<?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-4536297623737944826</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:52:23.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In The Life....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofrachelkay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536297623737944826/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofrachelkay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06586363056948693145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/SS5AG2e3gtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/n1PsWVReFAU/S220/Dave+and+Rachel.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536297623737944826.post-1589889199169439313</id><published>2010-07-03T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T09:21:22.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacy's: The Give Away at the End of This Post: Starring Lovable, Non-Furry, Old Lacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.lacyjhansen.com/2010/07/give-away-at-end-of-this-post-starring.html"&gt;Lacy's: The Give Away at the End of This Post: Starring Lovable, Non-Furry, Old Lacy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536297623737944826-1589889199169439313?l=theadventuresofrachelkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://blog.lacyjhansen.com/2010/07/give-away-at-end-of-this-post-starring.html' title='Lacy&apos;s: The Give Away at the End of This Post: Starring Lovable, Non-Furry, Old Lacy'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofrachelkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1589889199169439313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536297623737944826&amp;postID=1589889199169439313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536297623737944826/posts/default/1589889199169439313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536297623737944826/posts/default/1589889199169439313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofrachelkay.blogspot.com/2010/07/lacys-give-away-at-end-of-this-post.html' title='Lacy&apos;s: The Give Away at the End of This Post: Starring Lovable, Non-Furry, Old Lacy'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06586363056948693145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/SS5AG2e3gtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/n1PsWVReFAU/S220/Dave+and+Rachel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536297623737944826.post-1151556845590988761</id><published>2009-01-30T13:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:46:14.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Party Bus</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it was a van.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a thrilling dream.  I awoke to the sound of a blaring horn, not the trumpets that I've heard about in the Bible.  I went out the door to meet Jesus in a fifteen passenger van!  We drove around collecting people for our trek to heaven.  Somehow the van kept expanding to accommodate the many people who had such a privilege.  So much for meeting my Jesus in the sky :)  It seemed so real and wonderful last night and wonderfully hilarious this morning.  Although, I must say that if the plan should be revised, and Jesus wants to retrieve me in a van, I will have no complaints!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/SYNe09ocSrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/KdrD-I8grBk/s1600-h/IMG_3984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/SYNe09ocSrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/KdrD-I8grBk/s400/IMG_3984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297181850708232882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bible suffered some sacrilege this afternoon.  I left it out with the Bible Study I am currently working on, and Adeline found it with a pen.  I found additions to scripture in Deuteronomy, Numbers, and 1st Samuel, oh, and bit in Exodus as well.  She turns pages with one hand and scribbles with the other, thus allowing the damage to be widespread.  I love my Bible; I am used to how it feels in my hands, the pages don't stick together anymore, and I have meaningful scriptures underlined. Perhaps one day I will cherish Adeline's "blasphemous" scribbles, but for now, I am a little disappointed at the damage my Bible received--yet laughing a bit about it.  I can still read through the scribbles, and given the shear number of pages in the Bible, she only scribbled in a small percentage.  My Bible will be quite unique to pass on to future generations, I'm sure.  We have only just begun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536297623737944826-1151556845590988761?l=theadventuresofrachelkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofrachelkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1151556845590988761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536297623737944826&amp;postID=1151556845590988761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536297623737944826/posts/default/1151556845590988761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536297623737944826/posts/default/1151556845590988761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofrachelkay.blogspot.com/2009/01/ultimate-party-bus.html' title='The Ultimate Party Bus'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06586363056948693145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/SS5AG2e3gtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/n1PsWVReFAU/S220/Dave+and+Rachel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/SYNe09ocSrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/KdrD-I8grBk/s72-c/IMG_3984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536297623737944826.post-942577258318335453</id><published>2009-01-21T18:01:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:02:07.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do I know?</title><content type='html'>We had a great, yet hectic Christmas.  We were busier during the two weeks surrounding Christmas than in our "normal" lives.  As much fun as I had, I was also disappointed.  I had visions of relaxing with David--he had a full 16 days off from work, and we didn't spend a single one just together.  We had to get back to real life to find any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chaos sort of spun me around and spit me out dizzy.  I wasn't sure where to pick up and move on.  I kept praying--pleading for direction because the things that had seemed so right in late November seemed all wrong in the beginning of January.  I am still a little dizzy, but I am improving as I try to be obedient.  I am teaching the women's Purpose class at church and David is co-teaching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mens&lt;/span&gt;' class with Todd--that started on Monday.  We are still helping with ARISE on Wednesdays, small group twice a month on Friday, and Norah has started a tumbling class that will last a few weeks on Saturday mornings.  We went to Kansas City over the weekend for my cousin's (Paul and Haley)   little boy's (Ian) birthday, and we have decided to go to Winter Camp in Colorado with the youth in February.  The list SPINS ME AROUND!  But I am amazed by my Jesus who walks beside me.  He has shown me that this is a busy season, but it is one that He is in with me.  I have had confirmed in my quiet times that I am not running ahead or lagging behind, but I need to stay faithful and draw my strength from Him.  I really have had a new peace come over me concerning these commitments.    On top of it all, though, my dad's health is not good right now.  He had to go to the hospital on New Year's Eve and was there for four days.  He hasn't felt well since, but he tries to keep going.  He had to be squeezed in for a visit with his specialist on Friday and they made some medicine changes.  I try to keep lifting him up in prayer, but I have to admit that I sometimes feel very discouraged concerning the whole thing.  And there are other things going on in the lives of those close to me that sometimes cause me to feel overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mix of trusting the Lord to carry me through this crazy season and yet feeling discouraged for others is so hard to figure out.  I believe so much in the Almighty God and do trust Him, but it is hard to keep my desires to see fast action at bay, and to remove myself from wanting to dive in myself to fix it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song, "What Do I Know of Holy?" is on my mind a lot these days.  I feel like the closer I draw to the Lord, the less I realize I know.  " I think I made you too small....."  I have been doing a study on John--not the book, the disciple--as a person.  He loved Jesus so much and knew Jesus in the flesh.  We strive to learn how to be that close to our living Savior, and yet sometimes when that is our focus, we forget to realize that He is also a REALLY BIG GOD.  Wow!  Personal, yet bigger than I can fathom.  The balance can be mind boggling--and that is where I am.  I am trying to quit analyzing and just to be still so that God can show me the parts about Him that He wants me to understand right now--I can't get the whole picture at once.  Hard to accept--school came easy for me and when there was a piece that I didn't understand, I got upset.  I used to leave my high school Calculus class in tears.  God is not a concept to be fully understood--I can learn a lot and continue to grow more and more, but I can't expect to arrive at a complete understanding with an "A" on my paper.  I have heard that and even spoken that time and time again.  Now I have to remember it, and put it into practice again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/SXePVFoT_ZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QdYN3_qIddE/s1600-h/IMG_3562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/SXePVFoT_ZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QdYN3_qIddE/s200/IMG_3562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293857479448591762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pictures from our fun and crazy times:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norah on Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/SXeQXLERiHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/30huv6FHrW0/s1600-h/IMG_3589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/SXeQXLERiHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/30huv6FHrW0/s200/IMG_3589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293858614779414642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisterly Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/SXeRic6cwkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FgziDWyGieA/s1600-h/IMG_3717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/SXeRic6cwkI/AAAAAAAAAGg/FgziDWyGieA/s200/IMG_3717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293859908060234306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norah is ready for tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/SXeShT0a5lI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kLDPhMD7b54/s1600-h/IMG_3670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/SXeShT0a5lI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kLDPhMD7b54/s200/IMG_3670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293860987950786130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addie and Papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/SXeVGALX8JI/AAAAAAAAAG4/14EWlexFgQg/s1600-h/Gymnasticer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/SXeVGALX8JI/AAAAAAAAAG4/14EWlexFgQg/s200/Gymnasticer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293863817356767378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Norah saw her pigtails in the mirror, she declared that she looks like a "real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gymnasticker&lt;/span&gt;" now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Boy, Ian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/SXeV0ukQbtI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0YW01kkI7UY/s1600-h/IMG_3920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/SXeV0ukQbtI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0YW01kkI7UY/s200/IMG_3920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293864620083146450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving KC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/SXeYyqraKeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/q_uyMZxlZj4/s1600-h/IMG_3935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/SXeYyqraKeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/q_uyMZxlZj4/s320/IMG_3935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293867883214547426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536297623737944826-942577258318335453?l=theadventuresofrachelkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofrachelkay.blogspot.com/feeds/942577258318335453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536297623737944826&amp;postID=942577258318335453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536297623737944826/posts/default/942577258318335453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536297623737944826/posts/default/942577258318335453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofrachelkay.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-do-i-know.html' title='What Do I know?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06586363056948693145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/SS5AG2e3gtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/n1PsWVReFAU/S220/Dave+and+Rachel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/SXePVFoT_ZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QdYN3_qIddE/s72-c/IMG_3562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536297623737944826.post-2090219562131184413</id><published>2007-09-06T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:06:35.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had a great time over Labor Day weekend.  We got in some relaxing and some time with friends and family.  It really does feel like the end of summer though.  I always seem to think of the State Fair as the beginning of fall--and it comes only a week after Labor Day weekend.  I don't know how I feel about summer coming to an end.  I always love the fall--football, soup, open windows, bonfires, festivals, my birthday, the pumpkin patch, and this year my great friend, Trish, from Louisi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ana is coming....., but how did September get here?  I really want to hit the pause button for a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; moment.  What is my deal?  Usually I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;am ready for a change of pace, but right now, I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've alw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ays been a person who doesn't like my cheese to move very far.  I think that having kids is showing me just how much changes, and how quickly.  Last Labor Day is when I found out I was pregnant with Addie.  This year, I have a smiling four month old.  I feel like I have traveled through many seasons the past three or four years, and I don't just mean the time of year.  I have grown and changed so much spiritually; I have had times of stepping forward and times of needing to fall back; I've been tied down to babies and experienced breaths of the carefree life; I've had times of strength and moments of weakness; times of loneliness and times of feeling surrounded by support.  Several times when I mention changes, my friends tell me, "It's jus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;t a season, Rache."  I am so thankful to have friends now that are with me no matter the season.  More, I am thankful for an unchanging God in Heaven who has a plan for this changing life of mine.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for summer turning to fall, the past few da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ys were crazy.  We went from a warm day fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;r a pool party to two days later, harvesting pumpkins and gourds at my parents house, with a hint of a chill in the air.  Norah is delighted that there will be "more to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; pick soon."  Here are some fun pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RuDCeTtjhCI/AAAAAAAAADU/qhfZqh6DZQw/s1600-h/To+be+sorted+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RuDCeTtjhCI/AAAAAAAAADU/qhfZqh6DZQw/s200/To+be+sorted+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107295803381351458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie, Steph, and Rachel synchranized floating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RuDD1ztjhDI/AAAAAAAAADc/UBQ4Eolzldw/s1600-h/To+be+sorted+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RuDD1ztjhDI/AAAAAAAAADc/UBQ4Eolzldw/s200/To+be+sorted+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107297306619905074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RuDFXTtjhEI/AAAAAAAAADk/8Wy5FmdY2dI/s1600-h/To+be+sorted+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RuDFXTtjhEI/AAAAAAAAADk/8Wy5FmdY2dI/s200/To+be+sorted+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107298981657150530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Matt (left) and Dave (right) off the board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RuDJGjtjhGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aQX49ByLvhE/s1600-h/To+be+sorted+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RuDJGjtjhGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aQX49ByLvhE/s320/To+be+sorted+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107303091940852834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My lil' punkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RuDHZTtjhFI/AAAAAAAAADs/DemP5rlxIDQ/s1600-h/To+be+sorted+253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RuDHZTtjhFI/AAAAAAAAADs/DemP5rlxIDQ/s320/To+be+sorted+253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107301215040144466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pickin' fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536297623737944826-2090219562131184413?l=theadventuresofrachelkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofrachelkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2090219562131184413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536297623737944826&amp;postID=2090219562131184413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536297623737944826/posts/default/2090219562131184413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536297623737944826/posts/default/2090219562131184413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofrachelkay.blogspot.com/2007/09/seasons-change.html' title='Seasons Change'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06586363056948693145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/SS5AG2e3gtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/n1PsWVReFAU/S220/Dave+and+Rachel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RuDCeTtjhCI/AAAAAAAAADU/qhfZqh6DZQw/s72-c/To+be+sorted+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536297623737944826.post-2666061743542312292</id><published>2007-08-22T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:06:37.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Memories Don't Seem To Be Enough...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...but they have to be.  I thoroughly enjoyed my family reunion over the weekend.  I wasn't sure how the road trip would be with the girls, but it worked out well.  I am so thankful that I didn't pass up the opportunity to be with my family.  I don't know if it is the time of year, the gathering, or just my reflections, but I am missing Grandma so much right now--I always do, but I have really been having a hard time the past couple of weeks.  People say that memories last a lifetim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e--true--but I wish that I could actually see those memories again.  I wish that as a kid I was a little photojournalist, cap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;turing the common things that seem so special now.  I would love to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;see me at the table in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nightgown with Grandma eating a bo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wl of Kix before bed, her packing snacks and a jar of ice w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;er for Brennen and me to go hiking in the pasture, feedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ng scraps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e cats, passing me Trident in church...., ordinary things that seem so extraordinary now.  I am so grateful to have those memories though, and rather than memories fading, I think I remember more as time passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The weekend reunion was a good time for more fun memories to be made.  I tried to take plenty of pictures.  The time went too fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/Rs0K0Ttjg0I/AAAAAAAAABk/f39Q1qyHaVs/s1600-h/August+2007+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/Rs0K0Ttjg0I/AAAAAAAAABk/f39Q1qyHaVs/s200/August+2007+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101745846641460034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Kent and Norah playing Tic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tac Toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/Rs5ikjtjg4I/AAAAAAAAACE/IOilXPUV9R8/s1600-h/August+2007+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/Rs5ikjtjg4I/AAAAAAAAACE/IOilXPUV9R8/s200/August+2007+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102123808058475394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Matt, m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e, and Brennen on the observation deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/Rs5jNjtjg5I/AAAAAAAAACM/-Oj6YBhlfmA/s1600-h/August+2007+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/Rs5jNjtjg5I/AAAAAAAAACM/-Oj6YBhlfmA/s200/August+2007+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102124512433111954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And Matt scaring the pants off of me, sitting on the ledge of the observation deck.  He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wouldn't get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;down until I took this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/Rs5h7Ttjg3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ogHOJK9i7P4/s1600-h/August+2007+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/Rs5h7Ttjg3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ogHOJK9i7P4/s200/August+2007+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102123099388871538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uncle Tim, Norah and Mom.  I wanted a picture of them with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;watermelon that Uncle Tim gave to Norah.  As I was tr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ying to take the posed photo, some sort of sibling conflict took place and this is what I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;t---my m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;om's true colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/Rs5kqDtjg6I/AAAAAAAAACU/U2y8_3CTX1c/s1600-h/August+2007+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/Rs5kqDtjg6I/AAAAAAAAACU/U2y8_3CTX1c/s200/August+2007+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102126101571011490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the posed photo with Norah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; eating watermelon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/Rs5l_Ttjg7I/AAAAAAAAACc/lJ1QX2Kn0rE/s1600-h/August+2007+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/Rs5l_Ttjg7I/AAAAAAAAACc/lJ1QX2Kn0rE/s200/August+2007+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102127566154859442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Breaking the law on the paddle boats.  They weren't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aware of the no bumping rule--there's a good reason for the rule.  Your boats may get stuc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;k together--as shown here.  Not to mention that someone could potentially be knocked off t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he back of the boat.  You can't see their faces well in this small photo, but they were cracking up at their misfortune :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/Rs5nLztjg8I/AAAAAAAAACk/4mXB7I-cO3k/s1600-h/August+2007+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/Rs5nLztjg8I/AAAAAAAAACk/4mXB7I-cO3k/s200/August+2007+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102128880414852034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Photo Op.  David, Matt, Brennen and Elizabeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/Rs5pwDtjg_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/W2apqlGiRvA/s1600-h/August+2007+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/Rs5pwDtjg_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/W2apqlGiRvA/s200/August+2007+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102131702208365554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's my first born being dangled off the back of the boat by her grandma -- barefoot.  Breaking another law, or two.  The sign did say no bare feet.  We didn't read the rules until after the ride though, and nobody said anything about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/Rs5o-ztjg-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Z7_GELGYKfc/s1600-h/August+2007+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/Rs5o-ztjg-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Z7_GELGYKfc/s200/August+2007+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102130856099808226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Kim and Addie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/Rs5qoztjhAI/AAAAAAAAADE/DpFj27CHCO4/s1600-h/August+2007+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/Rs5qoztjhAI/AAAAAAAAADE/DpFj27CHCO4/s200/August+2007+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102132677165941762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Poor Addie learned to sleep on the go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/Rs5r1DtjhBI/AAAAAAAAADM/eS8V9b56iPA/s1600-h/August+2007+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/Rs5r1DtjhBI/AAAAAAAAADM/eS8V9b56iPA/s200/August+2007+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102133987130967058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On the way home, Norah learned what you do when you are surrounded by country, with no potty for miles and miles.  She did quite well :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have more great pictures--too many to go on and on with.  I am so thankful to have fun new memories--and pictures.  What treasures these times are.  I can't say enough about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536297623737944826-2666061743542312292?l=theadventuresofrachelkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofrachelkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2666061743542312292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536297623737944826&amp;postID=2666061743542312292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536297623737944826/posts/default/2666061743542312292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536297623737944826/posts/default/2666061743542312292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofrachelkay.blogspot.com/2007/08/sometimes-memories-dont-seem-to-be.html' title='Sometimes Memories Don&apos;t Seem To Be Enough...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06586363056948693145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/SS5AG2e3gtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/n1PsWVReFAU/S220/Dave+and+Rachel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/Rs0K0Ttjg0I/AAAAAAAAABk/f39Q1qyHaVs/s72-c/August+2007+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536297623737944826.post-3841387668792482166</id><published>2007-08-15T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:06:38.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Birthday and a Bumbo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RsPPSztjgvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zuIDYIw7r3o/s1600-h/August+2007+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RsPPSztjgvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zuIDYIw7r3o/s320/August+2007+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099147125139407602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last weekend we had a fam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ily party for Dave's birthday (he'll be 28 on August 17).  We will be headed out of town this weekend to see my mom's clan at a reunion in Nebraska, so we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;celebrated with family that won't b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e headed that way.  We are so blessed to have so much family around us.  I was realizing on Saturday that we are able to gather with four generations.  Our grandparents, parents, and siblings enjoy each other on top of that.  I always took that for granted growing up.  I was used to big family gatherings and always looked forward to them.  My family members were and still are some of my closest friends.  I am really looking forward to my family reunion in Nebraska too--our family has fun when we gather.  No boring picnics in the heat with people you don't know or remember, just people that have a blast together and love each other very much.  I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RsPTYDtjgwI/AAAAAAAAABE/-jJGI_tlUV8/s1600-h/August+2007+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RsPTYDtjgwI/AAAAAAAAABE/-jJGI_tlUV8/s320/August+2007+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099151613380231938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I finally accepted earlier thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s week that Addie should be a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; part of the Bumbo seat craze.  I thought these crazy seats were for lazy parents who didn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;want to teach their children to sit up on their own.  I also thought that they had a ridiculous price tag for a molded piece of foam--thick as it may be.  This was until I realized how much Addie likes to be held in a sitting posit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ion--I can't keep it up all day--but Bumbo can.  She can sit when I want to do something else and be able to play with both hands.  She bats at things when she is laying on the floor, but in her seat, she can really get a grip on her toys.  And she LOVES it!  Bumbo seats are a craze for a reason, and I intend to spread the word of their greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;got to enjoy some more pool time this week as well.  W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e swam at Dave's party once and went again on Sunday night.  Addie had her first pool experience, and Norah is getting slightly braver around the water.  We enjoyed the extra time with Dave's parents too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RsPVMTtjgxI/AAAAAAAAABM/2qLzvFSyn-U/s1600-h/August+2007+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RsPVMTtjgxI/AAAAAAAAABM/2qLzvFSyn-U/s200/August+2007+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099153610540024594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RsPWBTtjgyI/AAAAAAAAABU/Onb1RXBIxnk/s1600-h/August+2007+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RsPWBTtjgyI/AAAAAAAAABU/Onb1RXBIxnk/s200/August+2007+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099154521073091362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RsPXDztjgzI/AAAAAAAAABc/VGD6L492xmc/s1600-h/August+2007+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RsPXDztjgzI/AAAAAAAAABc/VGD6L492xmc/s200/August+2007+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099155663534392114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536297623737944826-3841387668792482166?l=theadventuresofrachelkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofrachelkay.blogspot.com/feeds/3841387668792482166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536297623737944826&amp;postID=3841387668792482166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536297623737944826/posts/default/3841387668792482166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536297623737944826/posts/default/3841387668792482166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofrachelkay.blogspot.com/2007/08/birthday-and-bumbo.html' title='A Birthday and a Bumbo'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06586363056948693145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/SS5AG2e3gtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/n1PsWVReFAU/S220/Dave+and+Rachel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RsPPSztjgvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zuIDYIw7r3o/s72-c/August+2007+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4536297623737944826.post-5904556928027184717</id><published>2007-08-06T20:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:06:38.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentists, Doctors, Appointments....OH MY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes it is heartbreaking to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a mom.  I know that I needed to take the girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s to their respective appointments, but I hated waiting to hear medical professionals tell me my babies are doing all right.   A couple of years ago, I would have thought that a ridiculous remark to make.  What's the big deal about going to the doctor or dentist?  That's what is best afterall.  Luckily, I have been given two little champions that make these things so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RrfKRc9E0aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RKpk-WKS9DA/s1600-h/digital2+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RrfKRc9E0aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RKpk-WKS9DA/s320/digital2+150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095763904571953570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Norah had to go to the dentist last Wednesday because I saw dark spots o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;n the backs of her front teeth.  I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cringed as I waited to hear that the dentist would have to knock her out and cap her teeth.  As it turns out, she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;grinds her teeth and has worn through the enamel but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;has no cavities.  When I asked what I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;should do about that, I was relieved to hear "nothing".  Apparently some kids grind their baby teeth to the gum line.  If she does it to her permanent teeth, she'll wear a night guard, but for now we just keep brushing.  Norah loved her appointment.  That's her looking proud if slightly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hesitant in the chair.  She was thrilled to receive a ring and bracelet from the treasure drawer when she was done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RrfNvM9E0cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LTmmVIKLNR0/s1600-h/digital2+246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RrfNvM9E0cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LTmmVIKLNR0/s320/digital2+246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095767714207945154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Addie had to go back to the cardiologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; for her two month follow up today.  I was thrilled that she was so good.  She didn't cry until the end of her ECHO when they had to pull off her "stickies".  The doctor said tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;t the heart defects are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;still there, but the hole (ASD) is slightly smaller and the other problems are very mild.  As the ASD heals (I'm saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; as, not if) the other things will heal or  at least not have an effect on her.  She is doing great, so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we go back in 3 months to do it all over again.  I am believing that God will continue to heal her and we will be seeing that healing continue to take place at her next visit.  In this picture, she hadn't been to the ECHO yet, but she is red from a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;different batch of stickies that they had to put on her.  The 2 hour appointments aren't fun, but it is fun to watch my baby charm the office personnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RrfREc9E0dI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pV6RTBYozIQ/s1600-h/digital2+242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RrfREc9E0dI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pV6RTBYozIQ/s200/digital2+242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095771377815048658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RrfSEM9E0eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OcpbzuufjGI/s1600-h/digital2+243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RrfSEM9E0eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OcpbzuufjGI/s200/digital2+243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095772473031709154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RrfUAs9E0fI/AAAAAAAAAA0/q50GGL84WtI/s1600-h/digital2+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RrfUAs9E0fI/AAAAAAAAAA0/q50GGL84WtI/s200/digital2+201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095774611925422578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Over the weekend, the girls had some time with grandparents too.  A little R&amp;R.......  We celebrated Papa Jeff's birthday--though it looks like Norah's since she took care of the candle blowing for him.  We had such a relaxing and fun time.   Happy Birthday Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4536297623737944826-5904556928027184717?l=theadventuresofrachelkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theadventuresofrachelkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5904556928027184717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4536297623737944826&amp;postID=5904556928027184717' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536297623737944826/posts/default/5904556928027184717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4536297623737944826/posts/default/5904556928027184717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theadventuresofrachelkay.blogspot.com/2007/08/dentists-doctors-appointmentsoh-my.html' title='Dentists, Doctors, Appointments....OH MY!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06586363056948693145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/SS5AG2e3gtI/AAAAAAAAAF4/n1PsWVReFAU/S220/Dave+and+Rachel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ha-B-CNWPZI/RrfKRc9E0aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RKpk-WKS9DA/s72-c/digital2+150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
