8XvQQ6I/AAAAAAAAFSU/S7Ne0vKVlO8/s400/June+2010+165_picnik.jpg" /&gt;My niece, Maci, was the first to catch on. She had been suspecting it for a few weeks because of my growing waistline...she is so observant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491876598964487730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcQq2ePBjI/AAAAAAAAFSM/APDkPCuv5MU/s400/June+2010+168.jpg" /&gt;Next stop...Kevin's parents house for a Father's Day picnic...arriving a few hours late because of our little hospital emergency. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491875844986885538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcP-9r91aI/AAAAAAAAFSE/i1v1addzW_0/s400/June+2010+169.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491875199089906354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcPZXiIErI/AAAAAAAAFR8/WL0p5ujoZ80/s400/June+2010+170.jpg" /&gt;And a few hints had to be thrown out with Kevin's family as well...overall unanimous response was that most were speechless. So fun to see the looks of unbelief and surprise on the faces of our family. Lots of hugs followed. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491874583014567074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcO1geUbKI/AAAAAAAAFR0/WtYqeQq1rdo/s400/June+2010+171.jpg" /&gt;And our little brave girl still had a very fun day despite her injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491874238907343010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcOhekw4KI/AAAAAAAAFRs/71NXORWFIkI/s400/June+2010+172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day to remember. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-8995065178969903751?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8995065178969903751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=8995065178969903751' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/8995065178969903751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/8995065178969903751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers-day-and-big-announcement.html' title='Father&apos;s Day and the Big Announcement'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TDcUxFVgSqI/AAAAAAAAFSs/wP3wXYW4yuo/s72-c/father%27s+day+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-1616235358583466454</id><published>2010-06-22T00:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T06:04:13.174-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>assisting God in a miracle</title><content type='html'>A few entries from my journal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday, April 22&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today while at the grocery store with all three kids I bought a p-test...hid it under the other items in my cart, wondering why I was wasting my money once again because I was certain what the results would be. Got home, unloaded the groceries and originally planned to wait until the next morning to take the test because well that's what they recommend isn't it? How many people actually wait though? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went into the bathroom and took the test...watched the hourglass flash on and off, on and off...thinking to myself, at that moment, about all the other times I've been in this exact place in my life...the results have always been negative. But, I just needed to know so I could go on without wondering. Maybe just maybe, but probably not.&lt;br /&gt;Then that eight letter word appeared as if it were screaming out loud right at me...Pregnant.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480352227618940226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TA4fUJs_ZUI/AAAAAAAAFM8/BMjK-hZ8hHs/s400/May+2010+007.jpg" /&gt; With unbelief I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. "Are you really pregnant...really?" All ability to perform any task that needed the least bit of concentration was absolutely not going to happen the rest of the day. I was in a daze. I hid the test in a drawer and tried to at least take care of the kids until Kevin got home that evening...I did go back to that drawer a couple times...just to make sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday, April 23rd - I took another test this morning with the same results. Today went by and my mind was in a fog. I went to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and searched to see how far along I could be and what a possible due date may be. Kevin and I had a date night planned for Saturday evening....I began to make plans to tell him the BIG news on our date. I've always imagined and dreamed of how I would share this kind of news with him...I wanted it to be perfect. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was so hard to keep such big news all to myself for two whole days. I felt like blurting it out at the store "Hey, guess what everyone...I'm pregnant!". I called my Doctor today because of my history of only being pregnant one other time and miscarrying shortly after finding out I was pregnant--that was eight years ago. I made an appointment for an ultrasound on May 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; hoping that I would make it that far and be able to keep the appointment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, April 24&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My plan was to wrap up the test and give it as a gift for Kevin to open on our date tonight. When I went to get the two tests out of my drawer, they were blank--guess they don't last very long. So off to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart to buy another box of tests. Test #3 - same results. I placed it in the box, wrapped it and tied it with a bow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time for our date -- we dropped off the kids at a friends house...I had butterflies. Arrived at Olive Garden and parked the car...I told Kevin that I wanted to give him something before we went into the restaurant. I handed him the box and grabbed the camera. He opened it and pulled out what he thought was a thermometer. We both had tears and it was such a good feeling to finally share with him what I had been keeping to myself for the past two days. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480352894283692290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TA4f69OQOQI/AAAAAAAAFNM/Zq4hJ8YRJQs/s400/May+2010+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480352530888483394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TA4flzeFYkI/AAAAAAAAFNE/gqXTdakTthk/s400/May+2010+008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480351889632444210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TA4fAemuvzI/AAAAAAAAFM0/Sod3vnbMTTw/s400/May+2010+030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, May 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was finally time for my long awaited doctor appointment and ultrasound. I didn't know what to expect at all and instantly this is what popped up on the large &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; screen right in front of me. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484543346273736946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TB0DHXXg2PI/AAAAAAAAFRM/OUT4_ODT9f0/s400/7week+ultrasound.jpg" /&gt;My tiny little bean took my breath away. I was so unprepared for the emotions I would feel at that moment. Then I saw the flickering heartbeat and really felt like it was not me lying there, but someone else. More tears. Kevin was in the waiting room with the girls and I wished so badly he could have been in there to see what I had just witnessed. I was eager to share the pictures with him and tell him all about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the next few weeks, I had morning sickness &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sporadically&lt;/span&gt; throughout the days. The evenings seemed to be my worst time. Kevin would get home from work, and I would basically go straight to the couch...exhausted and nauseous. By the 11&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; week, I was feeling much better...morning sickness seemed to come to an end for now thankfully.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483369951706057106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBjX6z99iZI/AAAAAAAAFRE/M8qlcHMgmuQ/s400/two+months+pregnant.jpg" /&gt; June 1st - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another doctor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appointment&lt;/span&gt; today. This is actually considered my first &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; OB appointment. Kevin was with me today...I was anxious for him to be able to hear the heartbeat. When the doctor put the heartbeat monitor on my belly, we heard nothing. The seconds felt like minutes...still nothing. Finally, she decided that we needed to do another &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ultrasound&lt;/span&gt; to see what was happening. She sent us to a waiting area and we waited and waited and prayed. I was beginning to prepare myself for the worst. Our memories in the past of trying to get pregnant were full of disappointments and heartaches. Would this be another one of those moments? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally it was our turn. The ultrasound was underway and immediately there was our baby up on the screen...actually looking like a baby this time. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484545442953867122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TB0FBaHAr3I/AAAAAAAAFRU/tZFZJttmU3w/s400/11+weeks+ultrasound.jpg" /&gt;"He" was flipping around all over the place and instantly she found a nice healthy heartbeat. Sigh of relief!! Kevin and I watched together in amazement at the life growing inside of me. I loved hearing Kevin's comments and the excitement in his voice at the wonder of this miracle. Once again there were tears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really true, we're expecting and full of joy over this opportunity that God has allowed us to experience. A dream we had let go of. The timing is such a miracle. I was talking with my doctor in March about having a procedure done that would reduce the pain of my monthly cycles. The procedure would have also eliminated the chance of ever getting pregnant in the future. It was a hard decision, but up to this point I had no success with pregnancy's. I had three beautiful adopted children...adopting in the future was also a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;possibility&lt;/span&gt;. I was planning to tell my doctor at my next appointment that I wanted to move forward with the procedure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I became pregnant within weeks of that appointment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I type this post and share our joy, I can't help but remember the unforgettable memories of our disappointments and heartaches of infertility and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;miscarriage&lt;/span&gt;. Even after adopting our children, hearing others news of pregnancies and seeing pregnant mothers out and about was painful. I will never forget those years and my heart goes out to others that are experiencing it themselves. You are not forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Baby due December 19th, 2010. To God be the Glory!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today I'm celebrating 14 years with a wonderful husband, Father &amp;amp; best friend.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-1616235358583466454?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1616235358583466454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=1616235358583466454' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/1616235358583466454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/1616235358583466454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/assisting-god-in-miracle.html' title='assisting God in a miracle'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TA4fUJs_ZUI/AAAAAAAAFM8/BMjK-hZ8hHs/s72-c/May+2010+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-7684081196943227870</id><published>2010-06-08T21:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T10:25:06.467-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luca Bella'/><title type='text'>nine months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nine months old and oh so sweet.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBgvwjZs6dI/AAAAAAAAFO0/7Oz9CvDyQZY/s1600/luca+9mo-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483185057506847186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBgvwjZs6dI/AAAAAAAAFO0/7Oz9CvDyQZY/s400/luca+9mo-8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You are crawling everywhere...finding little treasures and always testing them out in your mouth.  We're finding ourselves closing doors and sweeping more often around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBgvogNFcsI/AAAAAAAAFOs/_S4SLJOJC3Q/s1600/luca+9mo-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483184919209669314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBgvogNFcsI/AAAAAAAAFOs/_S4SLJOJC3Q/s400/luca+9mo-10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483184768016994162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBgvfs98T3I/AAAAAAAAFOk/Xu4dmO2vWOM/s400/luca+9mo-15.jpg" /&gt; You pull yourself up on furniture and even let go standing upright by yourself for a few seconds.  You think it's hilarious when we try to get you to take a step... giggling and laughing...falling forward into our arms.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483184658282030866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBgvZULFpxI/AAAAAAAAFOc/LT2Nr440XRg/s400/luca+9mo-16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483184546969022642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBgvS1f_8LI/AAAAAAAAFOU/FnVgTUwN7Bw/s400/luca+9mo-18.jpg" /&gt;You have become a mama's girl and hide your face in my chest when someone talks to you.  You cry when someone else holds you...sometimes even your grandmas.  Mommy is hoping you get over this soon.  :)  You cry in the nursery at church too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483184361161294258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBgvIBT_AbI/AAAAAAAAFOM/34OT3fZhIUw/s400/luca+9mo-22.jpg" /&gt;At your nine month doctor appointment you weighed 20 pounds and 5 ounces and you were 27 inches long.  You are mid to low on the percentile chart for your height and weight.  Funny, because the first thing most people say when they see you is that it looks like she likes to eat.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483184083685748818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBgu33oqMFI/AAAAAAAAFOE/h2zGNNAmZzs/s400/luca+9mo-26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483183949349833666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBguwDMey8I/AAAAAAAAFN8/Z3uavLm8CE4/s400/luca+9mo-31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483183827568969362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBguo9hqRpI/AAAAAAAAFN0/a3OrTSvsa_8/s400/luca+9mo-35.jpg" /&gt;You've started eating the food our family eats, processed through the baby grinder.  You eat Cheerios.  You drink water from a sippy cup.  You still love your pacifier for naps and at bedtime.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483183681779283330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBgugeasNYI/AAAAAAAAFNs/vgsfez7G2Lc/s400/luca+9mo-37.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483183477834860658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBguUmqjSHI/AAAAAAAAFNk/DE_HLNCESCo/s400/luca+9mo-38.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483183177833172850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBguDJEkz3I/AAAAAAAAFNU/Zu_5ATg1GQE/s400/luca+9mo-40.jpg" /&gt;You are a complete joy and we are head over heels in love with you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483183347593377938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBguNBej-JI/AAAAAAAAFNc/dLOwUuEolYs/s400/luca+9mo-39.jpg" /&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/9044172704420787616-7684081196943227870?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7684081196943227870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=7684081196943227870' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/7684081196943227870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/7684081196943227870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/nine-months.html' title='nine months'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBgvwjZs6dI/AAAAAAAAFO0/7Oz9CvDyQZY/s72-c/luca+9mo-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-2187603530892788732</id><published>2010-06-06T21:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T09:53:14.116-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><title type='text'>class of 2010</title><content type='html'>My nephew, Jake, graduated from High School this year.  He's the first grandchild to reach this big milestone in our family.  I remember the excitement of his birth...my very first nephew.  We were all on cloud nine.  I was a junior in High School and my mom pulled me out of school so we could all be at the hospital for his birth.  It was a VERY BIG occasion.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483359881836209458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBjOwqx5pTI/AAAAAAAAFQk/NfWOsUZGSrM/s400/jake+04-10.jpg" /&gt; I spent the night at my sister's house many nights and even joyfully took the night feedings to give her a break.  Watching him grow...we just couldn't get enough of him.  He was a little ham from the beginning and continues to have a hilarious sense of humor that adds so much to our family.  We loved him so much.   And here he is on his graduation day...where did the years go?  We still love him so much and are very proud of the man he is becoming.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483359398602060754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBjOUil5s9I/AAAAAAAAFQM/p6-e_qHJuIU/s400/jake+03-10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to get ready.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483360365206196642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBjPMzeSUaI/AAAAAAAAFQs/O0RdEJDYqyU/s400/May+2010+106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483359718900694066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBjOnLzC_DI/AAAAAAAAFQc/I6jU4_r-BOk/s400/jake+10-10.jpg" /&gt;Grandma's pride and joy.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483359572012225730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBjOeomG1MI/AAAAAAAAFQU/wKrzlQTLmGQ/s400/jake+09-10.jpg" /&gt;The big moment.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483356867040387362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBjMBLykISI/AAAAAAAAFPs/YlKjiuuRWmQ/s400/May+2010+155.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483358403057984018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBjNal5sohI/AAAAAAAAFP0/XlQMeaLLVeU/s400/jakegrad1.jpg" /&gt;We had two graduations this year in the same week...high school and kindergarten.  Jake and Caedmon seem to have a special bond.  They are the only grandsons in our family and they are both the oldest.  Caedmon just adores Jake...pretty cool that they both had graduations this year in the same week.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483359187564567586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBjOIQapHCI/AAAAAAAAFQE/aQRrJGniEio/s400/jakegrad2.jpg" /&gt;Jake is so creative and talented in so many areas...especially when it comes to any type of music or instrument.  He will be pursuing a degree in Music at a local college this Fall.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483358698445172802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBjNryTfcEI/AAAAAAAAFP8/zWgZmtipMk0/s400/May+2010+175_picnik.jpg" /&gt;Mom and I made these chocolate covered strawberries for his big grad party.  It was fun and so fitting for Jake.  He loves to dress up and has been known for wearing suits and ties to school or any chance he could get.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483364943539442994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBjTXTF_lTI/AAAAAAAAFQ8/QKLhjQciXf0/s400/jakes+grad+party.jpg" /&gt;Mom used her amazing talent with an array of desserts and I added the cupcake toppers.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483364170858107410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBjSqUoaEhI/AAAAAAAAFQ0/cN_dehXWBMs/s400/jakes+grad+party+dec.jpg" /&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/9044172704420787616-2187603530892788732?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2187603530892788732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=2187603530892788732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/2187603530892788732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/2187603530892788732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/06/class-of-2010.html' title='class of 2010'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBjOwqx5pTI/AAAAAAAAFQk/NfWOsUZGSrM/s72-c/jake+04-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-853105012746914397</id><published>2010-05-30T07:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T10:08:02.487-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lasts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaiya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>lasts</title><content type='html'>Every Friday was a day that Kaiya looked forward to each week this past school year. It was her "school" day where she got to play with her friends and most importantly pack her lunch. It was a day I looked forward to as well. Luca and I would run errands on those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here she is in her little program on the last day of school.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483337706315101874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBi6l4hqtrI/AAAAAAAAFPM/IJGUhoBtsOc/s400/kaiya+pdo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483338125875673458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBi6-Tgs-XI/AAAAAAAAFPU/Ou5tT2u6Dec/s400/kaiya+pdo2.jpg" /&gt;Kaiya with her teachers...Mrs. Moorehead&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483338505974910018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBi7UbfbDEI/AAAAAAAAFPc/zestSgY2ScE/s400/kaiya+pdo3.jpg" /&gt;and Mrs. Skinner.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBjEy_x8RkI/AAAAAAAAFPk/WJhv9gIipmQ/s1600/kaiya+pdo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483348926716986946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBjEy_x8RkI/AAAAAAAAFPk/WJhv9gIipmQ/s400/kaiya+pdo4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I thought about Caedmon's school coming to an end this year, I also thought about the days with Kaiya at home all day with me coming to an end as well. She will start Pre-K in the fall....everyday for half the day. I will miss her terribly, but am excited for her as much as she is. She is ready. Here she is on our last full day at home together while big brother is in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483336381671581490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBi5Yx2CpzI/AAAAAAAAFO8/l9oedaBnnrA/s400/May+2010+082.jpg" /&gt;What a big helper she is to me. She helps me so much with Luca...getting bottles, diapers and entertaining her. She helps me with laundry folding, dishes, sweeping, feeding pets and is always so eager and happy to do something if I ask. I appreciate her so much and will miss her cheerful and helpful little self during the mornings next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had school together at home each day. She learned her letters and sounds this year and is beginning the early stages of reading. She is writing her name well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483336998349742098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBi58rJkoBI/AAAAAAAAFPE/veGyEFtY-J8/s400/kaiya+last+day+at+home.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While sitting at a stoplight on our way to a Dr. appnt...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kaiya: Mom, are you texting and driving?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pause....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kaiya: Are you a Christian?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light turns green.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Kaiya, I was texting while I was waiting for the light to turn green...I was not texting while I was driving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;....and yes, I'm a Christian. Why do you ask?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kaiya: Only Christians are allowed to text and drive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Who told you that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kaiya: Daddy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-853105012746914397?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/853105012746914397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=853105012746914397' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/853105012746914397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/853105012746914397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/lasts.html' title='lasts'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TBi6l4hqtrI/AAAAAAAAFPM/IJGUhoBtsOc/s72-c/kaiya+pdo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-8411736201742907809</id><published>2010-05-29T14:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T17:27:50.886-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lasts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='field trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caedmon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>a letter to my kindergarten graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Dear Caedmon, You've just completed your kindergarten year. Your last day was Friday, May 28th 2010. I remember your first day of school like it was yesterday. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480133193203260258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TA1YGq61G2I/AAAAAAAAFMk/FW5nrXdjcSw/s400/August+2009+029.jpg" /&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;first day of kindergarten - August 19th 2009&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very BIG day for our family because your new baby sister was born on that day. I was pulled in two directions. My son's first day of kindergarten...first day of being at school the whole entire day...first day to eat lunch in the cafeteria...first day of what the next thirteen years will be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also the birth-day of your second sister. Luca Bella arrived early that morning, before we even sent you off to school. We didn't find out until that afternoon. You were so grown up that day...seemed to grow up overnight. It seemed fitting to watch you become a big brother again on your first day of kindergarten. You were so proud and excited when we picked you up and told you the news. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480133858816245890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TA1YtahVQII/AAAAAAAAFMs/saLgQ1PgolA/s400/Luca+Bella+080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;holding your new baby sister for the first time&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked with the mom of a first-grader early in your kindergarten year. She reminded me what a sweet year this year of kindergarten is and how quickly it goes by. She encouraged me to soak it all in...go on every field trip...to take lots of pictures.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480123753751957026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TA1PhOOQziI/AAAAAAAAFME/HoCGE69kDJI/s400/May+2010+229.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;zoo field trip - May 2010&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a challenge with a new baby sometimes, but I did go on every single field trip with you. I took lots of pictures and tried soaking it all in. It still flew by. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480127714446232274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TA1THw9XStI/AAAAAAAAFMc/ZElZKVdHCZM/s400/May+2010+216.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;up close and personal - zoo field trip May 2010&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget the trip to the pumpkin patch...your first kindergarten field trip. I hesitated to hover too closely...wanting to give you your space and letting you enjoy your friends. When you took my hand on your own, I knew you were glad I was there. It was a special day just for you and me.  Then in December we got all dressed up and went to Warsaw to see a play...The Sound of Music.  I loved our little date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;more zoo trip photos&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480127345181797154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TA1SyRV3KyI/AAAAAAAAFMU/wE7oVLL61sQ/s400/May+2010+221_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480127081847601538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TA1Si8WGOYI/AAAAAAAAFMM/g1Aronmd8-I/s400/May+2010+226_picnik.jpg" /&gt;When you started school, honestly I was a little scared of what kindergarten would be like for you.  &lt;em&gt;Would you be able to stay focused and pay attention to your teacher?  Would you struggle with continuing to learn to read as you did in Pre-K?&lt;/em&gt;  And most of all&lt;em&gt;...Would your teacher be able to see just how amazing you are? ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;You listened to my prayers each morning in the van before we drove off to school.  "Lord, give Caedmon a desire to learn.  Help everything to work properly in his brain so that learning comes easily for him."   "Be with his teacher...give her wisdom to know the best way to teach Caedmon...give her patience and love for her students."  "Give Caedmon joy in learning."  "Help him to be a loving and kind friend to others and a good example...not easily influenced to make bad choices."  "Surround him with your angels of protection." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480123453377770978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TA1PPvPedeI/AAAAAAAAFL8/VndD0CxXKq4/s400/May+2010+246.jpg" /&gt;{tincaps game - May 2010}&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480122285271191330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TA1OLvtKjyI/AAAAAAAAFL0/JS-UXOdirhg/s400/May+2010+248.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480121969634287906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TA1N5X3doSI/AAAAAAAAFLs/YXaNhurqz7M/s400/May+2010+250.jpg" /&gt;You worked hard at reading.  It wasn't always easy for you.  We met with your teacher and she gave us ideas of areas where we could help you.  We were so proud of you when you earned free tickets to a Tincaps game for participating in a special reading program.  We watched you develop more confidence by the end of the year and it was a joy to watch you pick up books on your own and read them to your sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480121578055578322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TA1NilH0stI/AAAAAAAAFLk/kJZ6iuxPDOE/s400/May+2010+254_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well deserved ice cream treat at the game&lt;/span&gt;} &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479371236998330082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TAqjG-3HNuI/AAAAAAAAFLc/UM5A60UP-v4/s400/May+2010+255.jpg" /&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fireworks after the game&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479370569796142802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TAqigJVtxtI/AAAAAAAAFLU/m0Aznt0VTPA/s400/May+2010+257.jpg" /&gt;I really would have never had to worry.  You've had an amazing year...and an amazing teacher.  You have flourished in so many areas.  You received several special notes sent home and written by your teacher of how proud she was of the good choices you had made that day.  You earned the Beary Good Behavior Award many weeks for not having any warnings or discipline issues for that particular week.&lt;br /&gt;  Your reading, writing, adding, and subtracting have improved tremendously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And here you are...your graduation night and we couldn't be more proud.      &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479370233731181026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TAqiMlZlaeI/AAAAAAAAFLM/EggkUNZk0vw/s400/May+2010+261.jpg" /&gt;Two days later, we watched my oldest nephew graduate from high school.  I remember his kindergarten graduation.  He stood on the very same stage as you...I know just how very quickly those years have gone.  Your next graduation will be your high school graduation and I will look back at these pictures and wonder just where the time went.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479369863811302386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TAqh3DV0A_I/AAAAAAAAFLE/cjPKgniJJBY/s400/May+2010+262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479369135460862658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TAqhMqBiSsI/AAAAAAAAFK8/zmlSeWBmcto/s400/May+2010+264.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479368173467345890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TAqgUqUaI-I/AAAAAAAAFK0/2XcCGy-ImJY/s400/May+2010+270_picnik.jpg" /&gt;I’m so excited at how you’ve grown over this past year (in more ways than one).  This year of firsts.  This year of Kindergarten.  I’ve grown too. God has helped us both to grow in many ways.  Congratulations graduate.&lt;br /&gt;Love you always and no matter what,&lt;br /&gt;~your Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; {&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with grandpa &amp;amp; grandma B&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479368040363419042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TAqgM6d9ZaI/AAAAAAAAFKs/N0568sDJOMs/s400/May+2010+272_picnik.jpg" /&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with grandpa &amp;amp; grandma S&lt;/span&gt;.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479367580340252962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TAqfyIv48SI/AAAAAAAAFKk/Jbx3w7FFBSw/s400/May+2010+274_picnik.jpg" /&gt;We made a DQ stop afterwards for more celebrating. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479365353887258034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TAqdwikIVbI/AAAAAAAAFKM/eK_-HJM2i7w/s400/May+2010+278.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479366269401692082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TAqel1Hx97I/AAAAAAAAFKc/2Oqpu23jUCw/s400/May+2010+275_picnik.jpg" /&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Graduation gifts from grandparents&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479365710770996338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TAqeFUD2BHI/AAAAAAAAFKU/mimJnNrWsTU/s400/May+2010+276_picnik.jpg" /&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last day of kindergarten - May 28th 2&lt;/span&gt;010}&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479364869045197922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TAqdUUYxnGI/AAAAAAAAFKE/4BvIA-Aw0lA/s400/May+2010+281_picnik.jpg" /&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/9044172704420787616-8411736201742907809?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8411736201742907809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=8411736201742907809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/8411736201742907809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/8411736201742907809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/letter-to-my-kindergarten-graduate.html' title='a letter to my kindergarten graduate'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TA1YGq61G2I/AAAAAAAAFMk/FW5nrXdjcSw/s72-c/August+2009+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-4601445370926640007</id><published>2010-05-15T15:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T14:47:36.960-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new babies'/><title type='text'>mother's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TAqZp34EwQI/AAAAAAAAFJ8/I_KXudxYXGM/s1600/mother%27s+day+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479360841302458626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TAqZp34EwQI/AAAAAAAAFJ8/I_KXudxYXGM/s400/mother%27s+day+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so TOTALLY and AMAZINGLY BLESSED to be called mama by these three little sweeties. Mother's Day is one of my favorite holidays for sure...another reminder of the best job in the world that I get to live out each day. There are certainly those days that are not the easiest in the world...days where I am humbled as a parent, days that I wish I could just have a moment to myself, days where it seems I haven't accomplished anything, days where I feel defeated and guilty because I yelled at the kids undeservedly. I'm not the perfect parent, but thankfully I have a heavenly Father that is perfect and helps me through each day of this mothering journey...gives me strength, patience, and forgiveness so freely. I certainly couldn't do it without Him! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479005585182898578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TAlWjPs1OZI/AAAAAAAAFI8/46IB3_Yl2mc/s400/May+2010+016.jpg" /&gt;I wouldn't trade the bedtime kisses and hugs I get from my six-year old. I wouldn't trade my four-year old saying "I love you mommy" out of the blue almost daily. I wouldn't trade the big cheeked smiles and full open-mouthed kisses I get from my 9-month old....wouldn't trade them for anything in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my first Mother's Day with sweet little Luca Bella. What joy! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479007290884360594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TAlYGh7wCZI/AAAAAAAAFJc/v8eIittgR6s/s400/May+2010+025.jpg" /&gt;And this woman has taught and modeled to me everything I know about what it means to be a mother. She is the reason why I wanted to be nothing more than a mother since I was a little girl. She continues to mother us all including my children. I feel so blessed to have her in my life. It's not an uncommon thing for her to stop by on a weekly basis with a meal, to take one of the kids or to mop my floor. She's such a breath of fresh air...so encouraging, so giving. I love you, mom!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479006727022505106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TAlXltYm7JI/AAAAAAAAFJU/_HN43DbQNkc/s400/May+2010+021_picnik.jpg" /&gt;We had a great time and some fabulous food at a Mother's Day brunch at Pokagon on Mother's Day. When I got home I took a walk, got a massage and took a nap. It just couldn't have been a more perfect day!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479006510506066914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TAlXZGzEQ-I/AAAAAAAAFJM/GeXeUgjSjCg/s400/May+2010+020_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;New Babies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We recently made a couple of home visits to meet new babies.  Here is our newest little cousin, Michael FuWei, adopted from China and oh so cute.  These two were so cute to watch interact together.  They kept grabbing each other's face. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479010250902603490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TAlay03GBuI/AAAAAAAAFJk/bnC469cms-M/s400/May+2010+010.jpg" /&gt;This little guy was so so tiny and sweet.  Baby Tyler was adopted by a friend recently that has been waiting a very long time for him.  So good to see him in her arms.   &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479011339154705778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TAlbyK6nTXI/AAAAAAAAFJs/9GLok3DV4PY/s400/May+2010+210.jpg" /&gt;Kaiya was loving every minute.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TAld-DmNIUI/AAAAAAAAFJ0/bTeyTQHO8YM/s1600/May+2010+214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479013742371742018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TAld-DmNIUI/AAAAAAAAFJ0/bTeyTQHO8YM/s400/May+2010+214.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-4601445370926640007?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4601445370926640007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=4601445370926640007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/4601445370926640007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/4601445370926640007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html' title='mother&apos;s day'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TAqZp34EwQI/AAAAAAAAFJ8/I_KXudxYXGM/s72-c/mother%27s+day+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-8866140913655648179</id><published>2010-05-05T07:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T08:50:16.096-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luca Bella'/><title type='text'>eight months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S_Pc0d5LMxI/AAAAAAAAFI0/nMVRPgBiIrQ/s1600/May+2010+041_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472960766121030418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S_Pc0d5LMxI/AAAAAAAAFI0/nMVRPgBiIrQ/s400/May+2010+041_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eight months old with three new teeth coming in on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S_Pcue_DGXI/AAAAAAAAFIs/u1ToTy7_f5w/s1600/May+2010+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472960663334885746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S_Pcue_DGXI/AAAAAAAAFIs/u1ToTy7_f5w/s400/May+2010+043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby can go from laying on belly to sitting up.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472960483107568530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S_Pcj_lge5I/AAAAAAAAFIk/spnHDhkZ59M/s400/May+2010+044_picnik.jpg" /&gt;Baby has become mobile...crawling everywhere.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472960306303945826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S_PcZs8PTGI/AAAAAAAAFIc/uJi-g2CIODw/s400/May+2010+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472960114326755506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S_PcOhxT2LI/AAAAAAAAFIU/wbSLg86qypQ/s400/May+2010+046_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472959875907619106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S_PcAplwiSI/AAAAAAAAFIM/8P2s_a0CGEw/s400/May+2010+052.jpg" /&gt;Stands up in her crib and pulls herself up on furniture to a standing position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472959710085100018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S_Pb2_2lsfI/AAAAAAAAFIE/WL4fCwupzVk/s400/May+2010+056_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472959522985544562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S_PbsG2lC3I/AAAAAAAAFH8/5Y1RP3ZzddM/s400/May+2010+055_picnik.jpg" /&gt;Says da-da-da-da-da-da-da.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472959351271962370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S_PbiHK3twI/AAAAAAAAFH0/lgX0HNEcQg4/s400/May+2010+058_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472959168881415698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S_PbXftk1hI/AAAAAAAAFHs/-QIL551a0dM/s400/May+2010+061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-8866140913655648179?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8866140913655648179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=8866140913655648179' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/8866140913655648179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/8866140913655648179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/eight-months.html' title='eight months'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S_Pc0d5LMxI/AAAAAAAAFI0/nMVRPgBiIrQ/s72-c/May+2010+041_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-7258464396344531595</id><published>2010-04-14T06:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:58:20.924-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Immanuel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luca Bella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>Shuttle Take-Off and Beach Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The guys got up early on Monday morning of our vacation to travel to the Kennedy Space Center to watch shuttle Discovery take off into space. It sounded like everyone had the same idea and traffic made it impossible to get there on time for the take-off. They were 40 miles away, pulled over and were still able to get a pretty good view. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468267036721169794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S-Mv5dS-RYI/AAAAAAAAFHc/tZvtK8o9CZ4/s400/April+2010+138.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468266694493934482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S-MvliZpE5I/AAAAAAAAFHU/FEKi2OQRss4/s400/April+2010+142.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468265230190533810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S-MuQTcgXLI/AAAAAAAAFHM/8vrn8LUDtRs/s400/April+2010+143.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468264825218900626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S-Mt4uzvopI/AAAAAAAAFHE/DPAN5Cqsvpw/s400/April+2010+150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468264444813078674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S-Mtilr7cJI/AAAAAAAAFG8/gYMOtk0cKs0/s400/April+2010+159.jpg" /&gt;Our vacation pretty much consisted of split time between the pool and the beach each day. The kids favorite was the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468264128993684978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S-MtQNKt7fI/AAAAAAAAFG0/tmYtiKnXgvc/s400/April+2010+162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468263734390601394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S-Ms5PKAtrI/AAAAAAAAFGs/DrCUmrZ0gdg/s400/April+2010+171_picnik.jpg" /&gt;Bein' silly.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468263501497385698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S-Msrrj8QuI/AAAAAAAAFGk/8h2ldMUQjEU/s400/April+2010+378_picnik.jpg" /&gt;Enjoying the beautiful Florida sunset with my honey. :) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468263267016818802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S-MseCDawHI/AAAAAAAAFGc/79i935wAkBk/s400/April+2010+387.jpg" /&gt;My favorite place to be was the beach...although it was a little more tricky keeping track of all four kiddos there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468262611610194930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S-Mr34eTU_I/AAAAAAAAFGU/HzzNthr254w/s400/April+2010+411.jpg" /&gt;So fun to have this little pumpkin along for her first family vacation with us. She was such a gem. She took naps in the stroller wherever we went...the pool or the beach. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468262300527654626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S-MrlxmcduI/AAAAAAAAFGM/MhNTv-sZQYM/s400/April+2010+413_picnik.jpg" /&gt;A friend of mine let me borrow this little tent which worked perfectly to keep the sun off baby. Thanks Vicki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468270250272524530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S-My0gtUiPI/AAAAAAAAFHk/tlt5cD-5ytw/s400/April+2010+391.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468262092362770098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S-MrZqIEZrI/AAAAAAAAFGE/_er8XGUQbz4/s400/April+2010+417_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swim time with the cousins.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468261654049282834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S-MrAJR_WxI/AAAAAAAAFF8/ArhHizhnGIY/s400/April+2010+419.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Ice cream run~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my sis...only time in our lives that we will both be using strollers at the same time. We've always wanted to have babies at the same time and finally do.  So fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468260762501847794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S-MqMQAhGvI/AAAAAAAAFF0/PjYeYp5doRw/s400/April+2010+425_picnik.jpg" /&gt;Our condo had a beautiful park like setting in our backyard with lots of grass for running around, throwing footballs and that is also where we had the Easter egg hunt. We would always send the kids out to this park bench to eat their popsicles. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468260133665999762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S-MpnpaXi5I/AAAAAAAAFFs/IwLj28VH1kk/s400/April+2010+427.jpg" /&gt;More beach pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459625587435620850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8R8i6G7yfI/AAAAAAAAE9E/qxorqHnppcM/s400/April+2010+449.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459623918761851730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8R7Bx0Gu1I/AAAAAAAAE88/W-vz8850yQg/s400/April+2010+443_picnik.jpg" /&gt;The whole group&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459619460938639170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8R2-TIOp0I/AAAAAAAAE80/GrzUz-mQBhQ/s400/stollfamilyflorida.jpg" /&gt;We ran into so many familiar faces from back home while on the beach.  So fun to walk up and find our cousins, Don &amp;amp; Heather and their sweet family enjoying their vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459618858090273922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8R2bNV-nII/AAAAAAAAE8k/JJJNtijh2Ss/s400/April+2010+451_picnik.jpg" /&gt;cousins- isabella, william &amp;amp; jack&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459592864726571554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8ReyMhI2iI/AAAAAAAAE8c/HKNfrUldeUs/s400/April+2010+452_picnik.jpg" /&gt;Great Aunt Mary Katherine stopped by for a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459592412517262914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8ReX36CZkI/AAAAAAAAE8U/ibY09_u2kZg/s400/April+2010+454_picnik.jpg" /&gt;Grandma time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459580097032261266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8RTLBJmjpI/AAAAAAAAE78/GpGkomIUG6o/s400/April+2010+457.jpg" /&gt;Last night on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459574293057495442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8RN5LqL4ZI/AAAAAAAAE70/C1bJLUIBBqw/s400/April+2010+472_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8ReHM1rEQI/AAAAAAAAE8M/gSo1bg6j2cc/s1600/April+2010+476_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459592126078324994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8ReHM1rEQI/AAAAAAAAE8M/gSo1bg6j2cc/s400/April+2010+476_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459591948261322274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8Rd82ay7iI/AAAAAAAAE8E/V56KMH0lgTY/s400/April+2010+478.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459571891589636834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8RLtZfoYuI/AAAAAAAAE7s/ArekBtyurBE/s400/April+2010+474_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459571609231332466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8RLc9oKlHI/AAAAAAAAE7k/_qAbA7TT618/s400/April+2010+482_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459571338063642802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8RLNLcwALI/AAAAAAAAE7c/LOJxWLZlz08/s400/April+2010+484.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/9044172704420787616-7258464396344531595?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7258464396344531595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=7258464396344531595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/7258464396344531595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/7258464396344531595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/shuttle-take-off-and-beach-vacation.html' title='Shuttle Take-Off and Beach Vacation'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S-Mv5dS-RYI/AAAAAAAAFHc/tZvtK8o9CZ4/s72-c/April+2010+138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-5544279208608766489</id><published>2010-04-08T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T16:23:59.831-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luca Bella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Seven Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seven months old...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8R-m0ciC2I/AAAAAAAAE98/Eg968GgPGNs/s1600/April+2010+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459627853658327906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8R-m0ciC2I/AAAAAAAAE98/Eg968GgPGNs/s400/April+2010+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... and you experienced a lot of firsts ~ first time on the beach, first Easter and first time in a pool.&lt;br /&gt;You liked the water unless someone splashed you in the face. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8R-czNkmYI/AAAAAAAAE90/gZVW2D6jLjs/s1600/April+2010+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459627681528453506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8R-czNkmYI/AAAAAAAAE90/gZVW2D6jLjs/s400/April+2010+090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You lean forward from a sitting position like you want to take off and crawl.  It won't be long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459627229071296770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8R-CdrYSQI/AAAAAAAAE9s/ZercvHM0vtE/s400/April+2010+225_picnik.jpg" /&gt;You like to play peek-a-boo and do funny things that make us all laugh like shaking your head from side to side.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459626825981269090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8R9rADOlGI/AAAAAAAAE9k/F0As2GtxgOk/s400/April+2010+415_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459626531081780914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8R9Z1dtfrI/AAAAAAAAE9c/OF-L8blhDUk/s400/April+2010+445.jpg" /&gt;You are a beauty, my sweetness.  Our family would not be complete without you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8R9ELNDmhI/AAAAAAAAE9U/fSP6daIiNbw/s1600/lucabeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459626158960384530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8R9ELNDmhI/AAAAAAAAE9U/fSP6daIiNbw/s400/lucabeach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459626001800062482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8R87BvHZhI/AAAAAAAAE9M/PDUzsTRFnRk/s400/lucafirsteaster.jpg" /&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/9044172704420787616-5544279208608766489?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5544279208608766489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=5544279208608766489' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/5544279208608766489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/5544279208608766489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/seven-months.html' title='Seven Months'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8R-m0ciC2I/AAAAAAAAE98/Eg968GgPGNs/s72-c/April+2010+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-927205119234790939</id><published>2010-04-07T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T08:29:17.162-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversaries'/><title type='text'>Easter &amp; 40th Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Easter Sunday morning...we headed to the beach all dressed up in our Sunday best.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459632843262406658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8SDJQK2MAI/AAAAAAAAE_U/QwG3iJ4tKaM/s400/April+2010+306_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459633268810729202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8SDiBdeRvI/AAAAAAAAE_c/6smbvEC-RzY/s400/April+2010+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's first Easter - seven months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459633416477417874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8SDqnj9IZI/AAAAAAAAE_k/80AVFEnuqvs/s400/April+2010+042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459633548487897474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8SDyTVtMYI/AAAAAAAAE_s/xFAfWrgzWaE/s400/April+2010+060_picnik.jpg" /&gt;We had our own little family Easter service right on the beach. Twelve days leading up to Easter, we opened one egg each day with a message about Christ. We had three eggs left that we brought along to finish and opened them on Easter morning.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459631844808960514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8SCPIo_qgI/AAAAAAAAE_E/ICY-omuKJxE/s400/April+2010+308_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459650492893259634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8STMmKwZ3I/AAAAAAAAFBM/yW4KCqBanEA/s400/April+2010+064_picnik.jpg" /&gt;Then we took a walk on the beach looking for shells. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459632580370494818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8SC580h9WI/AAAAAAAAE_M/tkGvAaTm2yo/s400/April+2010+310.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459631484054652002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8SB6IudxGI/AAAAAAAAE-8/PU8Th58RtL0/s400/April+2010+311_picnik.jpg" /&gt;My sister made a special Easter brunch for our whole family...crepes with fresh strawberries and whipped creme...so delicious! The brunch was also in honor of my parents 40th wedding anniversary that very day. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459630097578146210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8SApbstOaI/AAAAAAAAE-c/u9i8A_AeNxE/s400/April+2010+320.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459629358867303074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8R_-byUSqI/AAAAAAAAE-U/CJTDOMPfOUc/s400/April+2010+321.jpg" /&gt;The kids also colored eggs...a busy morning, but so much fun!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459631208306717218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8SBqFfCMiI/AAAAAAAAE-0/tiarKbjYjFI/s400/April+2010+316.jpg" /&gt;Kaiya and cousin Rylie&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459630591804723218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8SBGM1gUBI/AAAAAAAAE-s/dL16rPTQNjw/s400/April+2010+318_picnik.jpg" /&gt;Immanuel&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459630279426493762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8SA0BIuzUI/AAAAAAAAE-k/5o-evp-uUgA/s400/April+2010+319_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459628922081562882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8R_lAoe0QI/AAAAAAAAE-M/zqPR4dp21XQ/s400/April+2010+338_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459628640105424258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8R_UmMIZYI/AAAAAAAAE-E/BUO3b9JZ28U/s400/April+2010+376.jpg" /&gt;Later that afternoon, it was time for the big hunt. Kaiya finding her first egg with money inside. :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461106800677111986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8m_s3bUSLI/AAAAAAAAFEk/Q7Hg949S6aw/s400/April+2010+116.jpg" /&gt;Baby has no idea what's going on, but she gets in on the fun as well with daddy's help.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461900469277906370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8yRidXZVcI/AAAAAAAAFFc/3SOS7tvC5y8/s400/April+2010+114.jpg" /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa have done the Easter egg hunt for years and it has become a very well known tradition that everyone looks forward to. They hide several eggs filled with goodies, but the two eggs these kids are really scrambling to find are shiny silver and shiny gold. There is one of each and if you are the lucky one to find them, you get a very nice prize. :) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461129170274693634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8nUC8q_MgI/AAAAAAAAFE8/ZUum3FCICXs/s400/April+2010+121_picnik.jpg" /&gt;Immanuel hit the jackpot with the silver egg and the golden egg this year and is one happy camper.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461114286822550418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8nGgnfea5I/AAAAAAAAFE0/27v_rNIbVN8/s400/April+2010+124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461130121466620706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8nU6UI0KyI/AAAAAAAAFFE/BxpHESlEe9A/s400/April+2010+128.jpg" /&gt;Emmi enjoying her yummy treats. :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466265108439007042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S9wTJ5Sef0I/AAAAAAAAFFk/bMsE1XTc9a4/s400/April+2010+134_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461105776038343714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8m-xOWZdCI/AAAAAAAAFEc/N_0Q2s3XmEQ/s400/April+2010+108_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461103704048831042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8m84nlmikI/AAAAAAAAFEU/Qxk7MrAZd_4/s400/April+2010+083_picnik.jpg" /&gt; The crazy hunters with their crazy grandparents. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461130802906837170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8nVh-s0sLI/AAAAAAAAFFM/W6S8NpUIbio/s400/April+2010+132_picnik.jpg" /&gt; At the brunch on Easter, we presented my parents with a whole stack of anniversary cards that we had friends and family mail to us before leaving for Florida.  It was the perfect gift for them...they enjoyed reading each and every one on this park bench right outside our condo.  Thank you to all who sent a card for them.  It really made their day special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459634834766855362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8SE9LGgfMI/AAAAAAAAE_8/MrYMSDCt9lQ/s400/April+2010+072.jpg" /&gt;What a blessing these two people are in my life...a blessing beyond words!!  And what an example to our family...to my children of a marriage that has withstood the test of time.  I truly value that and am so proud and grateful for that legacy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459650358905794978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8STEzBp8aI/AAAAAAAAFBE/g5E49ueX7l8/s400/momanddad40.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459644612550075714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8SN2ULsJUI/AAAAAAAAFA8/Dbi_D1La3sc/s400/April+2010+243_picnik.jpg" /&gt;Thanks, mom and dad, for all that you are and all that you do for us!  We love you!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 40th!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459644279112154162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8SNi6B5PDI/AAAAAAAAFA0/raMPx4UMH4o/s400/April+2010+245.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459643959707617458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8SNQUJ6yLI/AAAAAAAAFAs/nzT_ChgdEaw/s400/April+2010+249_picnik.jpg" /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-927205119234790939?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/927205119234790939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=927205119234790939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/927205119234790939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/927205119234790939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-40th-anniversary.html' title='Easter &amp; 40th Anniversary'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8SDJQK2MAI/AAAAAAAAE_U/QwG3iJ4tKaM/s72-c/April+2010+306_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-8068412697537476352</id><published>2010-04-06T10:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T13:47:30.892-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><title type='text'>daddy's new look</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Daddy got a new look while in Florida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8SFV1MWJDI/AAAAAAAAFAM/fcwhLXZBt1E/s1600/April+2010+313_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459635258382492722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8SFV1MWJDI/AAAAAAAAFAM/fcwhLXZBt1E/s400/April+2010+313_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459635133842743970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8SFOlPwYqI/AAAAAAAAFAE/EeJ3A8x3Jqw/s400/April+2010+077_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-8068412697537476352?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8068412697537476352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=8068412697537476352' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/8068412697537476352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/8068412697537476352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/daddys-new-look.html' title='daddy&apos;s new look'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8SFV1MWJDI/AAAAAAAAFAM/fcwhLXZBt1E/s72-c/April+2010+313_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-8619084665983753450</id><published>2010-04-05T08:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T13:38:35.858-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Immanuel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaiya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luca Bella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>Fun in the Sun in Orlando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our family vacation began in Orlando. A week before leaving, Kevin and I both felt strongly that we should include our little brother (Big Brothers Big Sisters), Immanuel, on the trip. We're so glad we did. It was a joy to have him along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461087800678707090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8mua66sb5I/AAAAAAAAFDM/bvDR2axuwwg/s400/April+2010+298_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Baby's first dip in the pool. She liked it. :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461100131642679698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8m5orVmoZI/AAAAAAAAFEM/IjJ4hGRAHrc/s400/April+2010+359.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461088371460863138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8mu8JPw9KI/AAAAAAAAFDU/LcmfuPNqxIs/s400/April+2010+297.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461095050912045442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8m1A8JBmYI/AAAAAAAAFEE/cvrD7mw-oTA/s400/April+2010+354.jpg" /&gt;My parents also travelled with us...what a blessing to have them and the extra help with the kids. My sister and her family were there as well...the WHOLE family was together. It's a wonderful feeling when everyone is away from work and all the distractions of daily life...and you can just focus on each other. I love vacations...the freedom from schedules and appointments, the bonding times, the joy of watching grandparents love their grandchildren and cousins play...what a blessing!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461084922378340770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8mrzYaaSaI/AAAAAAAAFCs/_lhATuNuvxs/s400/April+2010+363_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461086101038248162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8ms3_Q1MOI/AAAAAAAAFC8/I-SvtrOMzyE/s400/April+2010+351_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461084062283161890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8mrBUTvYSI/AAAAAAAAFCk/88TiS7k5Exw/s400/April+2010+370.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461085823346462242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8msn0x8ziI/AAAAAAAAFC0/MfnvOgW0J8E/s400/April+2010+360.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We went to Downtown Disney on Good Friday.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461094270982305890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8m0TirSOGI/AAAAAAAAFD8/juCrbP5ZlYg/s400/April+2010+332.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;One of our favorite stops there is Goofy's Candy Company. Here are the kids making sugar sand tubes.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461091337151704418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8mxoxTj7WI/AAAAAAAAFDs/t5E2DcJcPdI/s400/April+2010+333.jpg" /&gt; A highlight of our vacation this year was meeting Kaiya's birthmom and her family at Downtown Disney.  I'm thankful Kaiya had this opportunity and that I was there right by her side to witness this very special meeting.  We have a high respect for Kristin and hold her very close to our hearts.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461093807093687122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8mz4ijno1I/AAAAAAAAFD0/MCcKi3uX5X0/s400/April+2010+345.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461089772747346962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8mwNtcf1BI/AAAAAAAAFDk/rxIKVYEYr2Y/s400/April+2010+342_picnik.jpg" /&gt;Another fun thing about travelling with family is the fun tricks you can play on each other. Somebody plastered our truck with sticky notes!  Hmmmm wonder who that could have been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461083662080878562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8mqqBcFJ-I/AAAAAAAAFCc/URberoXe9HA/s400/April+2010+372.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Time to go to the beach!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-8619084665983753450?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8619084665983753450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=8619084665983753450' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/8619084665983753450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/8619084665983753450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/04/fun-in-sun-in-orlando.html' title='Fun in the Sun in Orlando'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8mua66sb5I/AAAAAAAAFDM/bvDR2axuwwg/s72-c/April+2010+298_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-7529558460872915070</id><published>2010-03-20T11:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T12:04:43.417-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luca Bella'/><title type='text'>baby likes to swing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8nbfJ2I8fI/AAAAAAAAFFU/itHD3IaqknE/s1600/March+2010+314_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461137351428862450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8nbfJ2I8fI/AAAAAAAAFFU/itHD3IaqknE/s400/March+2010+314_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby's first swing ride. {&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you giggled and smiled and kicked your feet&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;Spring 2010&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/9044172704420787616-7529558460872915070?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7529558460872915070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=7529558460872915070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/7529558460872915070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/7529558460872915070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-likes-to-swing.html' title='baby likes to swing'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8nbfJ2I8fI/AAAAAAAAFFU/itHD3IaqknE/s72-c/March+2010+314_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-916175904895070211</id><published>2010-03-17T16:39:00.029-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T15:42:38.187-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great grandparents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funeral'/><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye</title><content type='html'>We said goodbye to a very special Grandma on March 13th...She went to be with Jesus suddenly on March 7th in Florida at the home of her daughter Wilma. It still is so hard to believe that we will not see her smiling face and feel her warm hugs again until we get to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought Kevin said it well on facebook, the day we found out about her passing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Remembering my maternal Grandmother Lydia as she joined Jesus today at age 86. What a blessing she was to many and an instrumental part of my youth. She taught me the importance of a relationship with Christ, a close family and a strong marriage. Most importantly, she modeled all these things on a daily basis, continually serving others."&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461073374202497970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8mhTMGvC7I/AAAAAAAAFCU/GA3fG20LYJ8/s400/April+2010+513_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;February 2004 - Great Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa G. with Caedmon - one month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461052520560682546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8mOVWPFZjI/AAAAAAAAFB0/VEV7_OLGRE0/s400/045_10.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;March 2009 - snuggle time with Great-Grandma G. &amp;amp; Kaiya - age three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461052029905229346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8mN4yZtViI/AAAAAAAAFBs/hSFLy8I9Ueo/s400/florida+09+046_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;October 2009 - Great-Grandma G. with Luca Bella - two months old &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461051393561788370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8mNTv1m_9I/AAAAAAAAFBk/GYXydjTO614/s400/October+2009+173.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;During a break at the viewing when not many people were in the room with the casket, some of the great-grandchildren were running around the room in front of great-grandma's casket. Two of them were mine :)...I quickly quieted them down and reprimanded their running inside...especially at an occasion such as this! My cousin Greg was there also and said it well... that he thought it was fitting to see and hear the little ones being themselves right next to Great-Grandma and how that's just how she would have loved it. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461049485213561410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8mLkqr78kI/AAAAAAAAFBU/RMotY0yrvr4/s400/March+2010+155.jpg" /&gt;She so adored her grandchildren and great-grandchildren!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I loved seeing her love and hold my children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I loved her patience with my children...here she is with Kaiya. Kaiya was fascinated with all the sewing stuff that day. Great-grandma gave Kaiya her own fabric, scissors and thread/needle. Kaiya loved it!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461067411190274674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8mb4GJ1WnI/AAAAAAAAFCE/w8yqdC_OXko/s400/florida+09+37.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I loved how she made us each feel like we were her favorite grandchild or great-grandchild.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461068528285194258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8mc5HqBGBI/AAAAAAAAFCM/39-oJqaoW0s/s400/florida+09+113.jpg" /&gt; ~I loved how she helped me with applesauce, quilting baby quilts and sewing project advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I loved how she encouraged me as a mom each time I saw her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I loved her gentle honesty and convictions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I loved her commitment and love of her family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I loved her cookies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I loved spending time with her and grandpa in Florida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~I loved her hugs and the excitement she always showed when we would see her. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461064677519244706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8mZY-b3vaI/AAAAAAAAFB8/n4btg2qCZYw/s400/florida+09+114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was in March 2009 in Florida when we stayed with them. This was our last morning in Sarasota when we were getting ready to leave to spend a few days in Orlando. Grandma packed little surprises for the kids (in Kaiya's hand) and even for Kevin and I. She put two reader's digest magazines in a bag along with some chocolates. She always put so much thought into things like that. I will miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sad rainy day. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449719860481534578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6FLVtlkqnI/AAAAAAAAE4s/9ONaGYV4tKo/s400/March+2010+165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449720541202039682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6FL9Vd_Q4I/AAAAAAAAE40/VTeNFLru2ic/s400/March+2010+167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Grandma's funeral brought family home from far and wide. What a blessing to get to see our niece and nephews from Alabama again. We all stayed at Kevin's parents house for the weekend...what joy!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449716814874488738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6FIkb0RL6I/AAAAAAAAE4c/y9rSSdVlUAs/s400/March+2010+181.jpg" /&gt;Aunt Joyce and Luca Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449709971913364690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6FCWHzM1NI/AAAAAAAAE30/fQI2plQe0vA/s400/March+2010+224_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449705448948299938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6E-O2cS-KI/AAAAAAAAE3k/VJInB08FDGc/s400/March+2010+227.jpg" /&gt;Kevin's brother was able to come home from Costa Rica as well. We were overjoyed to soak up time with him, but missed the rest of his family terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449709817021036130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6FCNGx_dmI/AAAAAAAAE3s/i7xSBsnb3ys/s400/March+2010+225.jpg" /&gt;What a guy! He was such a blessing to us over the weekend. He rode with us to and from family events throughout the weekend and helped so much with the kids, carrying the car seat countless times. Thanks, Krista, for loaning him to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461049859930287538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8mL6enXbbI/AAAAAAAAFBc/Fap9zDzVXX8/s400/March+2010+162_picnik.jpg" /&gt;A true joy in the midst of the sorrow was to have family come together.&lt;br /&gt;Great-Grandchildren&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449716290205440818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6FIF5Ra2zI/AAAAAAAAE4U/k2FNMPkuN9U/s400/March+2010+202_picnik.jpg" /&gt; Grandchildren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449716032877035602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6FH26pjAFI/AAAAAAAAE4M/mep1eBmrtnw/s400/March+2010+208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449712676177131106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6FEzh97NmI/AAAAAAAAE4E/mz_-g1pQHzI/s400/March+2010+211_picnik.jpg" /&gt;Siblings with spouses&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449712107203143490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6FESaX9J0I/AAAAAAAAE38/HG3Th3nIrOg/s400/March+2010+219.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Great-Grandma's death and funeral became a teachable moment for our two oldest children. It really got them thinking about life and death...and it sparked alot of questions and cute comments.&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caedmon: "When I die and go to heaven, will my hair go with me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaiya: "Luca is thinking about you, mom. That's why she has tears, because she's thinking about you when you get old and die."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a couple weeks later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaiya: "I'm going to cry, mom, when you're a grandma and die."&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&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/9044172704420787616-916175904895070211?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/916175904895070211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=916175904895070211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/916175904895070211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/916175904895070211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S8mhTMGvC7I/AAAAAAAAFCU/GA3fG20LYJ8/s72-c/April+2010+513_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-8723601458657386537</id><published>2010-03-12T05:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T15:16:05.865-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caedmon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><title type='text'>shooting hoops</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAEDMON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Your very first year of being on a basketball team was a fun memory. Playing sports is definitely a love of yours and you seem to have a natural talent. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451767860130699618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6iR--z7WWI/AAAAAAAAE7M/XEctcKvqNU4/s400/February+2010+058.jpg" /&gt;You learned a lot this season...how to guard, how to pass, how to make a better basket...but most of all, how to play with a team and all the lessons that go along with that...sharing the ball, listening to your coach and congratulating others successes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6iQnxM2ccI/AAAAAAAAE7E/f7E4JIjr_Rw/s1600-h/February+2010+052_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451766361828520386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6iQnxM2ccI/AAAAAAAAE7E/f7E4JIjr_Rw/s400/February+2010+052_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Your energy amazes me sometimes. You seem to have an extra supply. It was a joy to watch you play...not making many baskets at the beginning of the season, but not giving up...you kept trying. And then toward the end of the season, seeing the look on your face when you made basket after basket...we're so proud of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451763756382260610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6iOQHKDjYI/AAAAAAAAE60/ZTfWm5QUsYs/s400/February+2010+025_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451762833406925346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6iNaYzlmiI/AAAAAAAAE6s/tq3Y6LpgX88/s400/February+2010+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Caedmon to Luca:  I'll never stop loving you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-8723601458657386537?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8723601458657386537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=8723601458657386537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/8723601458657386537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/8723601458657386537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/shooting-hoops.html' title='shooting hoops'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6iR--z7WWI/AAAAAAAAE7M/XEctcKvqNU4/s72-c/February+2010+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-8672981098560836391</id><published>2010-03-10T16:35:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T16:31:25.114-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luca Bella'/><title type='text'>six months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Six months old and sitting up like a big girl.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450822324323608738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6U2BjcT6KI/AAAAAAAAE6c/e_FhXTILTdo/s400/March+2010+015_picnik.jpg" /&gt;You are much more content to sit and play with toys.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6U2K96XaBI/AAAAAAAAE6k/gDVrynVOdJo/s1600-h/March+2010+016_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450822486047811602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6U2K96XaBI/AAAAAAAAE6k/gDVrynVOdJo/s400/March+2010+016_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Your hair has grown a little more. It looks like it's going to be blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450817762527923154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6Ux4Bbdy9I/AAAAAAAAE5E/pkhW-QqoIE4/s400/lucasixmonths.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's that other girl starring at me?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450821783055468034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6U1iDD7hgI/AAAAAAAAE6M/9d8wiJsvJ_Y/s400/March+2010+069_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haven't been sick all winter, but this month you got bronchitis with an ear infection. It took two trips to see the doctor before you began to get better again. Your sickness has been causing you to get up at night...it's been a tiring month for your mama....but she would do anything for that sweet little face (and with the Lord's help!). :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450822002841021858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6U1u1047aI/AAAAAAAAE6U/P667Ie7rQzs/s400/lucasixmonths3.jpg" /&gt;At your six month doctor appointment you weighed 17  pounds and 12.5 ounces.  You were 25 1/4 inches.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450820958719280050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6U0yEK3g7I/AAAAAAAAE58/4HcRQFGETHg/s400/March+2010+096.jpg" /&gt;You like and need your sleep....usually two 2-3 hour naps a day. You nap well. You've dropped your late evening nap and are ready for bed by 7:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450818807077498338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6Uy00rfbeI/AAAAAAAAE5s/MbCCDBsUUtM/s400/March+2010+239_picnik.jpg" /&gt;You laugh and smile when mommy dances and sings to you. You clap your feet when lying on your back. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450818643375615410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6UyrS167bI/AAAAAAAAE5k/bnr0uPQxocI/s400/March+2010+259.jpg" /&gt;You are afraid of the sweeper and get a very worried look on your face when mommy turns it on...sometimes bursting into full blown tears. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450818143280885634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6UyOL2C74I/AAAAAAAAE5U/TzNbi1H4sD4/s400/March+2010+267.jpg" /&gt;You sit with mommy and daddy in church...usually taking your morning nap during the sermon. You smile and laugh when mommy bounces you during the worship singing. You love music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450818021285134162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6UyHFX_f1I/AAAAAAAAE5M/i64iC8gUkR4/s400/March+2010+291.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have two teeth. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450817494390618770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6UxoaijOpI/AAAAAAAAE48/N6KoE7JTahg/s400/lucatwoteeth.jpg" /&gt;You get a lot of attention at the grocery store from all the little old ladies and some grandpas too. One time when Grandma S. was shopping with mommy and holding you, an old man kept following her around the store. He couldn't resist your cute little face. Grandma was getting a little concerned. :) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450818496406929714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6UyivV2wTI/AAAAAAAAE5c/HwtwY0BvVQg/s400/March+2010+260.jpg" /&gt; Ok, mama...that's enough pictures already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450820721414381250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6U0kQI-HsI/AAAAAAAAE50/MGjk4wm35b4/s400/March+2010+237.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-8672981098560836391?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8672981098560836391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=8672981098560836391' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/8672981098560836391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/8672981098560836391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/03/six-months.html' title='six months'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S6U2BjcT6KI/AAAAAAAAE6c/e_FhXTILTdo/s72-c/March+2010+015_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-1243565048606439959</id><published>2010-02-22T12:52:00.068-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T06:29:53.402-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Riveria Maya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexico'/><title type='text'>Riviera Maya with my Valentine</title><content type='html'>Well, here they finally are...photos of our romantic get away vacation that we took a couple weeks ago. It really feels like it was all a dream and I just sit here and smile when I think about the wonderful sweet memories of this trip that we felt so blessed to be a part of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It certainly wasn't an easy week getting ready to go though. I've never left any of my children as young as Luca...only five months old...so little and still needing me so much. It was hard...very hard. Kevin earned this trip through work and we had it planned before we knew our sweet little baby girl would be born. What made it even harder was that I had to take two out of three kiddos to see the doctor two days before leaving. Caedmon and Luca had ear infections and bronchiolitis and came home with three medications each. I was very close to calling the whole thing off...my mom told me to go. And what a wonderful blessing she and my mother-in-law were to keep our children for us while we were gone. Caedmon and Luca stayed with my mom and Kaiya stayed with Kevin's mom.  Thanks to my sweet cousin, Heather, for keeping Kaiya overnight one night as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting everyone packed, school schedules, feeding schedules, basketball schedules and medicine schedules written down and organized, my head was starting to spin...I was ready to get out the door and on my way to relaxation!! So out the door I went with the kids....a little teary eyed, but ready to drop them off at my mom's and meet Kevin to drive to Chicago. We made it to the end of the lane...barely, with snow blowing and drifting across our driveway. I stopped and my mouth dropped open when I saw that the end of our drive was completely drifted shut. I knew that if I backed up I would get stuck as well. So there we sat...and prayed. I called Kevin and he was on his way to help when our neighbor drove by and noticed me sitting there helpless. He had a big 4x4 truck and made tracks for me to get out. Thank you Lord and thank you kind neighbor. From that point on everything was smooooooth sailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We arrived in Mexico on Thursday, February 11th. Our hotel picked us up at the airport in this limo. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5VjbI3c1yI/AAAAAAAAE3c/aLN2Ugw5otQ/s1600-h/February+2010+364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446368642262161186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5VjbI3c1yI/AAAAAAAAE3c/aLN2Ugw5otQ/s400/February+2010+364.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Champagne and cold scented washcloths were waiting for us inside...I could get used this really fast! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446368257021375042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5VjEtu48kI/AAAAAAAAE3U/-zO7bcHia4U/s400/February+2010+368.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446367821564209698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5VirXhz6iI/AAAAAAAAE3M/-f1tsnwY5Jg/s400/February+2010+367.jpg" /&gt;There were several of these beautiful birds that would squawk "hola" at us while we were walking around our resort. :) It was fun getting up close...but, not too close. This picture was taken right after Kevin got his finger chomped on. Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446364173923115682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5VfXDAZ4qI/AAAAAAAAE28/ZhoLKM-8esU/s400/February+2010+130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446340787289026610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5VKFxAVcDI/AAAAAAAAE20/khQ0Esm3Vfc/s400/February+2010+141.jpg" /&gt;We took a 20 minute boat trip to a small Mexican town called Puerto Morelos. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446340225885995394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5VJlFnbAYI/AAAAAAAAE2s/X5nuQE9Vi0Q/s400/February+2010+145.jpg" /&gt;I loved exploring this little town, mingling with the people a bit... &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446339684753843154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5VJFlvdo9I/AAAAAAAAE2k/nSf_7lTEFaI/s400/February+2010+148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446338998512470146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5VIdpSxSII/AAAAAAAAE2c/dt6MNL6jjm4/s400/February+2010+150_picnik.jpg" /&gt;...and doing some shopping at the market.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446338173164103074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5VHtmoYpaI/AAAAAAAAE2U/oLqVP56OBX4/s400/February+2010+160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446329529128548178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5U_2dFtd1I/AAAAAAAAE2M/MWPVRUZ1mgo/s400/February+2010+166.jpg" /&gt; All that mingling and shopping made me have to go...if you know what I mean. I asked like four or five people where I could use the "bano". They pointed and spoke Spanish that I didn't quite understand. By this time I really had to go. When I finally found it, I had to pay 5 pesos...I think that's like .40 cents. I was happy to pay. Too bad the toilet didn't have a seat though. :(&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446328755711248866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5U_Jb4qCeI/AAAAAAAAE2E/OrqJRRuuNpc/s400/February+2010+167_picnik.jpg" /&gt;We ate fabulous tacos at a tiny little restaurant where the bano was. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446308818662358818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5UtA8lyfyI/AAAAAAAAE1s/zPShGhDzXOE/s400/February+2010+172.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;The kitchen where our fabulous tacos were prepared.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446325776157797730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5U8cALwbWI/AAAAAAAAE18/VI6L41BK5tg/s400/February+2010+168.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446322810508660114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5U5vYR5zZI/AAAAAAAAE10/1J1H4e4KaOw/s400/February+2010+170.jpg" /&gt;Our room...with maid service three times a day.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446298338145013378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5Uje5nvDoI/AAAAAAAAE1E/Xt_N3pnjEyo/s400/February+2010+179.jpg" /&gt;The last maid service of each day included turn down service with tiny little flowers spread across the bed and robes and slippers laid out for each of us.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446298849080820338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5Uj8pAUwnI/AAAAAAAAE1M/6p6YIVj0Rd8/s400/February+2010+180_picnik.jpg" /&gt;The doors behind us open up to a balcony overlooking the ocean.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446305243400202050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5Upw1s3Z0I/AAAAAAAAE1k/G7mwT7VNUmE/s400/February+2010+173_picnik.jpg" /&gt;Kids?...what kids? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No seriously, I was thankful that international calls were included with our stay. I think I called home three or four times on the first day there. :) I cut it back to twice a day after that.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446304798388260146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5UpW75wDTI/AAAAAAAAE1c/1ImIXfHghDs/s400/February+2010+175.jpg" /&gt; The bathroom.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446287542992375778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5UZqiiyD-I/AAAAAAAAE08/UBRHSDSn5zY/s400/February+2010+184.jpg" /&gt;bathtub&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446301091202424434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5Ul_JjxXnI/AAAAAAAAE1U/PKKV3DX2Cp4/s400/February+2010+183.jpg" /&gt;And even ribbon-tied toilet paper...seriously...I couldn't get over all the little surprises this place had around every corner. So fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446364856430176626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5Vf-xixKXI/AAAAAAAAE3E/azUXfeEYsMg/s400/February+2010+083.jpg" /&gt;I think one of the very best parts of this place was how very quiet it was. This was off one of our balconies. I loved laying out here in the morning sunshine and listening to the waves from the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446286699618012850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5UY5cuqjrI/AAAAAAAAE00/2X-juK1BoU0/s400/February+2010+186.jpg" /&gt;One of the highlights while we were there was when Kevin and I would sit out on this balcony and just talk. Talk without any interruptions...about goals for ourselves, our family, our marriage, our spiritual lives. So refreshing...definitely a highlight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446286460076687938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5UYrgXkAkI/AAAAAAAAE0s/_kc22hDS3IU/s400/February+2010+201.jpg" /&gt; Photos at the resort&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446285901533165106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5UYK_oaNjI/AAAAAAAAE0k/xX_UMw03mSE/s400/February+2010+208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446284654680565858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5UXCavlaGI/AAAAAAAAE0c/NIfawOXv_so/s400/February+2010+211.jpg" /&gt;My favorite part of the vacation...gettin' some sunshine and enjoying the poolside service...endless drinks, cold washcloths, snacks...all without moving a muscle...this was really a struggle. :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441147688795032914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S4LW_pkQzVI/AAAAAAAAExs/BO4GDIgdb5I/s400/February+2010+327.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441147077603317298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S4LWcEszVjI/AAAAAAAAExk/ipZ0MKr4YGc/s400/February+2010+326.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441145056231670226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S4LUmagPwdI/AAAAAAAAExM/4X_R8atUSok/s400/February+2010+330.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441144335639630434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S4LT8eFt0mI/AAAAAAAAExE/xm8nEwebNvk/s400/February+2010+338.jpg" /&gt;We took a two hour van trip to visit the Mayan Ruins in Tulum, Mexico. I admit, I was hesitant to go and miss out on the poolside sunbathing...but, I was glad we went. What amazing history we learned that day about the Mayan culture...their intelligence was quite incredible.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446283924616712402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5UWX7CzENI/AAAAAAAAE0U/xTpApP0FnXY/s400/February+2010+223.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446279312877389234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5USLe-dhbI/AAAAAAAAE0M/bqG-hA7jNJM/s400/February+2010+238.jpg" /&gt;And the views were breathtaking.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446278500316130162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5URcL8wq3I/AAAAAAAAE0E/6gYb8_bIWuw/s400/February+2010+248_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446277368605836930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5UQaUAABoI/AAAAAAAAEz8/A3AA-Z_hEFE/s400/February+2010+255_picnik.jpg" /&gt;Part of our group went to the ruins...Spike &amp;amp; Ann, Steve &amp;amp; Wanda, Randy &amp;amp; Deb and Kevin and I.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446275355653486194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5UOlJKwtnI/AAAAAAAAEz0/jgvIJMsp6VY/s400/February+2010+261_picnik.jpg" /&gt;Room service 24 hours a day...what's better than dessert? Dessert in bed. :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441184506351462690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S4L4etpwKSI/AAAAAAAAEyU/yaFiSDyGJc0/s400/February+2010+275_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445283795915740162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5GIwxS_lAI/AAAAAAAAEzs/MBKTVUNgyl4/s400/February+2010+265.jpg" /&gt;This is sure going to be hard to top...the Valentine's day of my dreams!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445283427033464034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5GIbTGmvOI/AAAAAAAAEzk/JzMjE3Ia5AY/s400/february14th2010.jpg" /&gt;These "beds on the beach" were kind of hilarious and yet quite romantic too. There were three or four on our beach and the curtains could be pulled for privacy. :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445283132260507218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5GIKI_QXlI/AAAAAAAAEzc/Eb5d_hqIiRs/s400/February+2010+273_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445282904717898898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5GH85U3tJI/AAAAAAAAEzU/UskJuypXN3E/s400/bwvalentinesbeach20102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445282306255863538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5GHaD4ZvvI/AAAAAAAAEzM/gKx8nUz-X6w/s400/February+2010+271_picnik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445281961208886594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5GHF-eytUI/AAAAAAAAEzE/vaeDDu5srrg/s400/valentinesday2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445281817588254674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5GG9nc9x9I/AAAAAAAAEy8/NsT7nMLsD78/s400/valentinebeach2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441148533331705410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S4LXwztfvkI/AAAAAAAAEx8/dISaawjWv1g/s400/February+2010+313.jpg" /&gt;Our dinner was at a restaurant right at the resort. We had a great table with an incredible view of the pool. All my senses were quite pleased that night...the sights, sounds, tastes &amp;amp; touches. There were three amigos singing and playing guitars serenading us during dinner. The meal was a special red Valentine meal. I loved everything...strawberry soup, salad, herb crusted salmon, sorbet for the palate cleanser and a red raspberry dessert. Each course was presented with an explanation and a bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441149659102796306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S4LYyViPWhI/AAAAAAAAEyM/NR5mBP25N1o/s400/February+2010+307.jpg" /&gt;An unforgettable evening &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441149338208771682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S4LYfqHJHmI/AAAAAAAAEyE/orjg-Rw6v4Y/s400/February+2010+300.jpg" /&gt;Kevin getting his complimentary massage.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441148048793568690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S4LXUmqmhbI/AAAAAAAAEx0/e9i45pBe4K4/s400/February+2010+321.jpg" /&gt;Our last day was probably the most gorgeous day we had...a good note to leave on.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441145923587373138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S4LVY5p9eFI/AAAAAAAAExc/Vs5CJO566yQ/s400/February+2010+299.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441145326714941026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S4LU2KIe7mI/AAAAAAAAExU/ij7xgziHA8g/s400/February+2010+298.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441142745952139010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S4LSf8CrtwI/AAAAAAAAEw8/k5Z3C45ghRg/s400/February+2010+349.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441140563154271762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S4LQg4fHfhI/AAAAAAAAEws/X9vLY3wt46M/s400/February+2010+341.jpg" /&gt;Yoga class on the docks&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441142109223028226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S4LR64CohgI/AAAAAAAAEw0/D2z9YFshfSM/s400/February+2010+346.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441129098261774594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S4LGFibvQQI/AAAAAAAAEwU/8O9WeGiOo6c/s400/February+2010+350.jpg" /&gt;Mr. Iguana came by for a visit while we were lounging at the pool.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441127704474722450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S4LE0aLAoJI/AAAAAAAAEwM/XG3iIZn4nIU/s400/February+2010+351.jpg" /&gt;One last meal at the outdoor restaurant...they had a woodfire grill that smelled fabulous and made the food taste amazing...reminded me of Carrabba's.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441140022285848306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S4LQBZmCTvI/AAAAAAAAEwk/Jhs1LYbbvW0/s400/February+2010+354.jpg" /&gt;Our last lunch before packing up and flying home. Wish I could pack up this view and take it home with me too. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441127544779281458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S4LErHQplDI/AAAAAAAAEwE/O3DwM4EckhA/s400/February+2010+358.jpg" /&gt; Kevin and I both commented many times a day that we felt so blessed to be here and experience this beautiful place. Many happy memories!&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/9044172704420787616-1243565048606439959?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1243565048606439959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=1243565048606439959' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/1243565048606439959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/1243565048606439959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/02/riviera-maya-with-my-valentine.html' title='Riviera Maya with my Valentine'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S5VjbI3c1yI/AAAAAAAAE3c/aLN2Ugw5otQ/s72-c/February+2010+364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-1873103945636325208</id><published>2010-02-01T13:18:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:38:05.572-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luca Bella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby dedication'/><title type='text'>thirty-five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHICAGO&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444095017860677106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S41Pkx8PPfI/AAAAAAAAEyc/Wtbk1Ds82_c/s400/January+2010+113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My birthday always falls over our annual Northwestern Chicago trip which isn't a bad deal at all! I quite enjoy the trip each year. Kevin is in meetings during the days and the evenings are filled with fancy dinners and socializing. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441107144257491330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S4KyHpZO0YI/AAAAAAAAEv0/9DHyQpu6L18/s400/January+2010+071.jpg" /&gt;This year, Luca came along. What fun to focus on her and bond a little more. She was a joy. We've taken each of our children as babies and have a picture marking their first trip to Chicago. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caedmon - January 2004&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444100216329000274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S41UTXvq1VI/AAAAAAAAEys/ebtPsvv3wJ4/s400/CCF03022010_00000.jpg" /&gt;Kaiya - January 2006&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444096354082437666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S41QyjwVOiI/AAAAAAAAEyk/a-d8K9HZLn0/s400/100_2700.jpg" /&gt;Luca - January 2010&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433347308613942706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S2cglw9CPbI/AAAAAAAAEu8/rGZAYav1LxA/s400/January+2010+120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do I do during the days while Kevin is in meetings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, things like...sleep, read, watch TV, take lots of time getting ready. :)  In the past I've brought scrap booking stuff along and have worked on that. This year, I left all that at home and practiced taking pictures with the new camera we recently purchased as a combined Christmas gift. Well, I discovered I have a lot to learn, but I'm excited and eager to learn what this camera can do. Luca and I had fun! :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433347015848746754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S2cgUuUX3wI/AAAAAAAAEu0/PilWXJ-Yivc/s400/photography+practice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433347716415686498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S2cg9gIjB2I/AAAAAAAAEvE/wmeKUrAuUbc/s400/January+2010+117.jpg" /&gt;I always love it when my friend, Jenny is there too.  Her youngest, Luke, is a little over a month older than Luca. :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433348515546272754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S2chsBIIE_I/AAAAAAAAEvM/gseUFmkTfYI/s400/January+2010+104.jpg" /&gt;On the way home from Chicago on Saturday, I talked Kevin into stopping by the outlets in Michigan City for a little birthday shopping and found some great deals.  :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, my actual birthday, was baby dedication day at our church.  I was thrilled when I found out they were doing one on my birthday...a perfect way to celebrate how God has blessed me this past year!  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S4Ky6k1CjQI/AAAAAAAAEv8/_TK0Dm5d8f0/s1600-h/January+2010+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441108019205278978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S4Ky6k1CjQI/AAAAAAAAEv8/_TK0Dm5d8f0/s400/January+2010+080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441103891335790802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S4KvKTUQwNI/AAAAAAAAEvs/P1uvzzDWoe0/s400/January+2010+082.jpg" /&gt; Most of our family made it to the service and joined us for lunch at Cracker Barrel afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433638046306949394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S2gpA7QsWRI/AAAAAAAAEvk/O34JEX7UoK4/s400/January+2010+083.jpg" /&gt;We got home from lunch and started getting ready to watch the Colts that evening.  Kevin said he needed to run to the gas station for something which I thought was a little strange, but didn't think too much about it.  When he returned, he had a babysitter for the kids and said we were going out.  We ended up a my favorite dessert place...De brands.  Some friends were waiting there for us as a surprise.  I thought it was sweet of him to surprise me like that, but that wasn't the end of it.  Since "words of affirmation" is my love language, he had several friends and family write encouraging letters to me that he read out loud.  That's when I went into the ugly cry.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433358082234744738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S2cqY30Zf6I/AAAAAAAAEvU/xrmZAh6qdCo/s400/January+2010+088.jpg" /&gt;So very very thoughtful of my sweet husband to do this for me, but that wasn't it.  He also arranged date nights for each month of this year and had friends and family volunteer to babysit for us.  I was blown away and felt so loved.  Thanks to all of you who either wrote wonderful words of encouragement to me or volunteered to babysit.  It meant more than you will ever know!  I love you all and I am very blessed to have you in my life!! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A memorable 35th indeed!&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/9044172704420787616-1873103945636325208?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1873103945636325208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=1873103945636325208' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/1873103945636325208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/1873103945636325208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/02/thirty-five.html' title='thirty-five'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S41Pkx8PPfI/AAAAAAAAEyc/Wtbk1Ds82_c/s72-c/January+2010+113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-397661595819341434</id><published>2010-01-26T07:16:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T08:32:25.237-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luca Bella'/><title type='text'>five months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're five months.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431023060962295490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S17esvucvsI/AAAAAAAAEuM/RP37wUIHXYA/s400/January+2010+135.jpg" /&gt;You can roll from your tummy to your back.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431022606002853090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S17eSQ3qlOI/AAAAAAAAEuE/MnoeShvU08E/s400/January+2010+146.jpg" /&gt;I found your first tooth exactly on your five month birthday.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431022341040131858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S17eC1zoTxI/AAAAAAAAEt8/bhtUpE8G7vE/s400/January+2010+149.jpg" /&gt;You woke up with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a sleepy smile that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crept across your face.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a little tooth had finally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;found it's place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-author unknown&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431022100735248802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S17d02meyaI/AAAAAAAAEt0/KCnQbnY_i0I/s400/January+2010+156.jpg" /&gt;You know who your mama is and lock eyes with me when someone else is holding you.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S17kwuPHZwI/AAAAAAAAEus/FUc3X5dgBdo/s1600-h/January+2010+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431029726351681282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S17kwuPHZwI/AAAAAAAAEus/FUc3X5dgBdo/s400/January+2010+179.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You're eating cereal, vegetables and fruits three times a day and a bottle before bed.  You wake up in the morning between 7 and 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S17hBkt5oYI/AAAAAAAAEuU/rkoPRs5zObg/s1600-h/January+2010+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431025617807712642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S17hBkt5oYI/AAAAAAAAEuU/rkoPRs5zObg/s400/January+2010+204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When 8pm comes around, you're done...ready for your bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S17dowgVxhI/AAAAAAAAEts/BJsAIQ1my8Q/s1600-h/January+2010+196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431021892940449298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S17dowgVxhI/AAAAAAAAEts/BJsAIQ1my8Q/s400/January+2010+196.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You're in size three diapers and three to six month clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S17ddrVAVuI/AAAAAAAAEtk/O7f1NObzbHE/s1600-h/lucafivemonths2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431021702572168930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S17ddrVAVuI/AAAAAAAAEtk/O7f1NObzbHE/s400/lucafivemonths2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can sit with support and pull yourself forward in your highchair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S17dVFV3HiI/AAAAAAAAEtc/qWexpsbjFDc/s1600-h/bwluca5months2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431021554936258082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S17dVFV3HiI/AAAAAAAAEtc/qWexpsbjFDc/s400/bwluca5months2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/9044172704420787616-397661595819341434?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/397661595819341434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=397661595819341434' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/397661595819341434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/397661595819341434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/five-months.html' title='five months'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S17esvucvsI/AAAAAAAAEuM/RP37wUIHXYA/s72-c/January+2010+135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-69636370514108196</id><published>2010-01-18T18:59:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T11:41:15.956-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caedmon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>Caedmon's Lego Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428233836644337506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1T16hbxB2I/AAAAAAAAEsk/Xe_-eFGrXt0/s400/caedmon%27s+6th+invitation.jpg" /&gt;The inspiration for the invitation came from &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd58/deannasdesigns/pictures062-1.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://deannasstuff.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-gonna-be-lego-birthday-party.html&amp;amp;h=679&amp;amp;w=1023&amp;amp;sz=267&amp;amp;tbnid=uMW_3X3OYQQa0M:&amp;amp;tbnh=100&amp;amp;tbnw=150&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dlego%2Binvitations&amp;amp;usg=__vPxRn_Ae-_7KuLhXMV8fnqJUvNQ=&amp;amp;ei=SvpUS7yIBYHcNb_SiJYJ&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=image_result&amp;amp;resnum=11&amp;amp;ct=image&amp;amp;ved=0CDMQ9QEwCg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. We celebrated Caedmon's 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday on Saturday with a small party at our house. This boy LOVES &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Legos&lt;/span&gt;, so it wasn't hard to determine a fitting theme. He spends most of his time playing with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Legos&lt;/span&gt; in his room....before school and as soon as he gets home, I find him here. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428421470827112162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1WgkRPA5uI/AAAAAAAAEtM/lPn-JcGXLK0/s400/December+2009+063.jpg" /&gt;I love his creativity and seeing what he comes up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun searching the i&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nternet&lt;/span&gt; for ideas for the cake. I decided to make it a day ahead (in my mind thinking just in case something goes wrong). After pulling the cake out of the oven and letting it cool, I proceeded to flip it out of the pan...to make a long story short, it ended up crashing on the floor with cake flying everywhere. Luca had been taking a nap and was awakened by the crash and sound of my scream. I know, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;should've &lt;/span&gt;taken a picture...with the ant issue we have right now and for my own sanity, I wanted to get it cleaned up as fast as possible. :) After taking a deep breath, cleaning up the mess and attending to my crying baby, I mixed up another cake and pressed forward. Isn't that how life is sometimes...people or circumstances knock us down and we feel discouraged and defeated. God picks up the pieces and can still make something beautiful if we keep pressing on and keep a positive attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still can't believe I have a six year old. Caedmon is growing up so fast and the older he gets the more I'm learning to let go a little more...and the more I realize that I can't protect him from everything.  Now that he is in school everyday, there are many things that happen that I will never see...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointments&lt;/span&gt;, hurts, negative influences and peer pressure.  My job now is to be his biggest cheerleader and coach him along this journey of life to become the man God wants him to be.  I want to get it right...this parenting thing...although I fail miserably so many times....I want to be the mom that God wants me to be and that Caedmon needs me to be...praying my way through.    &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428234608181179730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1T2nboe9VI/AAAAAAAAEss/jGIabAwlZPE/s400/January+2010+038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428235959999835314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1T32HjKrLI/AAAAAAAAEs8/8xtFWU703Bc/s400/January+2010+062.jpg" /&gt;The inspiration for the birthday cake came from &lt;a href="http://www.bettycrocker.com/entertaining/birthday-parties/kid-birthdays/Building-Blocks-Birthday-Party.htm"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428235330198533490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1T3RdW1dXI/AAAAAAAAEs0/x94KxHUQcQY/s400/January+2010+045.jpg" /&gt;Caedmon continues to be the humor of our family.  Along with his free-spirited personality comes a soft and sensitive heart that cares for others...if you can use strong and sensitive in the same sentence that is what he is. :)   He loves traditions and when we're all together as family doing anything...especially with his cousins.  He loves school and is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;continuing&lt;/span&gt; to improve with his reading skills.  He is very creative...loves to draw and color and has quite a collection of drawings including turkeys, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;legos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;indians&lt;/span&gt;, houses, sledding etc.  When I asked him what his favorite subject was, he said Math.  He loves food!  Favorite food right now is rice and beans and pizza.  He loves sports...especially the Colts...and is playing basketball on a team at our church.     &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1T47nypINI/AAAAAAAAEtE/SKl-wdQBT-c/s1600-h/January+2010+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428237154065653970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1T47nypINI/AAAAAAAAEtE/SKl-wdQBT-c/s400/January+2010+051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday to my strong, sensitive, growing boy!  I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-69636370514108196?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/69636370514108196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=69636370514108196' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/69636370514108196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/69636370514108196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/caedmons-lego-party.html' title='Caedmon&apos;s Lego Party'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1T16hbxB2I/AAAAAAAAEsk/Xe_-eFGrXt0/s72-c/caedmon%27s+6th+invitation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-2586981192563850489</id><published>2010-01-08T13:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T07:02:42.533-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Weber&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luca Bella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year&apos;s'/><title type='text'>it's 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since our New Years Eve was spent having Christmas with Kevin's family, we decided to come home and go to bed at a decent time....which was fine with me...I like my sleep these days.  :)  And the very next day, we had company.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1Ss6BcRAII/AAAAAAAAEsc/736hu90cAtg/s1600-h/January+2010+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428153563707670658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1Ss6BcRAII/AAAAAAAAEsc/736hu90cAtg/s400/January+2010+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So fun to have the Weber's at our house and especially on Joyce's birthday!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428153428363091858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1SsyJPmn5I/AAAAAAAAEsU/dTLkRu8tL14/s400/January+2010+003.jpg" /&gt;Great-grandma giving Luca her sock monkey at our extended family Christmas the following Sunday.  Great-grandma has made one of these for each of her great-grandchildren.  It's been fun to see how creative she has gotten with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428153321706441986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1Ssr76rTQI/AAAAAAAAEsM/CWFN9ZBlZgQ/s400/January+2010+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Time for solids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since Luca still has some spitting up issues, her Dr. recommended we go ahead and start her on solids to see if that would help.  Well, we took it slow for the first few days because she wasn't liking it too much.  Cereal was flyin' through the air...I don't even wanna think about how it will be when we start the carrots. :)  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428153156678207554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1SsiVI4SEI/AAAAAAAAEsE/zMiOgG79Qnc/s400/January+2010+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428153046911868994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1Ssb8Oi4EI/AAAAAAAAEr8/IjUP0CFbW7c/s400/January+2010+013.jpg" /&gt;Let me tell you, it was a pretty big event when I fed her off a spoon for the first time.  The kids were so excited...so fun to see them at the ages they are with their baby sister.  Caedmon suggested I take this picture. :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428152890234759170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1SsS0jz6AI/AAAAAAAAEr0/UzomALab7Uc/s400/January+2010+015.jpg" /&gt;Baby has become more mobile. We have the perfect floors for this Jeep that has been passed down to all my kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428152608549163618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1SsCbMu0mI/AAAAAAAAErs/gzCJnwcuqz0/s400/January+2010+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428152235219789234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1SrsscEpbI/AAAAAAAAErk/sekak5RObok/s400/January+2010+020.jpg" /&gt;I've been putting Luca down for naps in her pack n play...partly because nap time for her is the same time as room time for Kaiya and partly because we'll be going to Chicago and I want her to get comfortable with it in a strange environment before we leave.  One morning after I heard her wake up, I thought she was being a little too quiet for just waking up.  Kaiya decided to keep her sister company.  It was sweet to see them already laughing and playing together as sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428151154999295314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1Sqt0Tb_VI/AAAAAAAAErc/KSVbGphJJyA/s400/January+2010+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428150996620021042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1SqkmS4DTI/AAAAAAAAErU/2t8MNZV4rp4/s400/January+2010+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-2586981192563850489?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2586981192563850489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=2586981192563850489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/2586981192563850489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/2586981192563850489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-2010.html' title='it&apos;s 2010!'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1Ss6BcRAII/AAAAAAAAEsc/736hu90cAtg/s72-c/January+2010+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-133675435851881661</id><published>2010-01-03T13:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:34:46.886-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caedmon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>it's time to celebrate</title><content type='html'>Christmas break was jam packed full of celebrating this year. We celebrated Luca meeting her aunt Joyce for the first time.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427440836761446386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1Ikr2qdZ_I/AAAAAAAAEq0/EiHHejoEh5o/s400/December+2009+161.jpg" /&gt;We celebrated the December and January birthdays on Kevin's side of the family. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427441590232025170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1IlXtj2CFI/AAAAAAAAErE/_6nTHKhQ_Pg/s400/December+2009+162.jpg" /&gt; We declared it a pajama day on the Monday after Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427441078904605170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1Ik58t4yfI/AAAAAAAAEq8/jPg8rL5iP24/s400/December+2009+164.jpg" /&gt;We celebrated this big boy turning six. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427440661903617282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1IkhrRGrQI/AAAAAAAAEqs/rzGxcgfRnzE/s400/December+2009+165.jpg" /&gt; He chose to go to Cracker Barrel for breakfast on his birthday.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427437605480114114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1IhvxM9J8I/AAAAAAAAEqk/6qr6gY8KGfs/s400/December+2009+167.jpg" /&gt;We celebrated the Weber's being in town by doing fun family activities together like sledding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kevin and Helen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427422627170480834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1IUH6pp8sI/AAAAAAAAEp0/566QlAx0EYo/s400/December+2009+189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427437184876169282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1IhXSVKSEI/AAAAAAAAEqc/kZkQ4uXyNBg/s400/December+2009+173.jpg" /&gt;I think Grandpa B. had the most fun out of everyone.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427427086868277874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1IYLgUd6nI/AAAAAAAAEqU/ar_D7k8leJ0/s400/December+2009+181.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427426857255699202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1IX-I8kAwI/AAAAAAAAEqM/AT6_YdVO1fM/s400/December+2009+182.jpg" /&gt;Aunt Sarah &amp;amp; Kaiya&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427422746964531186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1IUO46yF_I/AAAAAAAAEp8/aumXenCSZOs/s400/December+2009+187.jpg" /&gt;Uncle Curt &amp;amp; Owen&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427422994582789362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1IUdTXk3PI/AAAAAAAAEqE/XExNL_0Oc2A/s400/December+2009+186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427422169094245826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1ITtQLxTcI/AAAAAAAAEps/sUAlF1mDn5A/s400/December+2009+195.jpg" /&gt;And we celebrated the blessing of family...babies being held, grandchildren finding new little hideouts in the basement, eggnog being sipped, conversations over meals, cousins playing together and making crafts, gifts being exchanged...this is the part of Christmas that I love. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427421297528562226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1IS6hWUYjI/AAAAAAAAEpk/fkmC2eq2yW4/s400/December+2009+200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427420659759299394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1ISVZeRu0I/AAAAAAAAEpc/qGFbULaNadE/s400/December+2009+203.jpg" /&gt; Three crazy sister-in-laws...I think our personalities shine through a bit in this picture. :) Sarah shared a natural teeth whitening secret and we all had to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427419268064135810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1IREZASyoI/AAAAAAAAEpU/5-7rG12ppvw/s400/December+2009+204.jpg" /&gt;Caedmon reciting the Christmas story verses. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427419127930036530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1IQ8O9uITI/AAAAAAAAEpM/1YSNdoUCOFM/s400/December+2009+206.jpg" /&gt;Kevin and I got to play Mary and Joseph again at our family Christmas.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427418799630331890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1IQpH8-L_I/AAAAAAAAEpE/v0X7t6L3gcI/s400/December+2009+207.jpg" /&gt; Luca was baby Jesus in the manger...Grandma had the grandchildren bring paper hearts they had made with their names and place them in the manger.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427417600667239970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1IPjVd5RiI/AAAAAAAAEo8/zCWtyPVnUo4/s400/December+2009+210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427417467849150258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1IPbmrmDzI/AAAAAAAAEo0/YnluvKEaRGk/s400/December+2009+211.jpg" /&gt;Me &amp;amp; my sweet nephew Owen&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427413236670133426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1ILlUT59LI/AAAAAAAAEos/-jqxTODnQg4/s400/December+2009+217.jpg" /&gt;The grandchildren gift exchange&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427412892287973170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1ILRRYzNzI/AAAAAAAAEok/_FqWaYWYdz8/s400/December+2009+218.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427412511931774082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1IK7Ic0NII/AAAAAAAAEoc/2-eY6Ww9H1s/s400/December+2009+223.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428149400552954498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1SpHse1WoI/AAAAAAAAErM/_Qv7QFbqGvc/s400/December+2009+229.jpg" /&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/9044172704420787616-133675435851881661?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/133675435851881661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=133675435851881661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/133675435851881661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/133675435851881661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-time-to-celebrate.html' title='it&apos;s time to celebrate'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1Ikr2qdZ_I/AAAAAAAAEq0/EiHHejoEh5o/s72-c/December+2009+161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-7416790128140437896</id><published>2009-12-26T10:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T14:08:38.047-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scripture memorization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas 09'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas was everything and more than I imagined it to be this year. I think now that Luca is four months and in a good routine, I felt like I could accomplish all that needed to be accomplished and enjoy the little moments without the stress. My husband gave me an early gift this year...three house cleanings...which gave me the gift of time...and was what I needed the most in this season of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I enjoyed a morning spent at Caedmon's kindergarten Christmas party at school on the last day before Christmas break.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422915044183505330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S0IQgDet-bI/AAAAAAAAEls/QQXFra-Otcg/s400/December+2009+061.jpg" /&gt;Christmas Eve with my family&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1CyvQpIzLI/AAAAAAAAEoE/9tyN7JoaJI4/s1600-h/December+2009+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427034075972553906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1CyvQpIzLI/AAAAAAAAEoE/9tyN7JoaJI4/s400/December+2009+070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma with their grand kiddos&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427033904921301138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1CylTbV0JI/AAAAAAAAEn8/yWnpPTNxrFI/s400/December+2009+075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427033727633764834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1Cya--sseI/AAAAAAAAEn0/BjAEeo11_v8/s400/December+2009+077.jpg" /&gt;Baby turned four months right before Christmas. She attacks my face with wide-mouth sloppy kisses that I love. She weighs fifteen pounds and twelve ounces and is twenty-four and a half inches long...the car seat is getting heavier! She started eating solids off a spoon and loves her carrots. Her needs and routines are more predictable and flexible. Having her a part of our family this Christmas was the best gift I could ask for. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427033555281335442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1CyQ86rVJI/AAAAAAAAEns/TPCOV0Fm87w/s400/December+2009+080.jpg" /&gt;cousins Emmi &amp;amp; Luca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427033070089790578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1Cx0tb_5HI/AAAAAAAAEnc/D7UX4IzO82Q/s400/December+2009+086.jpg" /&gt;Christmas Morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427032838897761970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1CxnQLhfrI/AAAAAAAAEnU/dm85zisGbio/s400/December+2009+094.jpg" /&gt;Our traditional Christmas morning was very slow and laid back. We took our time in the morning getting ready and making breakfast...after clean up we took pictures beside the tree. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427033242247324706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1Cx-uxjZCI/AAAAAAAAEnk/eJz7Rz513B0/s400/bwchristmas.jpg" /&gt;Our little brother (Big Brothers Big Sisters), Immanuel, joined our family this year for Christmas. It was fun to have him...although I think he was a little surprised and thought we were crazy for not tearing right into the gifts as soon as we woke up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d693ba4710a88818" 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://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd693ba4710a88818%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330301877%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB85B5352F0CF98C8ABF3CAA86B1351DD0DB3FEE.419A3472BCAA7C14D3647CA892366D28C4294C0B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd693ba4710a88818%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DocmpzPvsjJoo4nZ6MmIrAKuLLQM&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://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd693ba4710a88818%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330301877%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB85B5352F0CF98C8ABF3CAA86B1351DD0DB3FEE.419A3472BCAA7C14D3647CA892366D28C4294C0B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd693ba4710a88818%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DocmpzPvsjJoo4nZ6MmIrAKuLLQM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After Caedmon recited the Christmas story, it was time for the gift-giving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We typically do three gifts for each child (a small, medium and large gift)...like the three gifts from the Wise Men. We take turns opening one gift at a time so everyone can see what the others received. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427032641945280546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1CxbyeZICI/AAAAAAAAEnM/fKMSqP1uzOs/s400/December+2009+130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427030745972287794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1CvtbbNKTI/AAAAAAAAEm8/uctUWD_wAvE/s400/December+2009+108.jpg" /&gt;I love the blessing of giving gifts. Seeing the excitement and appreciation from the receivers is a joy. It's pretty cool how Jesus lets us give and receive gifts on His birthday! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427030221198991874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1CvO4fgIgI/AAAAAAAAEm0/mJiOr-y2Igo/s400/December+2009+122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427030060471983442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1CvFhvMnVI/AAAAAAAAEms/S3IHN8heakk/s400/December+2009+125.jpg" /&gt;It was a complete joy to celebrate Luca's very first Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427029460810881346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1Cuin02WUI/AAAAAAAAEmk/n3BGRp1ggS0/s400/December+2009+131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427029087834775522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1CuM6Yan-I/AAAAAAAAEmc/iOIfahv7XKw/s400/December+2009+140.jpg" /&gt;Immanuel enjoying taking his turn behind the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427028969905507618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1CuGDD4zSI/AAAAAAAAEmU/2j2MdZ9VhGM/s400/December+2009+142.jpg" /&gt;Later that afternoon, Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma stopped by....read you your new books and &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427028706684547714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1Ct2ufHsoI/AAAAAAAAEmM/se4sHKS8jew/s400/December+2009+148.jpg" /&gt;...played with your new toys with you. We also watched the movie UP...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427028558268648498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1CtuFmAzDI/AAAAAAAAEmE/6jhY425-wFY/s400/December+2009+149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427028370119695762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1CtjIrznZI/AAAAAAAAEl8/j9zT72i-IxY/s400/December+2009+152.jpg" /&gt;...and sang happy birthday to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427028164073146370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S1CtXJGeyAI/AAAAAAAAEl0/A7DVmPVjjss/s400/December+2009+154.jpg" /&gt; A perfect day...making memories with the ones I love on Christmas Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-7416790128140437896?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7416790128140437896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=7416790128140437896' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/7416790128140437896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/7416790128140437896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-09.html' title='Christmas 09&apos;'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/S0IQgDet-bI/AAAAAAAAEls/QQXFra-Otcg/s72-c/December+2009+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-6164140778037562760</id><published>2009-12-20T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T19:44:51.909-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caedmon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luca Bella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>December Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I accompanied Caedmon on his Kindergarten field trip to see the musical "The Sound of Music". What fun to get all dressed up and have this special date with my handsome little man. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420352658648536098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Szj2BlgXFCI/AAAAAAAAEk8/_IP0RL3q75E/s400/caedkindergartenfieldrripbw.jpg" /&gt;Caedmon with some kids from his class, waiting for the musical to start.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420351383378446610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Szj03WwRyRI/AAAAAAAAEkk/kTeh8XmHX-U/s400/December+2009+016.jpg" /&gt;We stopped at McDonald's for lunch on the way home. I've discovered something lately about my son and the way to his heart. Food. Yep, it's food. He's not one to give a lot of hugs and kisses even though I give them to him all the time. A month or so ago while I was preparing supper at home he asked what we were having. I said "chicken tenders" while facing the oven. All of a sudden I get attacked with the biggest bear hug from behind. Well, I got another one of those wonderful bear hugs in line at McDonald's that day. :) Sounds funny for me to make a big deal out of, but he seriously rarely shows this type of affection to me and I soaked it all in. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420352444023176546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Szj11F9r_WI/AAAAAAAAEk0/JwX07H0zgDI/s400/caedkindergartenfieldtrip.jpg" /&gt;The bus ride home sitting with his friend Alex...it got a little long and two little boys got a little sleepy. :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420351930642136434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Szj1XNeG_XI/AAAAAAAAEks/N5Ul7N-vdeY/s400/December+2009+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420352974759301442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Szj2T_HCkUI/AAAAAAAAElM/UdJ0SQazUBI/s400/December+2009+004.jpg" /&gt;The first official snow came early December this year. I love that first excitement and wonder when we see it for the first time of the season. It doesn't matter how much is on the ground either...like even if grass is still showing, it must be played in.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420352846118488322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Szj2Mf4riQI/AAAAAAAAElE/2u4utni5kSs/s400/December+2009+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adoption Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was certainly a very exciting day for our family. Luca's adoption finalization court hearing went very smoothly and quick. We pulled Caedmon out of school so he could be a part of this special day too. I thought it was so fitting to have during this Christmas season. We feel so very blessed! Here we are pictured with the Judge and our attorney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420354226027613314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Szj3c0cpzII/AAAAAAAAElk/FVIIZqOtUjs/s400/December+2009+010.jpg" /&gt;We stopped for a late breakfast on the way home to celebrate. The Mickey Mouse pancakes were a hit.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Szj3C_cfReI/AAAAAAAAElc/V1Gc6My58xI/s1600-h/December+2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420353782303114722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Szj3C_cfReI/AAAAAAAAElc/V1Gc6My58xI/s400/December+2009+011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420353413329795362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Szj2tg6ZOSI/AAAAAAAAElU/k4AhJhnLBUw/s400/December+2009+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Luca's favorite things to do.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420350782754717746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Szj0UZQbADI/AAAAAAAAEkc/dVAWNP-G6ws/s400/December+2009+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420350645798414674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Szj0MbDfqVI/AAAAAAAAEkU/oa9bY_Uv2Qk/s400/December+2009+024.jpg" /&gt;We had our first snowstorm the weekend before Christmas which gave us over five inches. It was very beautiful...and even more beautiful because I was cozy and warm inside my house when it came. I do really like snow...it just makes me nervous when we or those we love have to drive anywhere in it...that's my only complaint...and maybe snow after February too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our worship leader asked this question recently:&lt;br /&gt;Why does it snow?&lt;br /&gt;Job 37:6 “He directs the snow to fall on the earth and tells the rain to pour down. 7 Then everyone stops working so they can watch his power. 13 He makes these things happen either to punish people or to show his unfailing love.&lt;br /&gt;14 “Pay attention to this, Job. Stop and consider the wonderful miracles of God!&lt;br /&gt;God is trying to get my attention when it snows...He wants me to to stop doing what I'm doing and appreciate what He has created because He loves me...WOW...how cool is that! If you stop and think about how detailed and unique each snowflake is created...and when thousands are falling at the same time...it's just amazing...absolutely breathtaking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our road right before you get to our house.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420350286671918578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Szjz3hNENfI/AAAAAAAAEkM/v2EF-Q74sTU/s400/snowy+road.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving every minute&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420349870509002066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SzjzfS4GDVI/AAAAAAAAEkE/79NegbQLcyA/s400/December+2009+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby even liked the snow. Daddy took her on a walk down the lane to get the mail. She didn't make a peep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420349706794491890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SzjzVw_g3_I/AAAAAAAAEj8/n5YZNnAfjVY/s400/December+2009+033.jpg" /&gt; Introducing Luca to snow for the first time.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420346176852626066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SzjwIS7yipI/AAAAAAAAEj0/RZ0-n1pB7bg/s400/December+2009+041.jpg" /&gt;How about a taste?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420346013617327298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Szjv-y1djMI/AAAAAAAAEjs/y94IgS8kZpo/s400/December+2009+042.jpg" /&gt;And here we are all dressed up like Joseph and Mary for a dramatization at our church on Christmas Sunday. It was an honor to play this part with a new little baby in my arms. Luca did great...I was a little worried. :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420345879740882242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Szjv3AG1HUI/AAAAAAAAEjk/gOrP3RokfJA/s400/December+2009+044.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-6164140778037562760?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6164140778037562760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=6164140778037562760' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/6164140778037562760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/6164140778037562760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-joy.html' title='December Joy'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Szj2BlgXFCI/AAAAAAAAEk8/_IP0RL3q75E/s72-c/caedkindergartenfieldrripbw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-2665613779537635689</id><published>2009-12-09T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:14:51.267-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christrmas'/><title type='text'>From our Family to Yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kevin, Sherri, Caedmon, Kaiya &amp;amp; Luca Bella&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416964404921355282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SyzsbQxFzBI/AAAAAAAAEjU/IqxdvNyAsyw/s400/christmas+photo+1.jpg" /&gt;We send you Christmas Blessings, our Love, and invite you to share in our Joy as we celebrate  the newest member of our family through the miracle of adoption!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Joy knows no bounds, as we celebrate this season of miracles with one of our own.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SyztHUfzR6I/AAAAAAAAEjc/X3bYZCb-dxI/s1600-h/christmas+photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416965161836824482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SyztHUfzR6I/AAAAAAAAEjc/X3bYZCb-dxI/s400/christmas+photo+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-2665613779537635689?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2665613779537635689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=2665613779537635689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/2665613779537635689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/2665613779537635689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/from-our-family-to-yours.html' title='From our Family to Yours'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SyzsbQxFzBI/AAAAAAAAEjU/IqxdvNyAsyw/s72-c/christmas+photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-3007208869003333219</id><published>2009-12-07T12:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:05:15.053-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='museums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luca Bella'/><title type='text'>count your blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I'm a bit late in posting about our Thanksgiving festivities, but still want to reflect a bit on this very special holiday...because we have so much to be thankful for this year and because Thanksgiving is so quickly forgotten. I love the focus the Thanksgiving holiday brings on gratefulness. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxLQEgIc6nI/AAAAAAAAEhs/d6M_oAfk_-U/s1600/November+2009+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409614878188825202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxLQEgIc6nI/AAAAAAAAEhs/d6M_oAfk_-U/s400/November+2009+183.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Do everything without complaining or arguing..." Philippians 2:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409613749950176578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxLPC1HZXUI/AAAAAAAAEhk/5qR1TFGMDyI/s400/November+2009+190.jpg" /&gt;Mom's centerpiece at the Thanksgiving table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our pastor had a wonderful message on Thanksgiving weekend about grumbling. It was so good and I wanted to write down so much...with baby in my arms, it didn't happen. I kept nudging and whispering to Kevin "did you write that down?". :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Power of Disposition - Disposition (our mood) determines how much we grumble. Numbers 14 1-10 is the story of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Israelites&lt;/span&gt; travelling to the Promised Land. God had just blessed them by freeing them from slavery and they soon quickly forgot that and focused on their present...not so great...circumstances. It's sometimes hard to read that passage and not think "those ungrateful brats!" And then I think about how many times I do the same thing...grumble about my present circumstance...just after God has given and blessed me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Thankful for pumpkin pie and this little pumpkin pie. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409612043345375762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxLNffhGshI/AAAAAAAAEhc/Z6R9TYursBo/s400/November+2009+192.jpg" /&gt; (Thanksgiving with Grandma S.)&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for a wonderful family including a mom &amp;amp; dad that open their home frequently and bless us with their hospitality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409611412928547090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxLM6zCBSRI/AAAAAAAAEhU/XpP85KQITWw/s400/November+2009+193.jpg" /&gt;My nephew Jake is a pumpkin pie lover and don't forget the whipped cream!&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nieces&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; nephews and all the laughter and joy they bring to our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409609754413128578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxLLaQlIW4I/AAAAAAAAEhM/X6tsKQW0t3A/s400/November+2009+195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grumblers deal with three types of dispositions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Hyperbole - saying things that are a lot worse than they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Hollowness - they don't remember what God did for them in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Hopelessness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"When you complain, you exhibit the fact that you don't have the knowledge of God within you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409609439077766898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxLLH53UlvI/AAAAAAAAEhE/GOLTxyxK1r4/s400/November+2009+197.jpg" /&gt;Too much Thanksgiving turkey. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm thankful for a loving husband and father who participates in family times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409607019310983426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxLI7Dh9qQI/AAAAAAAAEgs/BkrudQoxuaw/s400/November+2009+199.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consequences of grumbling-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What we lose when we complain is exhibited again by the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Israelites&lt;/span&gt; in Numbers 14: 11-45&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11 The LORD said to Moses, "How long will these people treat me with contempt? How long will they refuse to believe in me, in spite of all the miraculous signs I have performed among them? 12 I will strike them down with a plague and destroy them, but I will make you into a nation greater and stronger than they." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;26 The LORD said to Moses and Aaron: 27 "How long will this wicked community grumble against me? I have heard the complaints of these grumbling Israelites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we all know how the story ends when they ultimately lose the blessing of living in the beautiful land the Lord had promised them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grumblers lose:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.Opportunities God had planned to bless us with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.God's Presence which helps us discern wisely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Basically&lt;/span&gt; there are two groups we can choose to be in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Complainers - If you grumble you'll be humbled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.En-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couragers&lt;/span&gt; (putting courage into someone) - If you encourage you'll be exalted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was unseasonably warm this day as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409608748649614994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxLKft0bDpI/AAAAAAAAEg8/cu9bQpP4kmY/s400/November+2009+204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm thankful for warm November days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409608081198955666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxLJ43XyPJI/AAAAAAAAEg0/-5Z6mZ_neJg/s400/November+2009+201.jpg" /&gt;I'm thankful for relaxing Sunday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;afternoons&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409606616197591410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxLIjl0PcXI/AAAAAAAAEgk/-p6W1gs5aBQ/s400/November+2009+208.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409605197041772258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxLHQ_DIJuI/AAAAAAAAEgc/8uepTMRdGQI/s400/November+2009+211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Kindergarten Indian Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm thankful for opportunities to watch my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;kindergartner&lt;/span&gt; in his classroom at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409603387715666914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxLFnqyKw-I/AAAAAAAAEgU/3n3PkDpevH0/s400/November+2009+212.jpg" /&gt;If only I could slow this special kindergarten year down that is already half over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409603079605982162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxLFVu_GE9I/AAAAAAAAEgM/TE-rLDbpB7E/s400/November+2009+213.jpg" /&gt;I loved attending Caedmon's special Indian lunch at school. I loved listening to the Thanksgiving songs he sang with his class. I loved listening to him recite Psalm 100 that he had been memorizing for the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409602575924161442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxLE4an_a6I/AAAAAAAAEgE/sexHibPRyBM/s400/November+2009+214.jpg" /&gt;I loved how he wanted to sit by me and Luca to eat his lunch instead of his friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409602007356398098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxLEXUi32hI/AAAAAAAAEf8/MqthK28ykr4/s400/November+2009+215.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409600848201113794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxLDT2Wt4MI/AAAAAAAAEfs/J9SHNNr9Rmg/s400/November+2009+216.jpg" /&gt;When I asked him who he wanted to take a picture with, he said Bryce. Here he is with Bryce and Simon...the two friends he talks about constantly at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409601423144749794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxLD1UL9iuI/AAAAAAAAEf0/UgDPAgo-SKs/s400/November+2009+217.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanksgiving Morning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually didn't have any plans on Thanksgiving Day this year. My mom had to work and Kevin's parents were out of town. We stayed home the whole day and enjoyed it together with our little family making breakfast, playing games and watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409600127932232658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxLCp7JO89I/AAAAAAAAEfk/GRR3472igBQ/s400/November+2009+221.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Daddy's delicious pumpkin pancakes &amp;amp; sausage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Mommy and Luca Time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409598857331500658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxLBf9yaZnI/AAAAAAAAEfc/IGd5DHql2YA/s400/November+2009+222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm thankful that God knows exactly what He is doing and I don't.  It's amazing how much can change in one short year.  I'm thankful for these sweet cheeks to kiss and smell.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409594226534339282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxK9SauVUtI/AAAAAAAAEfE/pV1hhhSbBr4/s400/November+2009+224.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409596740270556978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxK_kvHwBzI/AAAAAAAAEfU/mIbJJI8sGbw/s400/November+2009+223.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409585404915411762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxK1Q7oe6zI/AAAAAAAAEeM/CVgKPVdYn38/s400/November+2009+244.jpg" /&gt;We skipped out on the great shopping deals on black Friday and headed to the children's museum in Indy with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409586620534171346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxK2XsKlJtI/AAAAAAAAEes/uW4FZ7tQ8Qo/s400/November+2009+237.jpg" /&gt;Our little brother, Immanuel, came along too.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409586970570277666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxK2sEJsQyI/AAAAAAAAEe0/KhhIyuRqxz0/s400/November+2009+233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409588955312865986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxK4fl5MwsI/AAAAAAAAEe8/0h75xMU7wFU/s400/November+2009+232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love these &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stroller&lt;/span&gt; days when baby takes a nap so easily in there still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409595801204510530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxK-uE09T0I/AAAAAAAAEfM/17nNnBLQT1g/s400/November+2009+241.jpg" /&gt;We watched a play with a twist on the wizard of oz.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409586055603781634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxK12zorgAI/AAAAAAAAEec/39FTnLgaTx4/s400/November+2009+240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409586414705998930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxK2LtZUfFI/AAAAAAAAEek/gc_QAaoftqk/s400/November+2009+238.jpg" /&gt;A very fun day!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409585667512523026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxK1gN4g2RI/AAAAAAAAEeU/XkDFEFcKdc0/s400/November+2009+242.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-3007208869003333219?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3007208869003333219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=3007208869003333219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/3007208869003333219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/3007208869003333219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/count-your-blessings.html' title='count your blessings'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxLQEgIc6nI/AAAAAAAAEhs/d6M_oAfk_-U/s72-c/November+2009+183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-5049166485111893207</id><published>2009-11-21T16:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T08:14:01.860-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luca Bella'/><title type='text'>you belong</title><content type='html'>Three months old. I've only known you three short months, but it feels like you've been a part of me forever. A part of our family forever. You belong. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Sw2sgcYX1GI/AAAAAAAAEdE/Gc2lCm2rWgQ/s1600/luca+three+months+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408168400916042850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Sw2sgcYX1GI/AAAAAAAAEdE/Gc2lCm2rWgQ/s400/luca+three+months+10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm feeling like housework, laundry and being a mommy of three are all becoming more balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408167819647416578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Sw2r-m_IeQI/AAAAAAAAEc8/F9h3Esni9ik/s400/luca+three+months+12.jpg" /&gt;You smile so easily and frequently now. Your smile is like a daily dose of therapy for me. All my cares and frustrations are forgotten when I see that smile of yours. We've also heard your first sweet giggle.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408165277104242210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Sw2pqnRmfiI/AAAAAAAAEc0/Co2e_2XKFzw/s400/luca+three+months+7.jpg" /&gt;You're still in size 0-3 month clothing and are wearing a few 3-6 month dresses.  Just switched to size 2 diapers.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408164994573410402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Sw2paKxAIGI/AAAAAAAAEcs/BeKcNY-rhv0/s400/luca+3+months+25.jpg" /&gt;You've found your hands and are quite entertained just staring at them. You're starting to grasp things.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408164759635880530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Sw2pMfjh6lI/AAAAAAAAEck/yT86Hvq3gJ4/s400/luca+3+months+24.jpg" /&gt;You sleep for 10 hours at night and have dropped the late night feeding. You eat every four hours now and take approximately four feedings of four and a half ounces a day.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408162557940432994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Sw2nMVmbgGI/AAAAAAAAEb8/15bDMdCR2gY/s400/luca+3+months+6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408163871629596738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Sw2oYzeVWEI/AAAAAAAAEcc/ucMsoEo0wpI/s400/luca+3+months+23.jpg" /&gt; You still spit-up a lot it seems...as well as the projectile type occasionally.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408163585313485810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Sw2oII3QM_I/AAAAAAAAEcU/O3otVKVQaXg/s400/luca+3+months+22.jpg" /&gt;You love your baths and splash. You are trying to talk to us with cooing sounds.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408163116812213458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Sw2ns3j2HNI/AAAAAAAAEcM/5jjtvUirfNI/s400/luca+3+months+15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408162724148518866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Sw2nWAxhn9I/AAAAAAAAEcE/dEzihQVRtYk/s400/luca+3+months+7.jpg" /&gt;You had your first teenager babysitter. She was a very mature teenager. Mom still worried though. You did great!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408161946468112290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Sw2movsEV6I/AAAAAAAAEb0/D-H7ua0Zaww/s400/luca+3+months+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such a happy baby. I love how you wake up happy in the morning and coo and talk until someone comes for you. I love you, sweet baby of mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-5049166485111893207?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5049166485111893207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=5049166485111893207' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/5049166485111893207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/5049166485111893207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-belong.html' title='you belong'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Sw2sgcYX1GI/AAAAAAAAEdE/Gc2lCm2rWgQ/s72-c/luca+three+months+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-5482182346268458657</id><published>2009-11-15T12:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:12:36.293-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><title type='text'>adoption awareness month</title><content type='html'>In honor of adoption awareness month, I want to post this picture of my three little sweeties who have given me a title I didn't know if I would ever have....Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409959568348133074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxQJkHCdttI/AAAAAAAAEjE/htahoWDGQdA/s400/November+2009+068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in honor of their three birthmothers whom we lift up with high honor and love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once strangers, not knowing of each other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God brought us together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To share a special bond of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With three sweet little ones named Caedmon, Kaiya &amp;amp; Luca Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You may never understand the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or know the tears I cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart's desire was for a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To nurture, love, and guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may never understand the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or know the tears you cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You said good-bye to these precious children,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entrusting me to nurture, love, and guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see your face in their smiles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And love in their sparkling eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're the answer to countless prayers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A blessing to many lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No longer strangers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We share a special bond of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a very precious gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From our God above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-5482182346268458657?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5482182346268458657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=5482182346268458657' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/5482182346268458657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/5482182346268458657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/adoption-awareness-month.html' title='adoption awareness month'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxQJkHCdttI/AAAAAAAAEjE/htahoWDGQdA/s72-c/November+2009+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-4519841509982077690</id><published>2009-11-06T23:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T12:51:36.047-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saying goodbye'/><title type='text'>birthday time and saying goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; What a joy to get to celebrate our nephew Jeremy's 1st birthday with him while he was in the States. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409928187041450722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxPtBej6iuI/AAAAAAAAEh8/AHB6mQk1HQA/s400/November+2009+008.jpg" /&gt;Cousins Kaiya and Karis were off playing together by themselves most of the day...I had to hunt them down for a picture. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409929172355467314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxPt61JFSDI/AAAAAAAAEiM/egLT0ag_8uw/s400/November+2009+005.jpg" /&gt;Caedmon &amp;amp; Jeremy&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409928764589863026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxPtjGGL8HI/AAAAAAAAEiE/s2Pml104GY8/s400/November+2009+015.jpg" /&gt; The Greats &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402224255750094018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SviOVqD7vMI/AAAAAAAAEac/33sy1-YqYGw/s400/November+2009+003.jpg" /&gt; Great Grandma G. with Luca &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402224796816118738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SviO1JsIE9I/AAAAAAAAEak/4xfLIH9BPCk/s400/November+2009+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shot Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Both Kaiya and Luca had to get shots this day. I talked with Kaiya before going about being brave. I told her it was ok to cry, but that she should try to be brave. She had to get three and I was holding her tight, prepared for the tears to come after the first or second shot. No tears...not even wet eyes after all three shots. I was proud of her and surprised. Next was Luca's turn and of course she cried after the first shot and got even louder after the next two....poor poor baby. I've never heard her cry like that before. After the nurse left the room and I was consoling baby, I looked over and Kaiya's eyes were full of tears. I asked her what was wrong and she said she couldn't breathe. She felt so bad for her baby sister that she just couldn't hold it in any longer. What a sweet sister she is. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409278243352759154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxGd5xpKS3I/AAAAAAAAEd8/7rIZ0kzMn38/s400/November+2009+019.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 34th Birthday, Daddy! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409277920067288226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxGdm9T5fKI/AAAAAAAAEd0/n2pXWu_fE9k/s400/November+2009+025.jpg" /&gt;We celebrated with a family meal at Bandito's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thumbs up to the BEST Dad!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409932275230906066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxPwvcQPFtI/AAAAAAAAEiU/oCvd3phaubM/s400/October+2009+079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409933430791669698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxPxytDZB8I/AAAAAAAAEic/WUdauvA9aqs/s400/December+2008+008.jpg" /&gt;I'd Pick You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dad, if all the fathers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had lined up one by one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And God told me to pick,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd still choose to be your son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm proud to have a father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who listens and understands,&lt;br /&gt;Who teaches me and sets fair rules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without unfair demands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dad you are my hero,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My role model in all you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Dad, if I could pick again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know I'd still pick you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday, Dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caedmon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409935018847908978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxPzPJBgNHI/AAAAAAAAEik/T4BjGknj1r8/s400/August+2008+394.jpg" /&gt;Everything Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A little girl needs her daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To love her with manly charm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To soothe her when she's hurt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And keep her safe from harm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A girl needs her dad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To show her a man who's good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To help her make right choices,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As only a father could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A woman needs her father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to be aware,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He'll always be there for her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To sustain her and to care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've been all these things, Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope that you can see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How much I treasure you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You mean everything to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Love My Daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kaiya &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kaiya:  "Mom, Dad's just gonna get too old and die and then you'll just have to take care of us"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409937509337010866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxP1gG0YErI/AAAAAAAAEis/uDdLApIUMVI/s400/Luca+Bella+029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dear Daddy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day I may meet my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prince Charming,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you will always be my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;King.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Princess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luca Bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm thankful for my husband, Kevin. He follows our pastor's advice and prays for me every morning before he gets out of bed. He works hard to provide for our family so I can stay home and do my dream job. He cares about and plans for our future. He reads my blog and likes my photography. He makes me laugh. He is the best father and takes advantage of teachable moments with patience and love. He doesn't speak negatively about others. He's my best friend and a wonderful godly man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409938994861788946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxP22k1FTxI/AAAAAAAAEi0/ZQKsh4PdZqc/s400/November+2009+199.jpg" /&gt;I love you forever! Happy 34th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still going with the CPM machine...six hours a day.  Although he's been doing it during the night now so he doesn't have to take any time out during the day. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402223596436067794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SviNvR7OFdI/AAAAAAAAEaU/rxIV-UWNMY0/s400/November+2009+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had one last family get together with Kevin's brother and his family before they went back home to Costa Rica. Our original plans were to go to a corn maze, but it had closed just a few days before. Uncle Lyndon came to the rescue and gave us a hayride around the farm and through the woods...minus the hay. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409277651799866146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxGdXV79eyI/AAAAAAAAEds/mSMnLT-gMls/s400/November+2009+027.jpg" /&gt; Kaiya and Karis snuggling to keep warm.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409276965117352658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxGcvX2F2tI/AAAAAAAAEdk/xmN-736ZXgE/s400/November+2009+029.jpg" /&gt;Kevin with Luca and Jeremy.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409275752978838866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxGbo0Rv9VI/AAAAAAAAEdc/Wxt7PoPjR1g/s400/November+2009+032.jpg" /&gt;Krista and me &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409944979376947570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxP8S64rwXI/AAAAAAAAEi8/0OevEGSx4zI/s400/November+2009+040.jpg" /&gt;Time for some jammie snuggle time with Grandpa.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409274533101065890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxGahz4OVqI/AAAAAAAAEdM/8LFsumD2sFY/s400/November+2009+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402226840843821570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SviQsISTogI/AAAAAAAAEa0/_est-JC_o_8/s400/November+2009+046.jpg" /&gt;Uncle Lyndon and Caedmon starting their goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402228463000705570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SviSKjSpWiI/AAAAAAAAEbE/uBGEBqWWZps/s400/November+2009+042.jpg" /&gt;Uncle Kevin and Jeremy starting their goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409275244402350034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxGbLNrql9I/AAAAAAAAEdU/ofYvdUFgkRg/s400/November+2009+035.jpg" /&gt;Saying goodbye is never easy...one last picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402227673688141298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SviRcm33bfI/AAAAAAAAEa8/d65hxlXwOMI/s400/November+2009+045.jpg" /&gt;I'm so thankful for Skype, facebook and blogs. It helps keep us connected. We love you guys and miss you already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402225188530798194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SviPL88LvnI/AAAAAAAAEas/JSsn3oWItEI/s400/November+2009+048.jpg" /&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/9044172704420787616-4519841509982077690?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4519841509982077690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=4519841509982077690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/4519841509982077690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/4519841509982077690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-time-and-saying-goodbye.html' title='birthday time and saying goodbye'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SxPtBej6iuI/AAAAAAAAEh8/AHB6mQk1HQA/s72-c/November+2009+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-2313469452326222340</id><published>2009-10-31T12:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T06:11:23.599-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luca Bella'/><title type='text'>trick or treat 09</title><content type='html'>Look what I found growing outside...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402166636723172194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvhZ7ydZ82I/AAAAAAAAEXE/AaWBxSR9Heg/s400/lucatwomonths+2.jpg" /&gt;At two months old you...&lt;br /&gt;-are eleven pounds and ten ounces and twenty-one inches long&lt;br /&gt;-are out of the preemie clothes and into 0-3 months&lt;br /&gt;-are happiest first thing in the morning&lt;br /&gt;-smile for your daddy the most&lt;br /&gt;-have turned mommy's perfectionism world upside down (house is always a mess it seems...and the funny thing is...I don't care! :)...laundry is still a challenge to keep up with...and there is a layer of dust on all the furniture...if you know me well, you know that this is not me at all. It's been good for me to let go of the perfectionism and enjoy this stage of life that I'm in right now...a challenge, but good for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402168502804942626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvhboaJ-DyI/AAAAAAAAEXU/vOtjArb32Iw/s400/lucatwomonths.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402183443428311842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvhpOEUKgyI/AAAAAAAAEZk/8E4jP6uYHP8/s400/October+2009+270.jpg" /&gt;This was your sweet little Halloween costume I found at a resale shop...just your size.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402166944584791170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvhaNtVVdII/AAAAAAAAEXM/F6LdkZEW0yo/s400/lucatwomonths+3.jpg" /&gt;With all the adjustments and craziness around here already...why not throw in a knee surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402180210214907362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvhmR3qBLeI/AAAAAAAAEZE/SLNt7NWT8Ig/s400/October+2009+285.jpg" /&gt;Kevin has been dealing with pain in his knees for quite some time now and it was time to do something about it. I had both the girls with me that day in the waiting room along with all our gear...diaper bag, car seat, Thermos to hold hot water for baby's bottles, my purse and kaiya's busy bag. I'm sure we looked like quite the parade...you do what you have to do...right? Since I wasn't sure what to expect with the whole surgery thing, I was quite relieved to see a nurse with a familiar face...thanks Cheryl for all your extra attention and care that day...it meant alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402169416486215682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Svhcdl4j4AI/AAAAAAAAEXk/Waln0LO-Izk/s400/October+2009+286.jpg" /&gt;Surgery went very well and very fast...thankfully. Baby slept the whole time and Nurse Cheryl kept Kaiya content with peanut butter crackers in the recovery room. We got everyone home and our patient settled and comfortable. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402183639976453762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvhpZgg5JoI/AAAAAAAAEZs/UvtIJy7fWTw/s400/October+2009+259.jpg" /&gt;I was a good nurse for maybe a day...then it got really old fast. :) I don't think either of us realized how difficult this all would be with baby only two months old. I think in my mind I was thinking "it's only an outpatient procedure...he'll be fine by the weekend." Boy, was I wrong. Kevin had to use a CPM machine for six hours a day for 21 days...which meant laying down with his leg on a machine that went up and down...which meant no more help from hubby with much of anything. He had to be on crutches for four weeks...which meant I had to make about a thousand trips in and out of the house whenever we would go anywhere and had to drive (I don't enjoy driving). I crashed in bed every night...exhausted. All that complaining though was really quite selfish of me...and I did complain a time or two or three or four. When I took the focus off myself, I was reminded of how much he helps me and how thankful I am that it was something that could heal....I take our health and mobility for granted. I'm sure it was only a taste of what some have to go through on a long term basis.  He was a good patient and helped whenever he could...probably doing more than he should at times because he knew how tired I was.  The laundry stayed caught up during that time because I had a good folder. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had planned a date night only three days after his surgery...we had a babysitter lined up and everything. I told him we should cancel, but he wanted to go ahead. I was glad we did. It was just what I needed. Here we are at Target doing some Christmas shopping. Baby got to come along too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402182306474018034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvhoL41IxPI/AAAAAAAAEZc/D4IyhaN2M0A/s400/October+2009+278.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were so proud of their brother/sister shirts I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402182009235882482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Svhn6liCwfI/AAAAAAAAEZU/KoYMdlEdWmg/s400/October+2009+273.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402181501189330466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvhndA6TliI/AAAAAAAAEZM/CVAZuAwPibI/s400/October+2009+277.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trick or Treating 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402168660842062034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Svhbxm49INI/AAAAAAAAEXc/799i1aXQXnc/s400/October+2009+292.jpg" /&gt;Kaiya(chicken), Caedmon(firefighter), Lexi(princess ballerina), Rylie(go go girl), Emmi(little bo peep)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402219876534853154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SviKWwNqHiI/AAAAAAAAEaM/ow4o8pBZw6U/s400/October+2009+163.jpg" /&gt;It was a rainy evening, but warm. Kevin stayed in the van with our little daisy baby since he was on crutches...then joined us at Wal-mart to finish.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402216925239572338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SviHq9yB93I/AAAAAAAAEZ8/aAa2fdKDJhI/s400/October+2009+167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402218249392264290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SviI4CoolGI/AAAAAAAAEaE/eFZbYcDH7Ag/s400/October+2009+166.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SviHQx4jUTI/AAAAAAAAEZ0/Cn4F7lDmkD8/s1600-h/October+2009+208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402216475369099570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SviHQx4jUTI/AAAAAAAAEZ0/Cn4F7lDmkD8/s400/October+2009+208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-2313469452326222340?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2313469452326222340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=2313469452326222340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/2313469452326222340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/2313469452326222340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/trick-or-treat-09.html' title='trick or treat 09'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvhZ7ydZ82I/AAAAAAAAEXE/AaWBxSR9Heg/s72-c/lucatwomonths+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-5230760728408637572</id><published>2009-10-28T22:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T11:04:49.283-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luca Bella'/><title type='text'>Home From Costa Rica...for a little while</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kevin's brother and his wife and family were home recently for a few short weeks. What joy to see them and touch them all again. To look them in the eyes and give hugs...to squeeze and kiss their kiddos and watch them play with their cousins...it is a tremendous blessing to have them in our lives whether here or many miles away!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399921363797441186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvBf3tAweqI/AAAAAAAAEUs/QM8qBqSxAAw/s400/October+2009+174.jpg" /&gt;It's true...we sometimes take the time we have with those we love for granted...and when they're not there you realize just how valuable the times we have together are. I loved having them home and of course wished that it could have been longer. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402174762368117554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvhhUw2IKzI/AAAAAAAAEYU/32irxu_Kbos/s400/October+2009+177.jpg" /&gt;They got to meet Luca for the first time.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399921827965992482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvBgSuLKfiI/AAAAAAAAEU0/FSV9pdreCSM/s400/October+2009+175.jpg" /&gt;Sunday lunch at Grandma's house - Karis &amp;amp; Kaiya&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399916921378217906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvBb1Hten7I/AAAAAAAAEUc/l8mjXtqSbd4/s400/October+2009+158.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399921114671235122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvBfpM8cQDI/AAAAAAAAEUk/GhBmH3oPeaw/s400/October+2009+170.jpg" /&gt;When they left a year ago, Jeremy was a tiny little baby. I think our whole family tried to make up the squeezing time and loving on the poor little guy. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402175108928903874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Svhho74qGsI/AAAAAAAAEYc/OPE4BIyihws/s400/October+2009+159.jpg" /&gt;Great Grandma B. and Luca &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399906507324765362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvBSW8VptLI/AAAAAAAAEUU/yC13wqIJ488/s400/October+2009+157.jpg" /&gt;Great Grandma G. and Luca&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvhkQ747jyI/AAAAAAAAEY8/BvjQiYzJZAA/s1600-h/October+2009+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402177995148070690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvhkQ747jyI/AAAAAAAAEY8/BvjQiYzJZAA/s400/October+2009+173.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like you in blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402173620509289890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvhgSTFxLaI/AAAAAAAAEYM/KCkVSvbBiMw/s400/October+2009+203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402173426691739682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvhgHBEEECI/AAAAAAAAEYE/stC1022ktDw/s400/October+2009+181.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402160911145220098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvhUuhBPuAI/AAAAAAAAEWc/FUp59BEwy10/s400/October+2009+186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402161302499059410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvhVFS7RZtI/AAAAAAAAEWs/ugs9UukKhTM/s400/October+2009+198.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402161098251803010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvhU5aC7mYI/AAAAAAAAEWk/Ev5xCe9R8hA/s400/October+2009+189.jpg" /&gt;I'm glad Lyndon and Krista could make a stop at our house while they were here. What a treat to wake up and have them sleeping on my couches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402175954378503522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvhiaJbjNWI/AAAAAAAAEYk/efU8k7OdUN4/s400/October+2009+280.jpg" /&gt;Enjoyed our breakfast and conversation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402177012895741634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvhjXwtudsI/AAAAAAAAEYs/K3Nefd77-hw/s400/October+2009+281.jpg" /&gt;And here is Kaiya and Karis on our little shopping adventure having fun together running around in the stores.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402177239721625810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Svhjk9tOyNI/AAAAAAAAEY0/kuUFXXD5ar4/s400/October+2009+288.jpg" /&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/9044172704420787616-5230760728408637572?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5230760728408637572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=5230760728408637572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/5230760728408637572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/5230760728408637572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/home-from-costa-ricafor-little-while.html' title='Home From Costa Rica...for a little while'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvBf3tAweqI/AAAAAAAAEUs/QM8qBqSxAAw/s72-c/October+2009+174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-5152500032982946380</id><published>2009-10-19T21:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T08:52:46.020-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaiya'/><title type='text'>Four in the Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One sweet little four-year-old enjoying a warm Fall day.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398945668759263378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuzoexwHmJI/AAAAAAAAESU/t8GNi9UIQZI/s400/kaiyafour1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402140479061601042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvhCJNk5qxI/AAAAAAAAEV8/oZ9zJFNpx9g/s400/kaiyafour18.jpg" /&gt;These pictures were taken in record time...quick and to the point. Planned picture taking is hard to come by around here right now, but we had fun. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvhCZ-B-zLI/AAAAAAAAEWE/kPnm35vMC6E/s1600-h/kaiyafour+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402140766946380978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvhCZ-B-zLI/AAAAAAAAEWE/kPnm35vMC6E/s400/kaiyafour+21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402140275287176562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SvhB9WdStXI/AAAAAAAAEV0/oBvxZl8GzdY/s400/kaiyafour7.jpg" /&gt;My little girl is growing up right before my eyes. She wants to be big...she talks like a teenager sometimes, loves to put on make-up and will try anything. I will try to soak up her four-year-old moments, for they are quickly passing us by. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402136480391189986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Svg-gdXlVeI/AAAAAAAAEVU/-rGQnYenagQ/s400/kaiyafour+23.jpg" /&gt;But when I see this little baby face it reminds me that yes... she's still my little girl...for such a time as this.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402135878098380418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Svg99ZpyZoI/AAAAAAAAEVE/wceAwi79DYo/s400/kaiya+four+20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398951732267789778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Suzt_uFNLdI/AAAAAAAAETc/ASFtCuVYoTU/s400/kaiya+four+10.jpg" /&gt; Our little social butterfly...wherever we go, she usually knows every one's name by the time we leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402136015763786770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Svg-FafxzBI/AAAAAAAAEVM/5SdrD7RbD1w/s400/kaiyafour6.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398956489651192898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuzyUotzBEI/AAAAAAAAEUM/OGm2c88ghp0/s400/kaiyafour+17.jpg" /&gt;So happy, so funny, so absolutely undeniably full of life and love! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398955196913891250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuzxJY5NN7I/AAAAAAAAEUE/B3XOOM6ZwvI/s400/kaiyafour+15.jpg" /&gt;So brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398950474237991634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Suzs2fjh2tI/AAAAAAAAETM/WEpceVNVw8U/s400/kaiya+four+9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398952032804054226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuzuRNqopNI/AAAAAAAAETk/5GAf0umBAvw/s400/kaiyafour+8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So helpful and encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398954408143046882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuzwbeflSOI/AAAAAAAAET8/_TIGXUCcrAI/s400/kaiyafour+14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398953211462055394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuzvV0gmdeI/AAAAAAAAET0/SkkuiBhF46k/s400/kaiyafour+12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398952709517934306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Suzu4mny_uI/AAAAAAAAETs/7hlsSnqOAiI/s400/kaiyafour+11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sweet!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398951011869109570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuztVyYxrUI/AAAAAAAAETU/bMUmKeoC-Vo/s400/kaiyafour9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398947329919980498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Suzp_eDsk9I/AAAAAAAAES0/JJqaJTB9SP4/s400/kaiyafour5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my Kaiya!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402135546049796018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Svg9qErPF7I/AAAAAAAAEU8/qMqfI2m3XRc/s400/kaiyafour+18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lord, I come to you in Jesus' name and give Kaiya to You.  I'm convinced that You alone know what is best for her.  You alone know what she needs.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank You , Lord, for the precious gift of this child.  Because Your Word says that every good gift comes from You, I know that You have given her to me to care for and raise.  Help me to do that.  Help me to live in the joy and peace of knowing that You are in control.  I rely on You for everything, and this day I trust my child to You and release her into Your hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In Jesus Name,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Amen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-Stormie Omartian&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-5152500032982946380?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5152500032982946380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=5152500032982946380' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/5152500032982946380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/5152500032982946380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/four-in-fall.html' title='Four in the Fall'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuzoexwHmJI/AAAAAAAAESU/t8GNi9UIQZI/s72-c/kaiyafour1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-4870871592053551836</id><published>2009-10-17T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T06:49:09.388-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caedmon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><title type='text'>baby, it's cold outside</title><content type='html'>We've had to break out the winter coats with temps falling below freezing already. There has also been a few sightings of the white stuff around here. Way too early if you ask me. We're keeping warm and cozy in our little home though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bedtime story time with daddy. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398917420447823570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuzOygl19tI/AAAAAAAAEP0/gznqnaBA498/s400/October+2009+079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaiya thought it was so great that she matched her baby sister so we had to grab the camera.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398940992138763346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuzkOj-53FI/AAAAAAAAESM/zxRHZVpKTH0/s400/October+2009+082.jpg" /&gt;Sweet sisters forever!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398921006953499858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuzSDRXbjNI/AAAAAAAAEP8/5EgDc4XEPiU/s400/October+2009+085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398937335497279938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Suzg5t7oycI/AAAAAAAAESE/CBGmi8A3ydQ/s400/lucaeightweeks.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398936485387295986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuzgIPBn3PI/AAAAAAAAER8/yj8hzjPFjbQ/s400/October+2009+102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398936092481776306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuzfxXVparI/AAAAAAAAER0/y-eGdv_sMlk/s400/eightweeksluca.jpg" /&gt;And we finally caught that sweet smile on camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398935845807706194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuzfjAZ90FI/AAAAAAAAERs/R-nT9iVbv7U/s400/October+2009+111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew is the drum major and plays the drums in the marching band for his school. We wanted to watch his final performance for high school. This was senior night. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398931232898645938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuzbWf-vf7I/AAAAAAAAEQ8/idd2sIsHSvE/s400/October+2009+125.jpg" /&gt; Their band made it to semi-state competition this year. Way to go EHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398935405782978546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuzfJZL5T_I/AAAAAAAAERk/CgFXWpOwyp8/s400/October+2009+132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luca's first football game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398934682142668610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuzefRamd0I/AAAAAAAAERc/1j-RBZnf98k/s400/October+2009+118.jpg" /&gt;All bundled up and warm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet Emmi Klair &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398933411990286706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuzdVVurMXI/AAAAAAAAERU/3_LYcXncWpU/s400/October+2009+117.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caedmon is in heaven watching his favorite sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398932680931355682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuzcqyUpLCI/AAAAAAAAERM/J0ONGZrvROY/s400/October+2009+115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaiya didn't sit still the whole game...up and down the bleachers a thousand times. She had fun running around with her cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398932043084016866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuzcFqJ_LOI/AAAAAAAAERE/1TZi7enWg-I/s400/October+2009+114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niece Maci is in the color guard.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398930832197265602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Suza_LQFqMI/AAAAAAAAEQ0/Ws35go4v7mc/s400/October+2009+135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, it's cold outside!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398928138251689986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuzYiXhaYAI/AAAAAAAAEQs/izcI8C-yVnc/s400/October+2009+136.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398927322370090354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuzXy4IFJXI/AAAAAAAAEQk/f2-9sn91nss/s400/October+2009+138.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake doin' his thing.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398923688610427330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuzUfXUQ8cI/AAAAAAAAEQU/flOq1df1QJU/s400/October+2009+146.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soccer Awards Ceremony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caedmon's team and coach&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398922631773125890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuzTh2SnfQI/AAAAAAAAEQM/X819uVC43sw/s400/October+2009+154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398922064315478386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuzTA0WK8XI/AAAAAAAAEQE/-rZ_caAjo2U/s400/October+2009+156.jpg" /&gt; This was picture day after the first week of practice.  Can you believe someones mom would forget about picture day?  What kind of a mom would forget about picture day?!!!  Well I do have an excuse...it was taken the week of Luca's birth and things were a little crazy around here.  :)    &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403922955944715250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/Sv6XTBap4_I/AAAAAAAAEbs/AmbmmY4AkMU/s400/upwardsoccer09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Quote of the day: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Not from my children, but one I recently saw and thought was so good.)"Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9044172704420787616-4870871592053551836?l=thebontragerstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4870871592053551836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9044172704420787616&amp;postID=4870871592053551836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/4870871592053551836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9044172704420787616/posts/default/4870871592053551836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebontragerstory.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='baby, it&apos;s cold outside'/><author><name>sherri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02288341472315238845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/TEdLWDbOILI/AAAAAAAAFZc/fRgfmz1w-ZY/S220/sherricloseuplipstick.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuzOygl19tI/AAAAAAAAEP0/gznqnaBA498/s72-c/October+2009+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044172704420787616.post-7145810585709414782</id><published>2009-10-10T14:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T10:04:56.219-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='field trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caedmon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luca Bella'/><title type='text'>the joys of fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;John 1:16 From the fullness of his grace we have all received one blessing after another.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our days and weeks are so full these days. They all seem to run together...it's a wonderful kind of busyness though. Luca is growing so quickly right before my eyes. She started sleeping through the night a day before she turned six weeks. HALLELUJAH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby's cheek's are really filling out. They get kissed a lot these days.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398841122700492610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuyJZZVVf0I/AAAAAAAAENU/1ocKfaQUx5s/s400/sixweeksluca2.jpg" /&gt;Baby's tummy is getting bigger too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398840771398449986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuyJE8oZu0I/AAAAAAAAENM/gGRZGBlC2rA/s400/sixweeksluca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398840499935167122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuyI1JWgwpI/AAAAAAAAENE/sgNI_eEuWhM/s400/lucasixweeks3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would have a blue-eyed baby. I love God's little surprises.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398842785081033234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuyK6KLvghI/AAAAAAAAENk/xd2C_0msiCg/s400/October+2009+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398841999241786626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuyKMatENQI/AAAAAAAAENc/8r9YYis6ors/s400/October+2009+001.jpg" /&gt;Kaiya has shown more of an interest in her babies lately. She hasn't been much of a doll person up to this point. Lately she's been changing her baby's diapers. I found three of Luca's dry diapers in the trash the other day. She brought her baby's swing and sat it right next to Luca's. She imitates a lot of what I do with Luca...I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Kindergarten Pumpkin Farm Field Trip&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398843677493655042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g6FmdknG6Vo/SuyLuGrfdgI/AAAAAAAAENs/HCCTdoHFBCM/s400/October+2009+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I was so privileged to accompany Caedmon on his kindergarten pumpkin farm field trip. What a treat to watch him interact with his other classmates and have one on one time with him. It was sweet to see his excitement to have me there. He reached out for my hand a couple times...he doesn't normally do that...I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he
