<?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-2163577788097631025</id><updated>2012-01-01T21:10:10.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Well... Love Often</title><subtitle type='html'>"You know everything I do. You know what I am going to say even before I say it..." Psalms 139:3-4</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>361</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-2431141454325283190</id><published>2011-12-03T10:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T20:51:09.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Daily - Day 3</title><content type='html'>I love Saturdays. It is a relaxing day around the house. It is the only day that Ethan is able to play his video games for a short while&amp;nbsp;during the day. It is quiet. Peaceful. Restful. Dave works Saturdays but when he comes home we are excited for the beginning of the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Ethan needed a bandaid. When I taught preschool, the children never liked our plain bandaids because it didn't have characters on it. I got in the habbit of drawing a heart on it before giving it to the child telling them that it was a special bandaid with love on it. I would kiss it then, put it on telling them not to touch it because the love was healing the booboo. So, I knew his hand needed medicne and got a regular bandaid and did the same thing. He chuckled and said, "That's cute. Did you draw that on there?" It made me smile that I can get the same reaction from him that I got years ago from the children in my classroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to the store to pick out Ethan's cousin, Jeremy, a birthday present. Jeremy is now 17 and Ethan wanted to pick out the present this year. He got him the new Lego Star Wars movie. Dave got it for Ethan about a month or two ago and Dave and I love watching it more than Ethan. It is so funny... So, we were sure that Jeremy would get a kick out of it, being the Star Wars fan that he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the beginning of a blog hop that I had for one of my design teams. I enjoyed the over 80 comments coming through my email all day long. It was loads of fun and it made me happy to see that so many paper crafters loved my Christmas project video I created for the hop.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Photos coming soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-2431141454325283190?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2431141454325283190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=2431141454325283190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/2431141454325283190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/2431141454325283190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-daily-day-3.html' title='December Daily - Day 3'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-4163431111357567857</id><published>2011-12-03T09:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T10:08:19.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Daily - Day 2</title><content type='html'>I tried to be a little easier on myself this year. Some of the advent doors hold small treats or prizes. This gives me a little bit of a breather on filling the month with activities to do. Today, Ethan was excited to pull out a little package of legos. I am so surprised I fit it into the small opening. Ethan actually had a job in pulling it out. Ha! I am now&amp;nbsp;not regretting purchasing little items during the year that go on sale or clearance and then putting them away for Ethan's Christmas stocking or the advent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan was excited to build his little spaceship and within fifteen minutes it was taken apart and strung all over the house. ;) That's why I only purchase the small kits that are ten dollars or less. I know I will be putting that puppy together at lease fifteen times this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was spent at the grocery store and at home making dinner. You would think it would be more of an eventful day; but for us, it seems like just getting out the door takes half and hour or more. We also played a few games of Uno (all in which I won - for a change) and Old Maid (in which I also won). ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure, but I think his distracted personality comes from me. I remember my mom asking me to do something and I would have done several things on the way to doing the one thing she asked me to do. So, of course, finishing a list of chores took two or three times longer. I see a little of this in Ethan. But, then he is only four. And he is a boy. So that explains some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had several fits today. That's life. That's why documenting every day in December is real. It's not just about the good times, but it records our life right now. Now isn't easy. Now is filled with whining, tired days, and his&amp;nbsp;fighting mom and dad. But, it is the here and now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Ethan was surprised when I picked up the camera during dinner and took a picture. He didn't like that. Dinner is usually filled with complaining about having to eat his one "no thank you" bite. But hey, it is about capturing the everyday moments. Right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Ethan sat together for a while and played video games together. Ethan doesn't stop talking the whole time and usually sits on Dad's lap or next to him with his arm wrapped around his shoulder. It is darling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before bed, I got to snuggle with the little man and read three Christmas stories with him. Every day it is quite the job to show this little one the true meaning of Christmas. With giving him the picture of Jesus in the manger right before bed, I hope it fills his mind as he sleeps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Photos coming soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-4163431111357567857?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4163431111357567857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=4163431111357567857&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4163431111357567857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4163431111357567857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-daily-day-2.html' title='December Daily - Day 2'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-2671229548263456197</id><published>2011-12-01T20:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T21:32:49.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Daily - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, the first day of December has come again and so has December Daily. I tried to not have too high of expectations today. since the last few days have been some of the worst in a while with Ethan. But, I couldn't help it. I guess I get excited getting the advent calendar filled with activities and fun things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I mean, last year, was the worst December we could of had. What was I thinking potty training Ethan in December?!!! Helllloooo! It was terrible and something I try to forget. Now, every year, as I get ready for December 1st, I think of how much fun it was NOT last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/decemberdaily-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/decemberdaily-5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, today, was a blessing. Not only did Ethan remember that it was the first day of Christmas, but he must have forgot about throwing fits every five minutes&amp;nbsp;when he opened the first door of the advent. He read the activity himself and was actually excited about being able to go to the store to pick out a new ornament for the tree. Of course, he picked a blue, plastic, glitter covered, CUPCAKE. Did I mention it was blue? He walked around with it going, "Yum, yum, yum," while mimicking that he was eating it all up. Oh. dear. me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were able to make a trip into Turner today to drop something off at Aldersgate. We played on the playground I helped&amp;nbsp;raise money for, which was put&amp;nbsp;on the camp in May,&amp;nbsp;and even took a small walk through what we use to call "the forest." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/1322770346667.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/1322770346667.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/1322770100148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/1322770100148.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Us waiting for Sarah to return to class from picking children up from lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We then visited Sarah's classroom and my boy was so well behaved. He asked Sarah why her classroom had no toys in it. But, he was content in picking a book out of the fifth grade library, sitting in the bean bag chair reading. Of course, he picked a Magic Treehouse chapter book and sat and read it. It was so comical to see him intensely reading this book where most preschoolers wouldn't have picked up one book let alone sit and read it. Ten minutes later, he turned the last page and gave it to Sarah, saying, "I finished. It was quite a long one." As if he really read the whole thing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/1322771543893.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/1322771543893.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The rest of our day was filled with Hide n Seek, Chase Me, Tickle Me, and board games Dinosaur Bones and Connect Four. That was after my usual chores for the day, washing dishes, laundry, and cleaning the bathrooms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/decemberdaily-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/decemberdaily-12.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a good day. I am thankful for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/2163577788097631025-2671229548263456197?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2671229548263456197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=2671229548263456197&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/2671229548263456197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/2671229548263456197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-daily-day-1.html' title='December Daily - Day 1'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-2745219098740563532</id><published>2011-05-30T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T16:07:34.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update is Well Deserved</title><content type='html'>So much has happened in the last few months that it has been hard to keep up on the family blog. Although, I love to journal and record our family's stories it's the challenges that are hard to write about. When I get older I want to be like my mother who says that we were angels and never did anything wrong. Although I am sure her memory is quite altered, I am sure she never had to deal with the extremes that Dave and I have to deal with. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead, I will do what Becca did recently on her blog. I want to share a list of things that we are into right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eating clean. Dave and I have been eating clean since the beginning of the year. I actually like avocados, tomatoes (in moderation), and fruit and vegetables haven't tasted this good. Things I miss... chocolate in large quantities. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We moved into town. I love being able to run to the grocery store without it taking several hours. We are&amp;nbsp;ten minutes from Becca's work, the post office, Walmart, Safeway, Trader Joe's (opening soon), and Winco! I can make several stops and still get home before lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We started our own vegetable garden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We live near several parks for Ethan to play on. We love to run, play chase, go down the slide, and swing high. Dave meets us there sometimes on his way home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Vintage cartoons are Ethan's favorite. He loves Tom and Jerry and laughs hysterically every time they fall over. Which means he laughs non-stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Relaxing in our sitting room with a fire and reading a good book. All three of us end up doing this together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Dave is into finding new reciepes to surprise me with. It is like eating at a restaruant every night while not gaining a pound! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. We now get local television and have been shamelessly watching American Idol, Dancing with the Stars, and The Office. I love the antenna. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. We watch movies after Ethan goes down. Dave usually falls asleep during the first ten minutes. I then stay up and finish it and have to roll him off the sofa to get him to bed afterwards. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Laying back and relaxing on the weekends. Since we live in town and I am not working evenings, it seems like we have more time to enjoy our weekends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved making this list. It helps me to see how much God really has blessed us with our new home and neighborhood. We see our family more and treasure our family time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-2745219098740563532?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2745219098740563532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=2745219098740563532&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/2745219098740563532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/2745219098740563532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2011/05/update-is-well-deserved.html' title='Update is Well Deserved'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-784466950171026449</id><published>2010-12-28T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T23:12:21.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Rocks!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was one of the best days we have had here at home in a long while. Although being on vacation keeps us up late at night (enjoying late night movies, video games, internet surfing, sewing - a lot of sewing) it is nothing coffee can't cure for a while. When the coffee kicked in, Dave and I got Ethan ready to go to Portland. We went to the Lego Store so he could build his own Lego-guys. It was great to see him so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sometimes a little time out of the house does you good. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s1600/signature1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s320/signature1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-784466950171026449?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/784466950171026449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=784466950171026449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/784466950171026449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/784466950171026449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/12/vacation-rocks.html' title='Vacation Rocks!'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s72-c/signature1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-2673805878058287239</id><published>2010-12-22T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T10:39:49.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Video: When I'm With You</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="382" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/18092290" width="605"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/18092290"&gt;When I'm With You&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user5554196"&gt;Jennifer Evans&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-2673805878058287239?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2673805878058287239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=2673805878058287239&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/2673805878058287239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/2673805878058287239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-video-when-im-with-you.html' title='First Video: When I&apos;m With You'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-5674491245202045962</id><published>2010-12-22T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T08:58:36.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Daily</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is the first year that December has flown by with many of my goals for the month out the window. I have always enjoyed December Daily but this year, I have to admit, it has been a challenge for me. Many people who are life artists (those who document life with journaling, paper art, or photography) say to write or capture the everyday even if it is bad, because well, that's life. Life isn't perfect or always goes as planned.&amp;nbsp; For me, though, I want to remember the good. Remembering the bad just makes you think negatively. Sure, I know life isn't perfect or all sunshine and roses. But, don't you want to remember the sunshine and roses more than when you got locked in the bathroom again and in the stress of it shaved your eyebrows off? You may be laughing right now, just imagining it, but it is a hard life to live. Maybe potty training wasn't the smartest thing to do in the month of December, but when is it the best time than the present?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In the mist of it all, we also found out that my boss found someone perfect for my position, earlier than expected. He wasn't going to be looking for someone until February but God doesn't work in our time line, but His own.&amp;nbsp; At the same time, the camp is looking for a new food service manager, which means we might be finding a new place to live in a couple weeks. It all depends on who they hire, how big the family is, or if they want to even live on camp. So much uncertainty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am reading &lt;i&gt;One in a Million - Journey to Your Promise Land&lt;/i&gt;, by Priscilla Shirer. Becca and Sarah are teaching this book in their bible study coming up next year. I originally got it so I could know what they were talking about when in conversation. I had no idea it was exactly what I needed right now. Life feels like a dry trip in the wilderness right now. Just taking one step in front of the other to get through the day. Priscilla gave great advice in the book; she said to write down every miracle or glimpse of God down. Then when you are going through a new wilderness or hard time that you can pull out that list or journal of all that God has done to remember that He will always be there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, in the last few weeks, I have had a few glimpses of joy that have kept me in the spirit of Christmas. I will list them below...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sweet fellowship with women at Bible Study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Blessing our pastor's wife on her birthday with a handmade gift.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Going to the Singing Christmas Tree at church. (I love choirs!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ethan sitting on my lap while I read him Christmas stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A trip to coffee and Blackberries (a new gift shop we found in Salem) with Becca, Josh, and Ethan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Going to see Christmas lights with Mom, Dad, Ethan, and Dave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Making a foam gingerbread house with Ethan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sewing projects just for fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Josh, Becca, and Sarah taking me out to coffee, a crepe, and another trip to Blackberries.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then, last weekend, I created a beautiful video of Ethan. I realized that I should make more of these just so I can watch them while in a dry-spell on the way to the Promised Land. It really gives encouragement. I can't wait to figure out how to export the movie so that I can share it. Becca watched it and cried. So, it must be good. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-5674491245202045962?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5674491245202045962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=5674491245202045962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/5674491245202045962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/5674491245202045962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-daily.html' title='December Daily'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-4560769916341027050</id><published>2010-12-08T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T07:59:19.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Daily - Day 8</title><content type='html'>There is a light at the end of the tunnel. I asked God to reveal himself to me in this dry and thirsty land. (Believe me, it's been quite dry this week). The crying and screaming started with Ethan's first sentence this morning. Our activity of Ethan creating his own Christmas cards was like pulling teeth, but they turned out good. I wish we had made more but six was enough for anyone to have to sit and make. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/decdaily0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/decdaily0010.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this afternoon, I put pants on Ethan, and took him down the street to the market to get a snack. We ate our snack watching Veggie Tales' Saint Nicholas. No matter that the movie tried to stay to the true story but then went off on a crazy ending. Like I said, no matter. Why? It was the first time I had laughed in several days. Ethan too. We belly laughed at the silly song. Those are the memories we need to hold on to. The ones that make the day, not break it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan stayed in those pants the rest of the day. I came home to dinner on the table, my husband's smile, and JJ Heller singing in the background. It was enough to encourage anyone. Dave went to the store while I praised God for his love and goodness in song. Sigh... a little light in this week is just what we needed. Isn't that what God does? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s1600/signature1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s320/signature1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-4560769916341027050?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4560769916341027050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=4560769916341027050&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4560769916341027050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4560769916341027050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-daily-day-8.html' title='December Daily - Day 8'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s72-c/signature1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-2163599503071099168</id><published>2010-12-07T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T08:00:58.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Daily - Days 5-7</title><content type='html'>Our home has become a war zone. I am not kidding. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We swore to stay home and make this potty training happen. Of course the rain stopped, the sun came out, and it mocked us in our now cave of a home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I was in and out of the house hosting a group that was staying this weekend at the camp. It was a blessing to help other people. In between, Dave cooked pancakes and eggs (the eggs were for Dave and I), tuna melts, and slow cooked ribs. It was just one of those slow, is-this-day-ever-going-to-end kind of days. It was relaxing, as relaxing as it gets with a half naked little man running around the house stir crazy. ;) Then, Dave went into our shed on the porch and got stung by a bee. He is deathly allergic to bees. So, I run and get the bee sting kit and Dave isn't reacting. From my training, I knew I shouldn't give the medication to him without symptoms, so we called the doctor. We gave him Benadryl and watched his symptoms according to the doctor's advice. Dave is shocked. He says he is super human now that he has contacts. (sigh... that makes me laugh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/decdaily0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/decdaily0003.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/decdaily0004_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/decdaily0004_2.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/decdaily0003-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/decdaily0003-1.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I worked again and Ethan and Daddy played hard. They wrestled, played swords (foam ones not the sharp bladed kind), and played video games together. All the while Ethan still half clothed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the rain started again and I think it may be a full moon. The stamping project Ethan was doing to make homemade wrapping paper turned into creating the ink on his body. To then licking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/decdaily0007-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/decdaily0007-1.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was locked in the bathroom when Ethan didn't like my answer to if he could watch TV. "You just stay in there!" he said as he locked the door from the outside. (Yes, we switched the handle after he kept on locking the door shut so we couldn't get inside... not sure which is worse.) It only was for about ten minutes. Guess he didn't like being alone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, while we were making snowflakes, Ethan took his scissors and cut my sweater. Wow, those preschool scissors are pretty sharp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ornament lost its life today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tale of Samuel Whiskers lost pages 79-82 and now is at the book doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A war zone? Yes, I think so. Do I feel the Christmas spirit. Not much. But I did find the quietest Christmas CD of Tim Janis that my mom gave me years ago. It was relaxing among the chaos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s1600/signature1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s320/signature1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-2163599503071099168?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2163599503071099168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=2163599503071099168&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/2163599503071099168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/2163599503071099168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-daily-days-5-7.html' title='December Daily - Days 5-7'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s72-c/signature1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-8942644010395529318</id><published>2010-12-04T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T20:18:32.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Daily - Day 4</title><content type='html'>Today there were more tears, more whining, and more bare bottom than I have ever wanted to experience in all my life.&amp;nbsp; But, Ethan didn't have one accident. Today seemed quiet and lonely with the curtains drawn (for privacy). Dave finally came home and it was nice to see a friendly face. I am working the first weekend here at camp and it is different not having weekends to yourself. I was on call this afternoon. I enjoy helping others, meeting people, and serving guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem much like Christmas around here, besides creating gifts like crazy, just for fun. Dave came home to a counter filled with resin rings that I created, just because. I am thinking of giving them away during a special activity coming up soon. Or, just having them in my purse for that person I come across in passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny, Becca and I were at Craft Warehouse the day after Thanksgiving and we saw a gal working there and out comes fudge from Becca's purse. I was back in there Wednesday, and she said that she passed it out to some of the employees there and it was the best fudge they had ever tasted. I can't make Auntie Kay's fudge (for one thing the recipe is locked away in some vault) but I can make... rings. (Not quite the same but it's the thought that counts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s1600/signature1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s320/signature1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-8942644010395529318?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8942644010395529318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=8942644010395529318&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/8942644010395529318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/8942644010395529318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-daily-day-4.html' title='December Daily - Day 4'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s72-c/signature1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-3208100157638012371</id><published>2010-12-03T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T18:48:58.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Daily - Days 2 &amp; 3</title><content type='html'>I realized that I sometimes have my expectations too high. Wednesday was  a great day decorating and enjoying our day together, but yesterday was a  little rough around the edges. During our time homeschooling I was the  only one singing, reading The Christmas Story, and talking about the  true meaning of Christmas. There was just fits and crying... I might have been crying a few times myself too. It wasn't what I expected and maybe I need to not expect it to be perfect. I mean, our lives are far from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/decdaily0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/decdaily0001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/decdaily0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/decdaily0002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have taken a picture of Ethan in the middle of his fit, recorded it for the album, and maybe Ethan would have been so surprised that I did he would have stopped crying. ;) Dave was home sick from the side effects of his antibiotics for an infection. What's worse, the infection or the side effects?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to bed early, purely exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, today was even better! We knew it was time to get Ethan potty trained. We have tried almost everything. But, Ethan has been so stubborn! So, Dave and I knew we had to stay home this weekend because of my hosting a group here while my boss in on vacation. So, since we weren't going anywhere, might as well try for the next three days. Today, the advent calendar said we were going to have a "potty party!" I had talked to Ethan about it earlier in the week so that he was prepared. But, when he pulled out that slip of paper, I could tell that he read the first two words in his head. Then he got mad. He threw the paper at me. I asked him to read it and he said, "No. You read it." He was so upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much the day was filled with sayings like "Not again!", when he was asked to go to the bathroom again. (We went every five minutes and yes, I set the timer and we really went every five minutes.) "No!" and "Get my pants on!" But, he did amazingly well after almost two hours of fighting me. No accidents until I let him wear underwear at 1:30pm. He had an accident five minutes later. So, Ethan went without and did brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marathon continues tomorrow and Sunday. Thankfully we have other activities planned to keep us sane while we are at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s1600/signature1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s320/signature1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-3208100157638012371?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3208100157638012371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=3208100157638012371&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/3208100157638012371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/3208100157638012371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-daily-days-2-3.html' title='December Daily - Days 2 &amp; 3'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s72-c/signature1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-5633080047053014430</id><published>2010-12-01T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T21:29:43.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Daily - Day 1</title><content type='html'>Yes, I stayed up until 12:30am getting the tree up and ready for today. That includes wrapping all the gifts that were finished and ready to be packaged in the best red and white wrapping found for $4 a roll at Target. ;) Am I tired? Of course! But, I have to say it was worth it. The bottom half of the tree was without my favorite "breakables" ready and waiting for Ethan to decorate it. I wasn't going to replay last year again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/dayone0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/dayone0002.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;A few days ago I cut up strips of paper with each day's activities on them. So, Ethan woke up remembering that he got to open door number 1 on the new advent calendar. He read the paper by himself, just needing help with the word "decorations." He didn't even see the tree standing there with its lights on (because when he woke up, I ran into the living room to turn them on as a surprise). He was so excited about starting the advent that he didn't notice it until afterward. He ran to it saying, "Ohhh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/dayone0006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/dayone0006.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as an addition to being able to put his "unbreakables" on the tree, we went to Target for him to pick out his own ornament for the tree. I know how risky this can be. Telling your child that they can pick out any ornament they want and having to see them choose the most ugly ornament in the store and you having to keep your word. Or even worse, them picking a Star Wars ornament and Darth Vader haunting every Christmas to come. But, how can we keep them from experiencing Christmas without giving them the freedom to do so? So, Ethan picked the alien guy from Toy Story (almost as bad as Star Wars) and said, "Ohhhhh" just like they do. Not sure why, but he picked the same ornament character when Josh let him pick out an ornament weeks ago. I thought Josh's plan went well, so I would try it. Let him pick any other ornament as a trade. But, nope, Ethan wanted that one. A minute later (and a crack on the side of the cart) and we were now picking any ornament that was NOT glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Mr. Snowman looked like an heirloom ornament before we even paid for it. His nose was hanging off and his scarf was frayed and then went missing. Experiencing Christmas hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/dayone0019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/dayone0019.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/dayone0022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/dayone0022.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/dayone0023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/dayone0023.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/dayone0017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/dayone0017.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s1600/signature1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s320/signature1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-5633080047053014430?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5633080047053014430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=5633080047053014430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/5633080047053014430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/5633080047053014430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-daily-day-1.html' title='December Daily - Day 1'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s72-c/signature1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-5512899425440638147</id><published>2010-11-30T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T18:11:36.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Daily is Here!</title><content type='html'>Here we are again, in December. I looked back at last year's December Daily and I was touched and blessed reading about our family's adventures together. This year is going to be even better! I just know it! We have a new advent calendar filled with life changing activities that will move us to be better people. Our family want to do more with these twenty-five days. Most of the family's gifts are made and ready to be wrapped. So, what are we going to do to fill our time this month? You will just have to wait and see! I am looking forward to celebrating Christ's birth with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s1600/signature1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s320/signature1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-5512899425440638147?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5512899425440638147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=5512899425440638147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/5512899425440638147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/5512899425440638147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/11/december-daily-is-here.html' title='December Daily is Here!'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s72-c/signature1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-919246247246909366</id><published>2010-11-14T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T22:44:41.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Be Honest</title><content type='html'>Let's be honest... my job at keeping an online journal this year fell to the way side when summer hit. I had no idea what I was in for this summer. My boss laughed at me. I guess you can't explain what summer camping is all about without experiencing it yourself. In one word, it's "busy." In fact, the camp has been so busy since that it is possible that my position will need a full time employee, which means we may move again soon. The position needs someone able to work 50+ hours a week, which at this time in our lives, I am unable to give. We are unsure as to when the move will happen and are thankful that we have been here as long as we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last two months Ethan has been fighting asthma. He might go a day without treatments and then he starts them right up again the next day. I am thankful for his breathing machine that we have at home but we have had him in the doctor's office often. I loved one of the visits when we were in the office because of his asthma. The doctor came in and says, as he always does, "So, Ethan, why are you here to see me?" Ethan then said, "My foot hurts, Dr. Baskins." The doctor's eyebrows raised, since he already knew why Ethan was there and gave me a look. You know the kind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, really? Do I need to look at it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Dr. Baskins." I picked Ethan up and placed him on the table and Dr. Baskin took Ethan's foot and rotated it around carefully.&lt;br /&gt;"How is this? Does it feel better?" I couldn't help smiling.&lt;br /&gt;As the doctor was beginning to stop, Ethan said, "No. It still hurts."&lt;br /&gt;You could tell that Ethan really liked the little massage Dr. Baskin was giving him. Dr. Baskin looked at me smiling and with that look again said, "Oh, sorry. There we go..." and he continued to rotate it around while talking to me about his real symptoms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is days like these that I have to make sure to write down and remember. Even those little things that he does to make me smile. These last few months haven't been easy. He is getting older and tester. It also hasn't made parenting any easier. Dave and I have pulled our hair out at times. Then, we have had such good days that we never want to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, the rain stopped, the sun came out, and Dave said on a whim, "Let's go to the Baskett Slough!" We threw our bags and camera in the car and drove out there. Dave and I have lovely memories of seeing the wildlife there before Ethan was born.We hadn't been since Ethan was born. Now that we live closer I think we will be going there more often. I wanted to make sure that I got some pictures of Ethan and me. Even if they weren't perfect. Since our schedules only give us one day off, it's hard to get the camera out to take family pictures. The fall leaves were amazing and the trails were full of color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/oct115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/oct115.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/oct118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/oct118.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/oct119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/oct119.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/oct142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/oct142.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/oct148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://i733.photobucket.com/albums/ww332/createoften/oct148.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we just walked up one hill and Ethan was done walking and Dave had to carry him the rest of the way. Isn't that picture of Ethan hugging Dave precious? That was one of those moments that I was talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else have we been up to? Becca and I just celebrated our birthdays last week which was such a blessing. Josh and Sarah surprised me with a dinner at a new Italian restaurant in town. It was the best food I have tasted in a long time outside of my own home. ;) I also got clothes from Dave and the best present ever, my wedding ring in the shop to get fixed since I haven't been able to wear it for almost two years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca also got me a beautiful Scarlet Lime watch bracelet kit and we built it together the next day. She also got me some of Basic Grey's new fabric. I really think it is dangerous for scrapbooking companies to start making fabric because paper crafters do not need new hobbies! But, really, Becca knew what I have been up to in the last couple of months. I have been creating fabric projects like crazy. I just see something online and decide I want to learn how to make it. I have made several fabric bracelets or wrist bands with modern fabric and vintage trims. I have also repurposed some items like one of my grandmother's soiled tablecloths. I have never used it because it was so stained. But the embroidery was amazing. So, I created a over the shoulder tote bag with a flap. Anyway, I have been having fun creating. You can see my new creations on &lt;a href="http://www.createoften.blogspot.com/"&gt;Create Often&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also teaching Ethan at home in between his doctor visits and our photo sessions for Evans Photography. (We have done five in the last month and a half!) Ethan created his own paperback book last month. Becca brought to my attention the the iPhone that we let him use as an iTouch had tons of photos on it that Ethan took himself. I was shocked when I downloaded them at how many were really good. Not to mention the fact that we didn't even know he was taking pictures at all! He wrote the book as well and even typed one page! We bought two copies. One for his library and the other for Becca's birthday. They read their books together. It was so sweet. You can read it below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab" height="425" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshowphotobook/slideshow_pb.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="xmlURL=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fpsdata%3FprojectGUID%3D0QaNXLdo4ZMmeP%26uid%3D002028407954%26size%3D0%26ts%3D1289802553000%26height%3D425%26width%3D425&amp;size=0&amp;ob=0&amp;fc=0&amp;ss=0&amp;sb=0&amp;ft=0"/&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"/&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="best"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;embed width="425" height="425" align="middle" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" name="wrapper" quality="best" menu="false" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" flashvars="xmlURL=http%3A%2F%2Fws.shutterfly.com%2Fpsdata%3FprojectGUID%3D0QaNXLdo4ZMmeP%26uid%3D002028407954%26size%3D0%26ts%3D1289802553000%26height%3D425%26width%3D425&amp;size=0&amp;ob=0&amp;fc=0&amp;ss=0&amp;sb=0&amp;ft=0" src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/flashapps/flashslideshowphotobook/slideshow_pb.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center; width: 425px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0QaNXLdo4ZMniQ&amp;amp;eid=118"&gt;Click here to view this photo book larger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting excited for December. I am going to do December Daily again this year. I promise not to keep you all hanging on the 25th like last year. For those who don't know what December Daily is, it is recording, in anyway you like, every day leading up to Christmas. There will be less gift making this year since I am actually almost done with everyone's Christmas gifts! Ahhh! I can't believe it! We are going to enjoy the month with some random acts of kindness and capturing our everyday life. I am also going to create a &lt;a href="http://www,shutterfly.com/"&gt;Shutterfly&lt;/a&gt; album this year. I already have the digital pages prepped and ready to go! All I have to do is add my photos and text. Yippee! I will share the pages with you as I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s1600/signature1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s320/signature1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-919246247246909366?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/919246247246909366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=919246247246909366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/919246247246909366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/919246247246909366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/11/lets-be-honest.html' title='Let&apos;s Be Honest'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s72-c/signature1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-4858786550260834882</id><published>2010-07-28T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T18:15:52.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow to Write</title><content type='html'>I am sorry that it has been a while posting here. I think of it often too, since my goal this year was to write more. ;) Although, in my defense, I have been doing a lot over &lt;a href="http://www.createoften.blogspot.com/"&gt;here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has kept me busy this summer with preparing for the camp's Free Methodist events in August. I am going to be teaching preschool during the family camp's weekend. I have been preparing for that. I have also been doing all of the registrations for families and youth camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am not at work, I have been enjoying the summer with Ethan. We have tried to go to Story Time at the local library, the park, spending time with Auntie, Uncle, and Sarah. Ethan also loves to visit the water parks in town to cool down. It has been terribly hot lately and our house is cooled down by a few air conditioners which make life much more pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were blessed with the opportunity to go to the beach last week and it was lovely. Even if we had to get back into town for me to work that afternoon, it was worth it. It was relaxing, cool, and Ethan would dig in the sand all day if he could. He was as happy as could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is our family's reunion. It will be exciting to see what everyone thinks of the heritage album. I am also looking forward to Dave meeting all of his family and getting closer to them. He plans on barbecuing since that is his gift. Susie, Jack's cousin, is going to be doing a presentation about the family too. I really am looking forward to hearing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry, blog, that I have been slow to write you. But, I promise to come back sooner than last time. Hugs!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s1600/signature1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s320/signature1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-4858786550260834882?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4858786550260834882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=4858786550260834882&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4858786550260834882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4858786550260834882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/07/slow-to-write.html' title='Slow to Write'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s72-c/signature1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-4730471708512683807</id><published>2010-06-24T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T09:23:12.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Weekends</title><content type='html'>The last few weekends we have been busy doing several photo shoots. It has been such a blessing to be involved in peoples lives. After Bill and Barbara Grinder were visiting for Josh's birthday we did a family shoot for a friend of mine. The shoot was at their father's house which was by a creek. When you crossed the creek, you followed a trail to a large open field. Ethan joined us. He wanted his picture in the field too! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TCOF7vq6S_I/AAAAAAAAF-k/LZaEzyZijo0/s1600/family063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TCOF7vq6S_I/AAAAAAAAF-k/LZaEzyZijo0/s400/family063.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we did our first wedding of the season. It was such a blessing to photograph our friends. It is always amazing to be a part of a Christian wedding. It just touched my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s1600/signature1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s320/signature1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-4730471708512683807?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4730471708512683807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=4730471708512683807&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4730471708512683807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4730471708512683807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/06/blessed-weekends.html' title='Blessed Weekends'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TCOF7vq6S_I/AAAAAAAAF-k/LZaEzyZijo0/s72-c/family063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-5063034370012401431</id><published>2010-06-06T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T21:46:06.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>Eric gave me Memorial Day off which I was thankful for! Dave and I decided at the last minute that we would go to the coast Sunday and stayed overnight. It would be Ethan's first hotel experience. Do you know, we took the camera and never took one picture?! Ha! We did get great video footage of Ethan on the beach playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were on the beach people were flying kites, the weather was perfect for it. It was actually the first time I have been at the Oregon coast comfortable (and not cold!). After going to the beach we went to the hotel pool. Ethan has never been swimming in a pool before and I have never seen him so happy! So tired too! But, it was one of the best times we have had as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s1600/signature1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s320/signature1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-5063034370012401431?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5063034370012401431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=5063034370012401431&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/5063034370012401431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/5063034370012401431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/06/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s72-c/signature1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-7575689152613375052</id><published>2010-06-06T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T21:39:22.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marion Lake</title><content type='html'>Dave was able to take two day trips into Marion Lake this last month. I was so thankful when it happened. He couldn't stop talking about fishing! Everything was fishing. He even re-strung his real twice. The first trip he took with Josh and it snowed hard the whole time! Dave brought back two fish and some hilarious video footage. I wish we had photos but glad the camera was home since it snowed so hard. We got to eat the fish the night after. That was one of the most gourmet meals Dave has ever cooked for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and Eric also got to go fishing for a day at Marion Lake. It was beautiful weather then and they both came home with fish (two for Dave and three for Eric). Plus, Dave got a little sunburn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s1600/signature1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s320/signature1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-7575689152613375052?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/7575689152613375052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=7575689152613375052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/7575689152613375052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/7575689152613375052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/06/marion-lake.html' title='Marion Lake'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s72-c/signature1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-1349999189472975507</id><published>2010-06-06T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T21:31:20.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Looks Like Rain</title><content type='html'>When we got our first Craft Warehouse assignment, Becca came over for dinner with her vintage umbrella. I guess the line inspired her to get photos with the thing. Well, that and the excuse that I needed a photo shoot cause I got my hair cut that day. Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we were taking photos with her point and shoot when I finally gave up and went inside for our camera. I mean, there is a reason we have that thing, right? So, within ten or fifteen minutes (while at the same time Ethan yelling for us to come in at the window) we had these photos. Becca sat with me while I edited them and the boys played video games (the little man was fast asleep). She got to see how I edit and had some say in how "vintage" these look. I just love them! I can't wait until our next photo shoot! I am already planning another vintage shoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxyrxmNvMI/AAAAAAAAF50/QecnbO7Valk/s1600/may020_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxyrxmNvMI/AAAAAAAAF50/QecnbO7Valk/s400/may020_2.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxyuJ2fKBI/AAAAAAAAF54/ssH5KRQAl6k/s1600/may021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxyuJ2fKBI/AAAAAAAAF54/ssH5KRQAl6k/s400/may021.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxy0tUQf0I/AAAAAAAAF58/pwn3HETTHDw/s1600/may022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxy0tUQf0I/AAAAAAAAF58/pwn3HETTHDw/s400/may022.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxy7iwHC6I/AAAAAAAAF6A/C2GO8CY7I-s/s1600/may023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxy7iwHC6I/AAAAAAAAF6A/C2GO8CY7I-s/s400/may023.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxzC60YCKI/AAAAAAAAF6E/8qwDG2AV4Ss/s1600/may024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxzC60YCKI/AAAAAAAAF6E/8qwDG2AV4Ss/s400/may024.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxzJJRQjrI/AAAAAAAAF6I/DgzAW1CAYNk/s1600/may026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxzJJRQjrI/AAAAAAAAF6I/DgzAW1CAYNk/s400/may026.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxzOas6_6I/AAAAAAAAF6M/7bM84qR4ObY/s1600/may027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxzOas6_6I/AAAAAAAAF6M/7bM84qR4ObY/s400/may027.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxzV2BB9kI/AAAAAAAAF6Q/5dXFp9K71Js/s1600/may028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxzV2BB9kI/AAAAAAAAF6Q/5dXFp9K71Js/s400/may028.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxzd47yttI/AAAAAAAAF6U/GieYemkDSzU/s1600/may029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxzd47yttI/AAAAAAAAF6U/GieYemkDSzU/s400/may029.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxzqcs-lgI/AAAAAAAAF6c/WE-Id4pTm8c/s1600/may040_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxzqcs-lgI/AAAAAAAAF6c/WE-Id4pTm8c/s400/may040_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, that 5 bucks for each umbrella was so worth it! Can you believe these were taken right outside my front door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s1600/signature1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s320/signature1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-1349999189472975507?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1349999189472975507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=1349999189472975507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1349999189472975507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1349999189472975507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-looks-like-rain.html' title='It Looks Like Rain'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxyrxmNvMI/AAAAAAAAF50/QecnbO7Valk/s72-c/may020_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-6090231241454319820</id><published>2010-06-06T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T21:13:15.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in May</title><content type='html'>In addition to being the Craft Warehouse Design Team Leader,&amp;nbsp; I was also accepted on the Momenta Design Team (a scrapbooking manufacture). For being on each team, you get product to create samples with to display in stores and online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine my excitement when I received both my boxes in one day? The hard part was that I was at work when UPS arrived at the office with the boxes. So, I sat working with the boxes sitting next to me the whole time. I couldn't wait to get them home. Eric made fun of me driving my car across camp to work, but I knew I wouldn't of been able to carry the boxes home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxv6tl-NaI/AAAAAAAAF5k/eFxNRzX2Dko/s1600/may051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxv6tl-NaI/AAAAAAAAF5k/eFxNRzX2Dko/s400/may051.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$500 from Craft Warehouse laid out on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxwHxWzfrI/AAAAAAAAF5s/u9m2sFTSXTo/s1600/may052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxwHxWzfrI/AAAAAAAAF5s/u9m2sFTSXTo/s400/may052.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$200 of Momenta product on the table. To see what I created with this stuff go to my crafty blog, &lt;a href="http://www.createoften.blogspot.com/"&gt;Create Often.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s1600/signature1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s320/signature1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-6090231241454319820?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6090231241454319820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=6090231241454319820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/6090231241454319820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/6090231241454319820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/06/christmas-in-may.html' title='Christmas in May'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxv6tl-NaI/AAAAAAAAF5k/eFxNRzX2Dko/s72-c/may051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-430907818081127068</id><published>2010-06-06T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T21:03:12.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Scrapbook Day</title><content type='html'>For those that don't scrap, yes, there actually is a day set aside for just scrapbooking! During the retreat was National Scrapbook Day. Becca and I hopped on over to our dear Craft Warehouse while Sarah was sweet enough to watch Ethan. Becca took her camera inside and even made me pose at check out. So embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out about the week before that Becca made the design team for Craft Warehouse this year. I was asked to be Team Leader (which is the only way you can serve two terms in a row). So, we are both on the team together! This is very rare. She and nine others were chosen out of over 70 artists. It's a big deal that twins are on the team together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxtWFgSwAI/AAAAAAAAF5U/C2SZXs7170E/s1600/may002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxtWFgSwAI/AAAAAAAAF5U/C2SZXs7170E/s400/may002.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxtbycVfnI/AAAAAAAAF5c/am5n87Oibys/s1600/may003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxtbycVfnI/AAAAAAAAF5c/am5n87Oibys/s400/may003.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s1600/signature1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s320/signature1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-430907818081127068?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/430907818081127068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=430907818081127068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/430907818081127068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/430907818081127068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/06/national-scrapbook-day.html' title='National Scrapbook Day'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxtWFgSwAI/AAAAAAAAF5U/C2SZXs7170E/s72-c/may002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-1192641428897446703</id><published>2010-06-06T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:52:11.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women's Retreat</title><content type='html'>Our conference had a Women's Retreat here at the camp. Although I was working doing registration, I was able to (quickly change) and do an ice breaker game. Becca got this photo of me beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxqmiB4adI/AAAAAAAAF5M/PToFoFaJha0/s1600/may001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxqmiB4adI/AAAAAAAAF5M/PToFoFaJha0/s400/may001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great. During the icebreaker, Sarah was partnered up with Thelma Wells, our guest speaker! Sweet! It was amazing to hear about women being changed during that event. There was even physical healing for a woman during the weekend. We always need to be reminded about how God is a God that is alive and working &lt;i&gt;today!&lt;/i&gt; Thelma really spoke to my heart about situational depression (not the same as clinical depression which is a disease). The things she helped me to remember is to not be negative (mentally or verbally) and to get involved (have purpose in your life). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s1600/signature1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s320/signature1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-1192641428897446703?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1192641428897446703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=1192641428897446703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1192641428897446703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1192641428897446703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/06/womens-retreat.html' title='Women&apos;s Retreat'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxqmiB4adI/AAAAAAAAF5M/PToFoFaJha0/s72-c/may001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-3456635752548544124</id><published>2010-06-06T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:41:13.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommie Gets Married</title><content type='html'>This is the only picture I have of Mommie's visit before she moved with her new husband George. We were able to meet George after the wedding and I have to say I really like the man. He has quite a sense of humor and a passion for the scriptures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxpINEOTfI/AAAAAAAAF5E/g9B_R85ex_s/s1600/DSC07922.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxpINEOTfI/AAAAAAAAF5E/g9B_R85ex_s/s320/DSC07922.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca took this photo of her while they were out for coffee. The newlyweds are getting settled after moving back to Santa Maria. She told me how she is loving the church and church family. This makes me really excited for her new journey with the Lord and her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s1600/signature1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s320/signature1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-3456635752548544124?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3456635752548544124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=3456635752548544124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/3456635752548544124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/3456635752548544124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/06/mommie-gets-married.html' title='Mommie Gets Married'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxpINEOTfI/AAAAAAAAF5E/g9B_R85ex_s/s72-c/DSC07922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-2577826935524900787</id><published>2010-06-06T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:33:32.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's Retirement</title><content type='html'>What a blessing it was for Dave to go to Dad's retirement party that Roth's put on for him in West Salem. Dave was able to capture every bit of emotion. Here are some of my favorite pictures of the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxhijuVccI/AAAAAAAAF4s/CFNhCYO20C0/s1600/retirement019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxhijuVccI/AAAAAAAAF4s/CFNhCYO20C0/s400/retirement019.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's boss knew a cartoon artist and had a picture of Dad sent to the guy. They told him everything Dad loved and this is what came of it. In the drawing you can see Dad's favorite RC drink, fishing poles, signs that direct to garage sales, tv dinners (I guess when he worked in Woodburn he would eat a Banquet TV dinner everyday), gun for hunting, and of course his flannel shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxhvd6EF5I/AAAAAAAAF4w/k60-5X0vxEM/s1600/retirement034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxhvd6EF5I/AAAAAAAAF4w/k60-5X0vxEM/s320/retirement034.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad dressed in a polo shirt and jeans to some-what dress nice for the event. They brought a flannel for him to wear. Everyone came wearing flannel shirts. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxh2zRAoZI/AAAAAAAAF40/swy9cqTrkQc/s1600/retirement058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxh2zRAoZI/AAAAAAAAF40/swy9cqTrkQc/s320/retirement058.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this photo Dave captured. It really just showed how much everyone loved Dad no matter the age. I heard one gal say to him, "I just don't know what we are going to do with out you, Jack." Do you know what his answer was, "Oh, you'll survive." I don't think he realized what an impact he had on the many stores he worked at, but he did. Maybe he didn't realize it until after the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxh9e26a-I/AAAAAAAAF44/VChT3GqGWsw/s1600/retirement066.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxh9e26a-I/AAAAAAAAF44/VChT3GqGWsw/s320/retirement066.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather came home from Iraq just a couple of days before Dad's retirement. This picture of Heather and Mom I just love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxiJRMG05I/AAAAAAAAF48/_egvH0sVM94/s1600/retirement100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxiJRMG05I/AAAAAAAAF48/_egvH0sVM94/s320/retirement100.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Dad was at work about a week before the party receiving product on a truck. Then he sees this box. He says, "Who ordered this?!" The driver jokingly says (and also ruining the surprise a bit), "Didn't you know Jack? It's yours!" It was a $1000 Tregar&amp;nbsp; Barbecue. Of course Jack came home giddy but didn't want to get his hopes up cause maybe the guy was really joking. But, at the party, there was the box with a banner over the front and a bow on top. He was able to open it in front of everything. What a gift for him! He made room for it on his porch the next day (bringing us his old one that can only cook a couple of burgers on compared to this baby!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxiRPN8PoI/AAAAAAAAF5A/ZcPqbdqYRIo/s1600/retirement110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxiRPN8PoI/AAAAAAAAF5A/ZcPqbdqYRIo/s320/retirement110.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Orval Roth and his son who manages all the Roth's. Dad said about a week before the party, that Orval came into his backroom, and waltzed right up to him and said, "I'm having pizza with you next week!" Dad said, "All I could say was, 'Umm yes sir," while nodding his head. I guess Dad said he couldn't remember Orval ever going to a retirement party.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s1600/signature1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s320/signature1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-2577826935524900787?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2577826935524900787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=2577826935524900787&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/2577826935524900787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/2577826935524900787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/06/dads-retirement.html' title='Dad&apos;s Retirement'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/TAxhijuVccI/AAAAAAAAF4s/CFNhCYO20C0/s72-c/retirement019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-1103232328924876743</id><published>2010-06-06T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:56:29.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened?</title><content type='html'>So, maybe some of you are wondering what happened to the Evans family? Are we sick? No, well we were all sick with the flu several weeks ago and are now well. Have we moved? No, been there. Done that. Have we been working more? No more than usual. On vacation? Dave got to go fishing twice last month and we got to go to the Oregon coast for Memorial Day. So what's my excuse for leaving my friends and family hanging for two months? One word. Frustration. Yes, this whole "blog design" got a bit of the best of me and I have actually tried posting photos several times for the system to crash. For some that means to just keep trying until it is conquered. For me it means wait. Wait until I was ready to come back and try it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of doing Week in the Life, I am just going to try and post photos and a quick narrative of what has happened this last month. Fair? Good. Cause I don't know how many more times I can try and post about Dad's retirement party without loosing it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s1600/signature1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s320/signature1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-1103232328924876743?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1103232328924876743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=1103232328924876743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1103232328924876743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1103232328924876743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-happened.html' title='What Happened?'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S85_DEhaZJI/AAAAAAAAFr8/jFac-i6j7VQ/s72-c/signature1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-350978441282431731</id><published>2010-04-25T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T08:50:30.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week in the Life: Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9Rfelmn_iI/AAAAAAAAFyE/zzuh2kLNCwg/s320/weekinlife071.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I work on Monday's. I found this great picture of Ethan on the camera  while I was gone. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9Rfoqfsf6I/AAAAAAAAFyI/cW_OzOsEwzA/s1600/weekinlife072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9Rfoqfsf6I/AAAAAAAAFyI/cW_OzOsEwzA/s320/weekinlife072.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home from work this is what I found. ;) I actually find this every Monday night. But, that's ok... that's what I am home for. To keep order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9Rfud19QDI/AAAAAAAAFyM/EavyOIjUQtE/s1600/weekinlife073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9Rfud19QDI/AAAAAAAAFyM/EavyOIjUQtE/s320/weekinlife073.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9Rf2_ArfVI/AAAAAAAAFyQ/Zw1hz1z043I/s1600/weekinlife074.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9Rf2_ArfVI/AAAAAAAAFyQ/Zw1hz1z043I/s320/weekinlife074.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9Rf_UMs4iI/AAAAAAAAFyU/USLhHi4wr1E/s1600/weekinlife075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9Rf_UMs4iI/AAAAAAAAFyU/USLhHi4wr1E/s320/weekinlife075.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9RgGmhUn9I/AAAAAAAAFyY/fsS_ejsoh1k/s1600/weekinlife076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9RgGmhUn9I/AAAAAAAAFyY/fsS_ejsoh1k/s320/weekinlife076.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9RgNs_5A4I/AAAAAAAAFyc/YAI2mif2EVA/s1600/weekinlife077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9RgNs_5A4I/AAAAAAAAFyc/YAI2mif2EVA/s320/weekinlife077.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ethan has fun playing by the back door so he can see everything going on outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9Rga2hZVuI/AAAAAAAAFyg/_0a1KfkWtrA/s1600/weekinlife078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9Rga2hZVuI/AAAAAAAAFyg/_0a1KfkWtrA/s320/weekinlife078.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9RgjHfe1OI/AAAAAAAAFyk/Dna_zw-KKeI/s1600/weekinlife079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9RgjHfe1OI/AAAAAAAAFyk/Dna_zw-KKeI/s320/weekinlife079.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was Dave doing when I got home? Making homemade potato chips. They were to die for! Then, after he did that, he started making dinner - shrimp alfredo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9Rgruur0nI/AAAAAAAAFyo/30moaeizA2A/s1600/weekinlife080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9Rgruur0nI/AAAAAAAAFyo/30moaeizA2A/s320/weekinlife080.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9Rg83CZazI/AAAAAAAAFyw/5q25COVQptk/s1600/weekinlife082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9Rg83CZazI/AAAAAAAAFyw/5q25COVQptk/s320/weekinlife082.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like some things in the house had causalities. I am so glad Dave brought his guitar home from church. Dave plays it and Ethan just adores it when he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9RhF9FUTxI/AAAAAAAAFy0/_nJkIcV--xc/s1600/weekinlife083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9RhF9FUTxI/AAAAAAAAFy0/_nJkIcV--xc/s320/weekinlife083.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I started this mess... I started at 6:30 and didn't finished until 8:30. I only took a time-out when it was time to put Ethan down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9RhNir2ydI/AAAAAAAAFy4/cSDhtqaePog/s1600/weekinlife084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9RhNir2ydI/AAAAAAAAFy4/cSDhtqaePog/s320/weekinlife084.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am still having problems adding my text in between pictures. I will try and get this fixed soon. You can tell why I can craft in the evenings. Both Ethan and Dave were in bed by 8:15pm! I spent the rest of the evening doing my online blog design class. ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-350978441282431731?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/350978441282431731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=350978441282431731&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/350978441282431731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/350978441282431731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/04/week-in-life-monday.html' title='A Week in the Life: Monday'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9Rfelmn_iI/AAAAAAAAFyE/zzuh2kLNCwg/s72-c/weekinlife071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-4646157672493947164</id><published>2010-04-22T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T21:55:55.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week in the Life: Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dear family, I am so sorry that it has taken me so long to figure this new blogger thing out! I am still taking my blog design class and I am so happy with what I am learning. Although, it is seriously tough stuff! I am trying my best and slowly getting it. (Actually, two weeks is quite fast isn't it?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One thing I am having a bit of trouble with is loading pictures in this new blogger draft. So, bare with me! I want to make sure I get caught up because this week is A Week in the Life. I have decided to follow Ali Edwards along by doing her capturing the everyday this week. Those might know that I follow along during her December Daily (capturing every day in December up to Christmas). I am capturing Sunday to Sunday, starting with this last Sunday, April 18th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9EgY7hIUJI/AAAAAAAAFuY/_1Q8meqHlpo/s1600/weekinlife002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S9EgY7hIUJI/AAAAAAAAFuY/_1Q8meqHlpo/s400/weekinlife002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;While I was getting ready in my room, I could hear Ethan singing while Dave made him some toast. I have no idea what he was singing, but this happens quite often. Sometimes I know the song and sometimes it is quite made up. Ethan then played with his cars on the kitchen table. Our neighbor gave him some of the cars that he played with as a child. Yeah, our neighbors are really nice! Normally we go to church on Sundays but this Sunday was spent getting ready to go to Grandma and Grandpa's for a birthday celebration!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(I am going to have to post all my text here since the photos aren't letting me adjust them...) We drove to Grandma and Grandpa's. We got to see the garden, Grandma mowing, and Ethan was able to ride the four wheeler for the first time! When Grandpa pulled it out of the shed, Ethan whispered, "Wooow!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;While we waited for the rest of the family to arrive it was really quiet in the backroom. I found Ethan surrounded with toys playing very happily. After everyone arrived, Grandma got the ice cream and cake out. Grandma and Grandpa have a special way of making their ice cream cones. With a spoon they push the hard ice cream into the bottom of the cone. They make sure it is packed tight. Then, they top the cone with some more. Grandpa likes to put his ice cream in the microwave for ten seconds because it make the entire cycle around the turning plate in the microwave. I guess this is what makes it "soft serve." The sugar kicked in about a minute later with Ethan laughing at everyone's jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When it was time to open presents, Mom opened her new Shutterfly album that I had made for her. She liked it. For the rest of the afternoon everyone laughed and talked. The weather was so nice outside that Ethan had a great time exploring. I guess too much fun exploring. Mom and Dad just had their roof redone the week before. I asked what was in Ethan's mouth and I had to pull out a roofing nail from his mouth! AHHH! Just add that to the list of "Things-I-Have-Told-Ethan-To-Get-Out-Of-His-Mouth!" 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So, have fun the next four weeks seeing all the changes I play around with here. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is I have already done some blog design so I am a little ahead for this week. Heehee... so this whole week my blog has to look plain and boring until next week when we start doing custom work. Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-2048974142706230109?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2048974142706230109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=2048974142706230109&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/2048974142706230109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/2048974142706230109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-bit-of-change.html' title='A Little Bit Of Change'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-2883496414226576636</id><published>2010-04-01T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T19:32:44.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan Right Now You Are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Life has gone back to normal in the Evans' household. Dave is better and back to work this week. This means that our routine is back to normal with me teaching&amp;nbsp;Ethan from home. This week we have been teaching Ethan the true meaning of Easter. It's been a blessing to watch him learn.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S7VU-KHy7GI/AAAAAAAAFjI/8pB9srKXj9M/s1600/newhome016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S7VU-KHy7GI/AAAAAAAAFjI/8pB9srKXj9M/s400/newhome016.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan, right now you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving to paint and do art projects&lt;br /&gt;very active&lt;br /&gt;learning to sit still, listen, and obey&lt;br /&gt;could play all day outside if you could - even if it was raining all day long&lt;br /&gt;gives kisses and hugs&lt;br /&gt;so strong and heavy that I can't carry you for long&lt;br /&gt;can read all on your own now&lt;br /&gt;can snuggle with me in my bed reading a book on your own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-2883496414226576636?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2883496414226576636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=2883496414226576636&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/2883496414226576636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/2883496414226576636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/04/ethan-right-now-you-are.html' title='Ethan Right Now You Are...'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S7VU-KHy7GI/AAAAAAAAFjI/8pB9srKXj9M/s72-c/newhome016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-4222408396006603924</id><published>2010-03-14T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T20:53:05.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers Would Be Kindly Appreciated</title><content type='html'>Last night Dave was working on cooking Sarah's dinner. He hasn't stopped talking about celebrating Sarah's birthday all week. He had planned on cooking this amazing &lt;a href="http://www.bing.com/search?q=bobby+flay+lasagna+throw+down+video&amp;amp;src=IE-SearchBox&amp;amp;Form=IE8SRC"&gt;lasagna by Bobby Flay&lt;/a&gt;. He promised to make it for her for months and her birthday seemed like the perfect time to do it. It takes two days to make the meal with the three sauces from scratch. When I looked at the three page print out that Dave was reading it made my head spin. Dave started cooking at 6pm and after Ethan went to bed I relaxed on the sofa watching a movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 11pm, Dave had taken out the stock pot out of the oven. The recipe called for the use of a Dutch oven but we didn't have one so he used our stock pot instead. The stock pot was filled with one of the sauces and the meat. Dave had already taken out the meat and was ready to strain the sauce into a bowl. Being as tired as he was, he forgot to use oven mits and took the handles of the stock pot to the sink. Half way his hands were burning and he rushed to the sink in a hurry. The pot must of hit the edge of the sink and poured right onto him. &lt;br /&gt;I was in the other room and heard the screaming. There is nothing like hearing your soul mate screaming in terror. Let me just say it broke me before even reaching him in the kitchen to see what happened. I was looking around for blood or anything to tell me what was the matter. Dave started to strip his clothes and then I knew that his body from the waist down was badly burned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the night is a&amp;nbsp;blur. Praise the Lord that Ethan never woke up once in the night with his door opening to the kitchen and dinning room. I called the doctor and they gave us advice to treat him at home. There was no going to the hospital with the pain that he was in. I hopped from kitchen to bedroom all night helping administer pain medication, cold rags, a cool bath, rags from the freezer, and even ice packs in between (per the doctor). Dave finally fell asleep at about 3am while I was finishing up cleanning the kitchen. The sauce had covered the entire kitchen, dining room, part of the hallway, and all the lower cupboards. I am so thankful for buying a huge bottle of Dawn at Costco that afternoon. While I was cleaning Dave's phone beeped a reminder. When I looked at it, it said, "Sarah's birthday dinner. Make lasagna."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4am I laid on the bed and pulled a blanket over myself but I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Dave screaming. I was also afraid that I would miss the 5am alarm to give Dave his medication. At 5am I called Becca and Josh to tell them what happened and asked if they would be willing to take Ethan for the day so Dave and I could get some rest. Of course they said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid down and I woke up to Josh and Becca's car door outside. Josh, Becca, and I sat in the living room whispering until Ethan began to stir. I sat next to Ethan and said, "Guess who's here?" He answered, "Who is it, Mama?" I said, "Auntie Becca and Uncle Josh." He lept out of his bed and ran to the living room. When he saw Josh he yelled, "Uncle!" It was so precious. I will remember it always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave this morning still wanted to finish the meal. "What about Sarah's birthday? She leaves for California on Wednesday." We all told him that she would understand. That is why I love my husband. He never is thinking about himself. We are going to freeze everything so that he can make it later. We all love Sarah and we are so thankful for having her in our lives. &lt;em&gt;She is so worth it.&lt;/em&gt; We missed seeing her and the family tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave has second degree burns with one inch tall blisters on his body. The pain isn't as bad as last night but if you could be in prayer about his healing we would be blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-4222408396006603924?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4222408396006603924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=4222408396006603924&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4222408396006603924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4222408396006603924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/03/prayers-would-be-kindly-appreciated.html' title='Prayers Would Be Kindly Appreciated'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-4252910679943612068</id><published>2010-03-13T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T08:29:29.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographer Ethan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our budding photographer, Ethan, took Becca's camera after his party. Look how he looks through the "view finder" on Becca's point and shoot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5u3D3z2_DI/AAAAAAAAFc4/xto__7XYzOY/s1600-h/newhome044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5u3D3z2_DI/AAAAAAAAFc4/xto__7XYzOY/s400/newhome044.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5u3IjxqnpI/AAAAAAAAFdA/S6MQbTYK2GU/s1600-h/newhome046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5u3IjxqnpI/AAAAAAAAFdA/S6MQbTYK2GU/s400/newhome046.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5u3OJzykNI/AAAAAAAAFdI/KScYsijhMgI/s1600-h/newhome048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5u3OJzykNI/AAAAAAAAFdI/KScYsijhMgI/s400/newhome048.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Get those elbows down! We never taught you that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5u3Tj1hv_I/AAAAAAAAFdQ/_xDQG2LYiiA/s1600-h/newhome049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5u3Tj1hv_I/AAAAAAAAFdQ/_xDQG2LYiiA/s400/newhome049.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuck in your elbows. That's better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-4252910679943612068?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4252910679943612068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=4252910679943612068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4252910679943612068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4252910679943612068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/03/photographer-ethan.html' title='Photographer Ethan'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5u3D3z2_DI/AAAAAAAAFc4/xto__7XYzOY/s72-c/newhome044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-6322067078755113022</id><published>2010-03-13T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T08:01:30.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Korissa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sarah took these beautiful pictures of Korissa at Ethan's party. I love them! Yeah! I have girlie pictures to play and scrap with! Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5u2Z4C59rI/AAAAAAAAFco/eBMDK1xm3IU/s1600-h/newhome036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5u2Z4C59rI/AAAAAAAAFco/eBMDK1xm3IU/s400/newhome036.jpg" vt="true" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5u2foBsllI/AAAAAAAAFcw/U1GSi5xjB2E/s1600-h/newhome037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5u2foBsllI/AAAAAAAAFcw/U1GSi5xjB2E/s400/newhome037.jpg" vt="true" width="267" /&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/2163577788097631025-6322067078755113022?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6322067078755113022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=6322067078755113022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/6322067078755113022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/6322067078755113022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/03/sweet-korissa.html' title='Sweet Korissa'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5u2Z4C59rI/AAAAAAAAFco/eBMDK1xm3IU/s72-c/newhome036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-1607627126016737825</id><published>2010-03-13T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T07:58:49.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Things Bring Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On Ethan's birthday we wanted to surprise him with our presents (he was spoiled enough at his party heehee). We got this cd from one of his Veggie Tales movies. You can go online and record the theme song and three other songs with your child's name. Since Ethan's new favorite friends are Larry and Bob I went ahead and put his name in the songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was so cute to watch him listen to Larry and Bob talk to &lt;em&gt;him. &lt;/em&gt;Those little things bring such joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5u0sovqMiI/AAAAAAAAFcg/q17W6eKpttA/s1600-h/newhome002-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5u0sovqMiI/AAAAAAAAFcg/q17W6eKpttA/s400/newhome002-2.jpg" vt="true" width="308" /&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/2163577788097631025-1607627126016737825?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1607627126016737825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=1607627126016737825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1607627126016737825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1607627126016737825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-things-bring-joy.html' title='The Little Things Bring Joy'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5u0sovqMiI/AAAAAAAAFcg/q17W6eKpttA/s72-c/newhome002-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-7106478021830945521</id><published>2010-03-12T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:52:58.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Did Three Come So Fast?</title><content type='html'>It is crazy to think that Ethan is three now! His birthday was simple, sweet, and with family. Besides Ethan having a fever during the party,&amp;nbsp;having cried&amp;nbsp;most of the time, and not wanting to even eat his own birthday cake it was a good party. ;) We took the family on a tour of the camp so they could see where we live. It was so great to have everyone walking together as - one... sigh... the only&amp;nbsp;four missing were Heather, John, Nick (and the kids),&amp;nbsp;and Mom.&amp;nbsp;If they were there it would of been&amp;nbsp;perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5sWWXXqYzI/AAAAAAAAFbQ/ncLXoGQg-Ds/s1600-h/newhome012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5sWWXXqYzI/AAAAAAAAFbQ/ncLXoGQg-Ds/s400/newhome012.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I made the banners. The day before the party, Alyssa helped make one more garland that needed to be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5sWc6bgX0I/AAAAAAAAFbY/dble5ViE3UM/s1600-h/newhome014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5sWc6bgX0I/AAAAAAAAFbY/dble5ViE3UM/s400/newhome014.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There was plenty of space for everyone to watch Ethan, not enough chairs though. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5sWiBNUYaI/AAAAAAAAFbg/gWzGph8hqd8/s1600-h/newhome020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5sWiBNUYaI/AAAAAAAAFbg/gWzGph8hqd8/s400/newhome020.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I loved the wrapping job Alyssa did on the present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5sWpW-DQtI/AAAAAAAAFbo/V-WXRwO9Avs/s1600-h/newhome022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5sWpW-DQtI/AAAAAAAAFbo/V-WXRwO9Avs/s400/newhome022.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My dear Uncle Adrian!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5sWylRlScI/AAAAAAAAFbw/1jT5cTTOExw/s1600-h/newhome023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5sWylRlScI/AAAAAAAAFbw/1jT5cTTOExw/s400/newhome023.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The family on a walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5sXDccOPgI/AAAAAAAAFcA/95xFMCIy2d0/s1600-h/newhome025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5sXDccOPgI/AAAAAAAAFcA/95xFMCIy2d0/s400/newhome025.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dad fell behind because his feet were hurting him. Dave walked him back and Sarah took over the photographer's duties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5sXJL0EYhI/AAAAAAAAFcI/E5w8guLbAJw/s1600-h/newhome032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5sXJL0EYhI/AAAAAAAAFcI/E5w8guLbAJw/s400/newhome032.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not bad Sarah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5sXRJBA2KI/AAAAAAAAFcQ/mMKX3AHo21U/s1600-h/newhome028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5sXRJBA2KI/AAAAAAAAFcQ/mMKX3AHo21U/s400/newhome028.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful shot that Sarah took in the forest with the sun shining off the river.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5sXWZXSvQI/AAAAAAAAFcY/szOrww0YuUY/s1600-h/newhome038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5sXWZXSvQI/AAAAAAAAFcY/szOrww0YuUY/s400/newhome038.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the party, Sarah and Becca hung out a while so that Josh could take Uncle Adrian home. Becca, Josh, and Sarah got Ethan this tent. Look how cute Becca and Ethan are inside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-7106478021830945521?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/7106478021830945521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=7106478021830945521&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/7106478021830945521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/7106478021830945521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-did-three-come-so-fast.html' title='How Did Three Come So Fast?'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5sWWXXqYzI/AAAAAAAAFbQ/ncLXoGQg-Ds/s72-c/newhome012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-4792311172554721881</id><published>2010-03-12T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:31:28.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-Bye You Ol' Shrub</title><content type='html'>Dad arrived a bit early to Ethan's birthday party. He knew I wanted this huge shrub removed from my front yard so he thought to bring his tow cable. That is just what he did! I sure did love seeing it come out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5sUu_iNPFI/AAAAAAAAFa4/08ZRIqT2Lio/s1600-h/newhome003-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5sUu_iNPFI/AAAAAAAAFa4/08ZRIqT2Lio/s400/newhome003-2.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5sU6orII5I/AAAAAAAAFbA/yYNYstm82tM/s1600-h/newhome005-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5sU6orII5I/AAAAAAAAFbA/yYNYstm82tM/s400/newhome005-2.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5sVBx0ndFI/AAAAAAAAFbI/2EFxXGuMOf0/s1600-h/newhome006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5sVBx0ndFI/AAAAAAAAFbI/2EFxXGuMOf0/s400/newhome006.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&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/2163577788097631025-4792311172554721881?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4792311172554721881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=4792311172554721881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4792311172554721881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4792311172554721881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-bye-you-ol-shrub.html' title='Good-Bye You Ol&apos; Shrub'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5sUu_iNPFI/AAAAAAAAFa4/08ZRIqT2Lio/s72-c/newhome003-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-1963556667004160544</id><published>2010-03-11T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T13:13:17.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grinder Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We love having the Grinders only five minutes away now! ;) We are so blessed (or spoiled depending on how you look at it, LOL!). They came over to get a tour last month and I wanted to make sure to record some of my favorite photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5lbF82sSHI/AAAAAAAAFaQ/41zDGHmtbYo/s1600-h/feb047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5lbF82sSHI/AAAAAAAAFaQ/41zDGHmtbYo/s400/feb047.jpg" vt="true" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ethan and Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5lbOEuhJmI/AAAAAAAAFaY/jPDPTgW2aaM/s1600-h/feb050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5lbOEuhJmI/AAAAAAAAFaY/jPDPTgW2aaM/s400/feb050.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I kept on stopping Becca to pose for photos. Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5lbS8ZcRoI/AAAAAAAAFag/FbgJz7dXx0A/s1600-h/feb055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5lbS8ZcRoI/AAAAAAAAFag/FbgJz7dXx0A/s400/feb055.jpg" vt="true" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A new favorite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5lbaB3lCII/AAAAAAAAFao/wzRcmEFHdOA/s1600-h/feb064_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5lbaB3lCII/AAAAAAAAFao/wzRcmEFHdOA/s400/feb064_2.jpg" vt="true" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The lighting was just perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5lbj47-Z4I/AAAAAAAAFaw/089De62K9nY/s1600-h/feb068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5lbj47-Z4I/AAAAAAAAFaw/089De62K9nY/s400/feb068.jpg" vt="true" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at the view! I love our new home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-1963556667004160544?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1963556667004160544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=1963556667004160544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1963556667004160544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1963556667004160544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/03/grinder-time.html' title='Grinder Time'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5lbF82sSHI/AAAAAAAAFaQ/41zDGHmtbYo/s72-c/feb047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-5081603668062041506</id><published>2010-03-11T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T13:09:14.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan At Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love that Ethan can just play right outside the front door. There is a beach volleyball court across the lawn of our home. Ethan grabs his diggers and plays like it is the beach! Not the cleanest place to play but so BOY! Although, I was thinking it is probably cleaner than a playground lately. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5la2pqj2xI/AAAAAAAAFaA/Ciw_FnLqiBQ/s1600-h/feb043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5la2pqj2xI/AAAAAAAAFaA/Ciw_FnLqiBQ/s400/feb043.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5la99nHXKI/AAAAAAAAFaI/LEykcCvkKVI/s1600-h/feb044_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5la99nHXKI/AAAAAAAAFaI/LEykcCvkKVI/s400/feb044_2.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time he played here, Becca and I sat on towels and watched him while getting warmed by the sun. It was wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-5081603668062041506?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5081603668062041506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=5081603668062041506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/5081603668062041506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/5081603668062041506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/03/ethan-at-play.html' title='Ethan At Play'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5la2pqj2xI/AAAAAAAAFaA/Ciw_FnLqiBQ/s72-c/feb043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-5392683715228682699</id><published>2010-03-11T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T13:02:57.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mueller Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Love these photos we took when Joanne took us on my first tour of the camp last month. Aren't they sweet. Ethan prays for his best friends every night. "Jon-ah-thon, Alyssa, Joy-anne, and Eric."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5lYRaPvoUI/AAAAAAAAFZA/Uz51HVKCqkY/s1600-h/feb025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5lYRaPvoUI/AAAAAAAAFZA/Uz51HVKCqkY/s400/feb025.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5lYaOxccHI/AAAAAAAAFZI/MB5bKr2n18I/s1600-h/feb026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5lYaOxccHI/AAAAAAAAFZI/MB5bKr2n18I/s400/feb026.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Reading the sign together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5lYhKvgDJI/AAAAAAAAFZQ/mpnaYzPvlzg/s1600-h/feb027_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5lYhKvgDJI/AAAAAAAAFZQ/mpnaYzPvlzg/s400/feb027_2.jpg" vt="true" width="342" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My new favorite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: left;"&gt;Since moving, Ethan's afternoons have been like this. He has played so hard that he falls asleep. This time, he fell asleep in the car and Dave brought him in the house and sat him in the chair. Dave and Dad sleep just like this... with their arm behind their head. Ethan's ultrasound even had his hand behind his head. Ha! Some habits can never be broken!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5lYvyT3q6I/AAAAAAAAFZo/aOgyzROfX1o/s1600-h/feb037_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5lYvyT3q6I/AAAAAAAAFZo/aOgyzROfX1o/s400/feb037_2.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&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/2163577788097631025-4406695957994412706?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4406695957994412706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=4406695957994412706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4406695957994412706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4406695957994412706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/03/lots-of-play-makes-for-sleepy-boy.html' title='Lots Of Play Makes For A Sleepy Boy'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S5lYvyT3q6I/AAAAAAAAFZo/aOgyzROfX1o/s72-c/feb037_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-9083605689234829165</id><published>2010-02-25T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:41:21.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I promised photos of our new home and here are a few. This is the view from the front door. This mobile home was built in the late 70s but it doesn't seem like it (outside of the kitchen) because most of the wood paneling is painted. Thankfully we didn't have that job to do. ;) I love the white walls in the living room and the three windows. We have never had new furniture in our life and we are OK with that. We make it our own by our art and photographs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4dZW7ljTQI/AAAAAAAAFVk/Y1LapO1-c2I/s1600-h/newhome001-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4dZW7ljTQI/AAAAAAAAFVk/Y1LapO1-c2I/s400/newhome001-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;This view is looking toward the door from the picture above. We have a lot of books and so many book shelves. Ethan and I love being able to just get a book and sit and read in the living room now. This collection is mostly children's and classics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4dYqtLKu2I/AAAAAAAAFU8/3kmEwLIQ7VI/s1600-h/newhome002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4dYqtLKu2I/AAAAAAAAFU8/3kmEwLIQ7VI/s400/newhome002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ha! My IKEA cabinet door is still off! There is a bracket that has to be ordered still since we stripped that one during our building process. But, it is great otherwise! Inside is all of my art supplies, Ethan's art supplies, and Ethan's school supplies. The laptop fits perfectly in the slide-out keyboard drawer in the computer desk. I am not use to such a small desk to work at and I was all over the place when I worked at the new space earlier in the week. But, I am sure it will do fine once I get use to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4dY2syP8dI/AAAAAAAAFVE/LkiewBaXQWE/s1600-h/newhome003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4dY2syP8dI/AAAAAAAAFVE/LkiewBaXQWE/s400/newhome003.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The view into the living room from the kitchen hallway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4dZNcB2oII/AAAAAAAAFVU/gPPUQxmKThs/s1600-h/newhome005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4dZNcB2oII/AAAAAAAAFVU/gPPUQxmKThs/s400/newhome005.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4dZDUF-JAI/AAAAAAAAFVM/71BguT-lDRE/s1600-h/newhome004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4dZDUF-JAI/AAAAAAAAFVM/71BguT-lDRE/s400/newhome004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen is really outdated but I don't seem to mind while in it. I am not including the photo of the 70s yellow/green stove to the left. ;) We added our IKEA kitchen racks to help with space and you are not going to believe it - we have extra room in this kitchen! Not sure how that happened. Ha! I guess we realized we don't need four sets of china! This kitchen doesn't have a dishwasher and for the first time since the third grade I am washing dishes by hand. All is well now though because my dear friend Sarah heard that my portable CD player broke in the move and bought me a new one. Now I listen to The Chronicles of Narnia radio broadcast by Focus on the Family and it is like listening to a movie! It is so wonderful and helps the time go by faster. It takes me a good hour to an hour and a half washing up after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to share more soon. I just finished cleaning up the last room. I still have those three boxes to unpack and then I will be done. Have to do it tomorrow since Ethan's birthday is on Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-9083605689234829165?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/9083605689234829165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=9083605689234829165&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/9083605689234829165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/9083605689234829165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-home.html' title='New Home'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4dZW7ljTQI/AAAAAAAAFVk/Y1LapO1-c2I/s72-c/newhome001-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-1978741530766202861</id><published>2010-02-24T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:48:17.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ethan!</title><content type='html'>It was a blessed day! My little man turned three! We will be having his birthday party on Sunday with a vegan birthday cake from Whole Foods! So excited that Ethan will be having real cake this year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who want to relive Ethan's journey into the world you can go &lt;a href="http://evansphotography.smugmug.com/Family/Ethan-Elijah-Evans/2556583_ZE59q#134510503_QWU6F"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Don't worry. It's not scary. Just super cute. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-1978741530766202861?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1978741530766202861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=1978741530766202861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1978741530766202861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1978741530766202861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-ethan.html' title='Happy Birthday Ethan!'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-1882829636135135204</id><published>2010-02-22T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T20:49:06.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't He Sweet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I can't wait to take more pictures of our home. Until then, here is a little teaser. Ethan loves the bookcases in the living room filled with books. He gathers a few and sits to read for quite some time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4NdoNvD5sI/AAAAAAAAFR8/qNmZugkUDQA/s1600-h/feb023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4NdoNvD5sI/AAAAAAAAFR8/qNmZugkUDQA/s400/feb023.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he sweet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-1882829636135135204?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1882829636135135204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=1882829636135135204&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1882829636135135204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1882829636135135204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/02/isnt-he-sweet.html' title='Isn&apos;t He Sweet?'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4NdoNvD5sI/AAAAAAAAFR8/qNmZugkUDQA/s72-c/feb023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-2461602227080809044</id><published>2010-02-22T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T20:44:49.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guido Rescue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;During the move we noticed another one of Ethan's cars was missing. When we asked him where he was he never came up with an answer... for about a week. Then, we heard him say that it was also in the stove! Oh no! Not another one. So, Dave got out the wire hanger again and "hooked" Ramone. I was glad to see him again. Then, we decided it would be a good idea to try and get Guido again. Dave used the flashlight to find him. Then he decided to use duct tape on the end of the hanger to "stick" to Guido. Yeah, that didn't work. Then when shining the light, Dave realized that there was another hole on the other end of the stove. So, he used the end of the hanger to flick Guido to the other side and sure enough - out he came!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4Nbp4RCY5I/AAAAAAAAFR0/AaI-8l-ONX0/s1600-h/feb021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4Nbp4RCY5I/AAAAAAAAFR0/AaI-8l-ONX0/s400/feb021.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?! Guido is very happy to be rescued!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-2461602227080809044?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2461602227080809044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=2461602227080809044&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/2461602227080809044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/2461602227080809044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/02/guido-rescue.html' title='Guido Rescue!'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4Nbp4RCY5I/AAAAAAAAFR0/AaI-8l-ONX0/s72-c/feb021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-1609020658487244699</id><published>2010-02-22T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T20:36:35.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our first day moving we loaded up&amp;nbsp;Dad's truck with mostly boxes. Ethan wanted to help Dave so much that he mostly sat at the window crying while we loaded. He was upset that "Dad" was up in the truck and he couldn't be. After every load Dave would put Ethan in the bed of the truck. Then, he was happy as could be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4NaHq_lIYI/AAAAAAAAFRk/twfs7ogm4v4/s1600-h/feb018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4NaHq_lIYI/AAAAAAAAFRk/twfs7ogm4v4/s400/feb018.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4NaNbvweMI/AAAAAAAAFRs/j69rOHGebuU/s1600-h/feb020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4NaNbvweMI/AAAAAAAAFRs/j69rOHGebuU/s400/feb020.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last picture Ethan is saying, "Cheese!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-1609020658487244699?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1609020658487244699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=1609020658487244699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1609020658487244699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1609020658487244699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/02/moving-day.html' title='Moving Day!'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4NaHq_lIYI/AAAAAAAAFRk/twfs7ogm4v4/s72-c/feb018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-716021430667847094</id><published>2010-02-21T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:53:08.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just One Of Those Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Moving is always hard on children and even more so on toddlers. Ethan had a pretty hard time during the packing process. It was strange having boxes piling high in the hallways and rooms. His behavior was difficult too. For one of the sunny days we went out for a walk on our favorite gravel street in Lyons. Ethan started out good but then half way down the road he just stopped. Sat down and stayed there. I got a few shots of his negative attitude. It was funny when he started to tell me he was in time-out and not to take a picture of him. Man, he gets in time-out once in the nursery with a substitute teacher and he won't let it go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4IMnTqdlsI/AAAAAAAAFQU/kpDUjlCeU9E/s1600-h/feb015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4IMnTqdlsI/AAAAAAAAFQU/kpDUjlCeU9E/s400/feb015.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4IMrpInTqI/AAAAAAAAFQc/udh-BuMZ470/s1600-h/feb016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4IMrpInTqI/AAAAAAAAFQc/udh-BuMZ470/s400/feb016.jpg" width="266" /&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/2163577788097631025-716021430667847094?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/716021430667847094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=716021430667847094&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/716021430667847094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/716021430667847094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-one-of-those-days.html' title='Just One Of Those Days'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4IMnTqdlsI/AAAAAAAAFQU/kpDUjlCeU9E/s72-c/feb015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-2424159166061453855</id><published>2010-02-21T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:47:38.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Piece Of Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I knew that I wanted my new living room to be clean, fresh, white, with black accents. But, I also wanted another accent color to bring life into the room. I wasn't sure that color that would be. We went to IKEA to buy some much needed items for our new home. One being curtains. Our new living room has three large windows in it and I didn't own three sets of curtains all the same style or size. IKEA had them for super inexpensive but they only came in three colors. One of the colors was a nice yellow. I hadn't thought of yellow, but it is very cheerful and great next to white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Later that week, I was packing Ethan's room when I decided to wash his slip cover to his little rocker that Mom bought him at a garage sale after he was born. The chair had terrible fabric stapled to it and I just used a slip cover from Target right over it. I decided that nasty fabric should come off and then it dawned on me that I hadn't see what the original chair even looked like. So I ripped off the fabric (it wasn't too hard) and couldn't believe my eyes! There sat a vintage &lt;em&gt;yellow&lt;/em&gt; rocker. I cleaned it up and decided if Dave liked it we were keeping it that way and adding it to our living room for that extra color we needed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dave was surprised (I think he thought it was a new garage sale find) and he loves it. Who doesn't? Everyone that comes over loves the little pop of color it brings to the room. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I took these photos of Ethan in the chair the day after discovering it's original color!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4IJbDhlY3I/AAAAAAAAFP8/lwgTWowwTEU/s1600-h/feb010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4IJbDhlY3I/AAAAAAAAFP8/lwgTWowwTEU/s400/feb010.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4IJiYwkeMI/AAAAAAAAFQE/EwVkHGrX-e0/s1600-h/feb013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4IJiYwkeMI/AAAAAAAAFQE/EwVkHGrX-e0/s400/feb013.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4IJo21EzuI/AAAAAAAAFQM/vBxwq8V72OQ/s1600-h/feb012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4IJo21EzuI/AAAAAAAAFQM/vBxwq8V72OQ/s400/feb012.jpg" width="267" /&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/2163577788097631025-2424159166061453855?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2424159166061453855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=2424159166061453855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/2424159166061453855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/2424159166061453855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-little-piece-of-sunshine.html' title='My Little Piece Of Sunshine'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4IJbDhlY3I/AAAAAAAAFP8/lwgTWowwTEU/s72-c/feb010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-932109212659889790</id><published>2010-02-21T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:33:47.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan Had The Right Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When I was offered my new job and this new home, we knew we had to try and stay a night here to see if Dave or Ethan were allergic to the place. So before we said yes we packed our suitcase for a night and camped out. We laughed joking that all we had to do is rub Dave's face in the carpet and we would know right away if he could live here. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I gave Ethan his own suit case and told him he could pack anything he wanted . I left the room and heard&amp;nbsp;several crashes! I went back in the room and this is what I found. Ethan tried to put every toy he owned (including his coat rack) into the bag. So funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4IH7UJW2hI/AAAAAAAAFP0/1RKR1yAoM9c/s1600-h/feb001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4IH7UJW2hI/AAAAAAAAFP0/1RKR1yAoM9c/s400/feb001.jpg" width="400" /&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/2163577788097631025-932109212659889790?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/932109212659889790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=932109212659889790&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/932109212659889790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/932109212659889790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/02/ethan-had-right-idea.html' title='Ethan Had The Right Idea'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S4IH7UJW2hI/AAAAAAAAFP0/1RKR1yAoM9c/s72-c/feb001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-574709788231413997</id><published>2010-02-14T21:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:16:48.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Where We Belong</title><content type='html'>Well... this has been a very productive week. Dave called from work on Tuesday and said, "Well, I traded my vacation for this week! Wanna move tomorrow?" So I started packing the kitchen (which took the whole day) and we were ready to go! Wednesday through Friday we were going back and forth with Dad's truck moving. We did everything by ourselves and I have the bruises to show for it! ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was our first night in our new home even though we hadn't moved everything yet. After stubbing my toe three times on the same box I decided to start unpacking. It was the same night that Dave and I stayed up until 2:30am trying to build the IKEA cabinet for my art supplies. Let me say that building things together isn't marriage strengthening. You know, "Pray together, stay together." "Play together, stay together." You know them all. Building is&lt;em&gt; not&lt;/em&gt; one of those things that you can do to strengthen your marriage. In fact, I learned something new that night. If we want to stay together to never build together. ;) We couldn't get those stubborn doors on. We built the whole cabinet together using a word-less instruction booklet with over 30 steps and couldn't get the doors on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I stayed up until 1:30am (man, I need to find the batteries for our clocks) and finished most of the living room. Saturday, Dave had to go back to work for the day and then he was on his weekend. While Dave was at work, I finished Ethan's room and most of our bedroom. We had Josh, Becca, and Sarah come over to help with our stubborn doors. Josh wasn't here five minutes before he had all the doors installed. Sigh! Why did we risk our marriage when we could have just had our brother-in-law over to build it? Becca helped me unpack all my art supplies. Now our living room is done and beautifully cozy. But, if I can't find something in the cabinet, I am going to have to call Becca to tell me where it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a relaxing day. I didn't unpack one box! Dave and Dad went to pick up the washer and dryer while Ethan and I played outside. Ethan drove his big Tonka trucks and stomped in mud puddles. I started clearing the garden to get ready to transplant my perennials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This house use to be my best friend, Joanne's home. In the front of her garden she had this beautiful Spanish lavender. Since she moved out, someone moved the lavender to the back of the house. So, when Dave told me that he invited Joanne and Eric to dinner I made sure I cleared the front of the garden. Then, I went out back and moved that lavender right back where it belongs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-574709788231413997?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/574709788231413997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=574709788231413997&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/574709788231413997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/574709788231413997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/02/right-where-it-belongs.html' title='Right Where We Belong'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-511915278850576814</id><published>2010-02-05T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T20:01:03.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much Is Much</title><content type='html'>It has been a productive week of packing and well... packing. While Dave is at work, I have been busy packing boxes. Then when the boys are asleep, I have been cleaning out the attic and packing some more. Now, the house is done and I have been twirling my thumbs for the last two days wondering what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my Craft Warehouse assignment today and I got so distracted that I actually finished half of the assignment during Ethan's&amp;nbsp;rest time. Of course, I packed some items that I needed to finish the job... sigh! Oh well. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we are working around the house we have been listening to The Narnia Series on CD. Sarah got us this for a gift. It is the most rewarding thing I have done in a long time. While I work, I am being touched by the stories and symbolism that C.S. Lewis wrote about. I had been working on reading &lt;em&gt;The Horse and His Boy&lt;/em&gt; for three years now. I am so glad I finished it this week. So powerful. Becca and I have been gushing over it ever since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and Ethan have been fighting off something for the last two weeks. I am sure Ethan's behavior has a bit to do with this new transition too. We have had a casualty this week due to Ethan's strange mood swings. Poor Guido (from the movie Cars) was placed in a hole in the wood stove. Mind you, this hole leads to no where we can reach. Dave tried with a wire hanger with no luck. Now if we can just keep Ethan's fingers from going inside the hole yelling, "Guido! Where are you?!" Poor Guido. You never had a chance. From the first moment Ethan pushed you along you became an out cast. It's not your fault you are small and your wheels can't &lt;em&gt;race&lt;/em&gt;. Sven gets rejected too. Probably because he is a politician... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Dave came home with Ethan wanting to play with him right away! So, they got out their soft swords. Dave and I bought these swords probably the first year we were married at the Lego Store. I am so glad that they get to play now and not me. Ethan swings at Dave while looking at me yelling, "Watch Mom!" Then I laugh and he says it again. Dave swings, turns, flips, and continues playing at the same time making sure he doesn't actually hit Ethan with the sword. Dave is very talented when it comes to doing Ninja moves while doing several things at once. Tonight, Ethan yelled, "Look at this big one Mom!" Then, he swung and smacked Dave right on the cheek and Dave fell on his back. It was so funny that I couldn't stop laughing. Then I cried. It hurt. Sigh, it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is supposed to be nicer than next so we are taking advantage! Becca and I are going to paint the new house tomorrow, while dear Sarah watches Ethan. I love those girls. I am not sure what I would do without them. They not only are wonderful friends but the best workers I know. Then, Dave and I will be moving as much as we can this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we will see how much is much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-511915278850576814?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/511915278850576814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=511915278850576814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/511915278850576814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/511915278850576814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-much-is-much.html' title='How Much Is Much'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-4053691381466704505</id><published>2010-01-29T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T16:18:21.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Publish His Glorious Deeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Sing a new song to the Lord! Let the whole earth sing to the Lord! Sing to the Lord; bless his name. Each day proclaim the good news that he saves. Publish his glorious deeds among the nations. Tell everyone about the amazing things he does. Great is the Lord! He is most worthy of praise!" Psalm 96:1-4a NLT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my goals for 2010 is to journal more about my life and thoughts. This genealogy album had me thinking about recording more for my family. So, for those that are interested, stick with me on this post. I have had quite a bit on my heart to share for the last two weeks and I wanted to make sure I got it down tonight. I have noticed that if I don't, I won't and these thoughts will be lost forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may know that we have had a rough three years. At least when we look back at the last three years it sounds like we had it rough. I stopped teaching to become a mama, had a hard post-pregnancy and I got so sick that Dave missed some work to help care&amp;nbsp;of Ethan. I am sure there was also post-partum depression added to the mix. Dave's lung then collapsed three times&amp;nbsp;and he had to have lung surgery. Dave was out of work for three months. I went back to work for six months teaching part time but we never really got out of that hole that we had dug ourselves into. We were treading water for so long until we made the decision to sell our home. We both agreed that it was time to down size, move closer to town to help with Dave's drive, and be closer to family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S2JqY3dqigI/AAAAAAAAFHs/4-dzLIRmcT8/s1600-h/0006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S2JqY3dqigI/AAAAAAAAFHs/4-dzLIRmcT8/s400/0006.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been praying about where God would have us move. We knew if we were to down size that we wanted life changing things to happen. You know... save, be debt free, and live wiser lives. Dave and I are still young to change our living habits for better. This week our prayers were answered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S2JqeMXJNbI/AAAAAAAAFH0/b4in4qYtPj8/s1600-h/0031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S2JqeMXJNbI/AAAAAAAAFH0/b4in4qYtPj8/s400/0031.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends that direct &lt;a href="http://www.aldersgateretreat.com/"&gt;Aldersgate Conference Center&lt;/a&gt; had a part time position open at their camp. I applied at the camp and got the job! We will be moving there by the end of February to the camp! We are so excited about this new adventure. I have been praising God for giving us this opportunity to start again, strengthen our hearts in the Lord, and to bless Aldersgate and those that stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S2Jq5H2yoSI/AAAAAAAAFIE/aZlIY9LDP9U/s1600-h/0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S2Jq5H2yoSI/AAAAAAAAFIE/aZlIY9LDP9U/s400/0010.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever worry about what kind of legacy you are leaving behind? Is that a strange thing to be thinking about at 32? Maybe... maybe not. I think&amp;nbsp;about it all the time. I guess when you have had experiences like mine, you tend to... on my application there were a few questions I wanted to make sure I have preserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When did you accept Christ as your personal Savior? What led to this decision?&lt;/strong&gt; I accepted Christ as my personal Savior when I was three years old in my Sunday School classroom. I grew up in a Christian home where I was raised to love God. It wasn’t until twenty years later when I was disciplined in His Word, learned to love, fear, and obey God that I then realized that I needed to give my life entirely up to Him. I asked Him to use me in all that He could for His work and not my own. I was baptized and my life changed from that moment on… serving Him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe what your Christian experience has been since that time:&lt;/strong&gt; Although I grew up in a Christian home we never read the Bible together as a family or learned basic Christian discipline (read the Bible, serve in church, tithe, etc). When I surrendered my life to Christ, I knew that He wanted me to begin serving in my local church in the children’s ministries. I began serving as a Sunday School teacher and from that position the Lord opened a door for me to work at Sonshine School, in Salem Oregon. My boss, Mrs. Dorothy Read, disciplined me in spiritual things. I was taught how to respect, love, read God’s Word, and obey others. Since then, I have been involved with many different church ministries, learning from God to let Him use me as He needs. I have been involved in teaching in children’s ministries, directing children’s ministries, leading vacation bible school, leading Christmas programs, serving on the worship team, assimilation, and helping support my husband’s assistant pastoral duties. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;During my time of teaching at Sonshine School, my teaching assistant and best friend, Maria, (Dorothy Read’s daughter) passed away from cancer unexpectantly in one day. She had collapsed at home one evening and passed away the next. I sat with her at her bedside that day as she reminded her father where she was going soon. During the mourning process, I looked everywhere in my school videos of Maria and I couldn’t find her. I looked at church event videos and couldn’t find her. In fact, her parents didn’t have many adult photos of her. Where was she? She was the one in the kitchen getting snack ready for 100 kids. She was the one that everyone depended on to babysit during women’s events. She was always serving… Maria taught me to be selfless. She went to be with the Lord before her twenty-first birthday; I think of her often and know that I am still striving to have the servant’s heart as she. Her life and death showed me how to live life with love for God and not ourselves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the end of my ten years of serving in the local church, God has placed on my heart the need to focus on my son’s spiritual growth. This year, I have stepped down from many of these duties that I have grown comfortable in, for God to use me in mighty ways this year at home. I have been homeschooling my two year old son. In doing so, I have been able to see my son grow in knowing who Jesus is and learning those early disciplines that I never received as a child. It has been more rewarding learning how to be the &lt;strong&gt;mother&lt;/strong&gt; that God wants me to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S2JqgNiFCWI/AAAAAAAAFH8/gz-iUVL4W4w/s1600-h/0059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S2JqgNiFCWI/AAAAAAAAFH8/gz-iUVL4W4w/s400/0059.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when I look back at these last three years I don't see the entire negative. I see how Dave is now able to breathe. I rejoice at being healthy. I can stay at home with Ethan and watch him grow and learn by teaching him myself. I can see how God has redeemed us through it all! God does amazing things. He has given us a new beginning and a chance to make a difference through service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S2Jq9XfEG6I/AAAAAAAAFIM/njc_HGORkOY/s1600-h/090920Family035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S2Jq9XfEG6I/AAAAAAAAFIM/njc_HGORkOY/s400/090920Family035.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say, I have been packing. It is exciting. If this is what January is like, I can't wait to see what God has planned for the rest of 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-4053691381466704505?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4053691381466704505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=4053691381466704505&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4053691381466704505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4053691381466704505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/01/publish-his-glorious-deeds.html' title='Publish His Glorious Deeds'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S2JqY3dqigI/AAAAAAAAFHs/4-dzLIRmcT8/s72-c/0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-4620816621556660343</id><published>2010-01-23T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T21:00:20.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Bit of Sunshine</title><content type='html'>This week has been filled with quite a bit of excitement. Besides Ethan being sick we have been keeping home working on several projects. I will share more of that later. Today, we have been playing all day. After waking up with the sun&amp;nbsp;shining, Ethan and I got dressed and took a walk. The light was so beautiful that I had to share some of the photos. All these were done for fun and I wanted to capture the beautiful light that was shining everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1vRxNSrS-I/AAAAAAAAFE8/d6t-GEvGnKc/s1600-h/week3008_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1vRxNSrS-I/AAAAAAAAFE8/d6t-GEvGnKc/s400/week3008_2.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1vR1mNZzFI/AAAAAAAAFFE/UXslGR8KrWM/s1600-h/week3011_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1vR1mNZzFI/AAAAAAAAFFE/UXslGR8KrWM/s400/week3011_3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1vSBtI9GDI/AAAAAAAAFFM/RObtj8xTa3c/s1600-h/week3013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1vSBtI9GDI/AAAAAAAAFFM/RObtj8xTa3c/s400/week3013.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1vSJ7ob27I/AAAAAAAAFFU/MxHnQAWbmu4/s1600-h/week3014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1vSJ7ob27I/AAAAAAAAFFU/MxHnQAWbmu4/s400/week3014.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1vSPubaryI/AAAAAAAAFFc/6SDXvDV3Gj4/s1600-h/week3015_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1vSPubaryI/AAAAAAAAFFc/6SDXvDV3Gj4/s400/week3015_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1vSV1szOQI/AAAAAAAAFFk/EJX1cyydsAo/s1600-h/week3018_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1vSV1szOQI/AAAAAAAAFFk/EJX1cyydsAo/s400/week3018_2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1vShuSZX3I/AAAAAAAAFFs/bZsC_m3qdOU/s1600-h/week3020_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1vShuSZX3I/AAAAAAAAFFs/bZsC_m3qdOU/s400/week3020_2.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1vSnvXyFdI/AAAAAAAAFF0/VwuJJukA8H4/s1600-h/week3024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1vSnvXyFdI/AAAAAAAAFF0/VwuJJukA8H4/s400/week3024.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1vSubeaAsI/AAAAAAAAFF8/OTI3vE-vAgY/s1600-h/week3032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1vSubeaAsI/AAAAAAAAFF8/OTI3vE-vAgY/s400/week3032.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so excited about the weather and new life growing along the side of the road that I went home and worked in the garden all morning. It was lovely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-4620816621556660343?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4620816621556660343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=4620816621556660343&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4620816621556660343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4620816621556660343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-bit-of-sunshine.html' title='A Little Bit of Sunshine'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1vRxNSrS-I/AAAAAAAAFE8/d6t-GEvGnKc/s72-c/week3008_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-3958821723903394615</id><published>2010-01-18T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:39:41.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 365: Week 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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It started with Ethan saying all Saturday morning and afternoon, "I want to go to the parking garage, Mama." I had no clue what he was talking about until about 2pm. It hit me! So, I asked him, "Ethan, do you want to go to the mall?" He yelled, “YES! I want to go to the mall to the parking garage!" So, I knew Dave just got off of work and so I called Ethan and for some reason when Ethan told Dave that he wanted to go to the parking garage he knew exactly what he was talking about. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny. Dave drove all the way from Woodburn, picked us up, and we drove all the way back into Salem so Ethan could go to the mall and ride the exca-vator (aka. escalator). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we spent the morning in church enjoying worship. Leia was subbing for Ben who was out of town. Leia brought some friends, who are amazingly talented, to lead worship. Which meant that Dave and I got to worship for the first time, since before Ethan was born, with the congregation. It was such a blessing and touched me more than knew it would. Plus she sang all my favorite songs that I miss her singing and so it was lovely... the Holy Spirit was there and we were totally blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went into town with Ethan to Costco. Ethan just sat in the back of the cart with his bag of books and read them all before wanting to get out and walk around. Costco has a sofa for sale called "Ethan." I think Ethan thought that meant he could take it home. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got pictures of the boys today. I am learning more about our camera and trying to do things "on my own." I am looking forward to a free photography class online at Paislee Press every Friday. I hope I learn a lot about making my photographs more heartfelt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-3913900754380845542?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3913900754380845542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=3913900754380845542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/3913900754380845542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/3913900754380845542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/01/blessed-weekend.html' title='Blessed Weekend'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-7760708526742874114</id><published>2010-01-15T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:00:01.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ethan was so happy that we found his sunglasses. He has to wear them every time we go outside, when he remembers. I love this hat. It is from my classroom boxes for winter. We changed out all his toys and now he has winter items on his dress-up rack. It crackes me up. Sometimes he is even wearing ear muffs. I can't wait to show you that picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Earlier in the week we went out for a walk when the rain stopped for half an hour or so. ;) We walked down to the lawn down the street before you get to the mill parking lot. They have a Christmas tree drop off site and I wanted to show Ethan the HUGE pile of trees. Did he care? No. It was like he hadn't seen it. Maybe he couldn't with those glasses on. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1FGF8F-ftI/AAAAAAAAFBo/h8QE1DZfwAU/s1600-h/january030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1FGF8F-ftI/AAAAAAAAFBo/h8QE1DZfwAU/s400/january030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1FGPZQftuI/AAAAAAAAFBw/WAF39s-X694/s1600-h/january033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1FGPZQftuI/AAAAAAAAFBw/WAF39s-X694/s400/january033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1FGYU0prbI/AAAAAAAAFB4/HQTbbSts1Tc/s1600-h/january036_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1FGYU0prbI/AAAAAAAAFB4/HQTbbSts1Tc/s400/january036_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1FGfM7h2OI/AAAAAAAAFCA/3_nWkX_pnLo/s1600-h/january042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1FGfM7h2OI/AAAAAAAAFCA/3_nWkX_pnLo/s400/january042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My garden still has beautiful textures. I wish it was spring already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-7760708526742874114?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/7760708526742874114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=7760708526742874114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/7760708526742874114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/7760708526742874114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/01/mr-style.html' title='Mr. Style'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S1FGF8F-ftI/AAAAAAAAFBo/h8QE1DZfwAU/s72-c/january030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-4752667280939762872</id><published>2010-01-13T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:21:15.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's Tea Cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A few years ago, Mom was clearing out her cupboards and had this little blue cup, along with two others, in a pile of items she was going to get rid of. I flipped out at how awesome they were and she told me they were Grandma's. Grandma use to use the trio of unmatched tea cups to dye Easter eggs. I couldn't believe that Grandma used them like that. But, I guess if&amp;nbsp;I had something for so long and it was unmatched, I might use it for the same thing. But, today, these are little treasures! In fact, I will share a little more later with you about one of the tea cups. Mom gave them to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Back to our story... Ethan saw this little tea cup in my cupboard and asked if he could use it. Why not? Another antique being used by my son for his milk. ;) So, he feels so special using Grandma's tea cup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S03uE-GSTJI/AAAAAAAAE8o/hd_fGWKivtk/s1600-h/day+12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S03uE-GSTJI/AAAAAAAAE8o/hd_fGWKivtk/s400/day+12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The tea thing isn't going like I planned. Actually, it is very hard. Not the drinking part. But, it goes straight through me and if I drink it after lunch I am up all night! I need to re-think this. It is nice to have a hot cup in my hands during a meal, though. I never thought I would be the blanket-and-a-hot-cup-of-tea-with-a-book kind of gal. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S03uN_H2VRI/AAAAAAAAE8w/VXiWJcOSm4w/s1600-h/day+12_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S03uN_H2VRI/AAAAAAAAE8w/VXiWJcOSm4w/s400/day+12_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S03uTZaOPZI/AAAAAAAAE84/NuTG6hxn15I/s1600-h/day+12_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S03uTZaOPZI/AAAAAAAAE84/NuTG6hxn15I/s400/day+12_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S03ubCj4PaI/AAAAAAAAE9A/oQMhDct_fvM/s1600-h/day+12_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S03ubCj4PaI/AAAAAAAAE9A/oQMhDct_fvM/s400/day+12_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S03vvd0B3WI/AAAAAAAAE9Y/n4WEdLnwPL8/s1600-h/day+12_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S03vvd0B3WI/AAAAAAAAE9Y/n4WEdLnwPL8/s400/day+12_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took this picture of Ethan in the tub today. Super cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-4752667280939762872?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4752667280939762872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=4752667280939762872&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4752667280939762872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4752667280939762872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/01/grandmas-tea-cup.html' title='Grandma&apos;s Tea Cup'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S03uE-GSTJI/AAAAAAAAE8o/hd_fGWKivtk/s72-c/day+12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-2203729920380618487</id><published>2010-01-08T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:48:35.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Day Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Let me just express how absolutely wonderful our vacation was this year. Dave has never had Christmas Eve through New Years off and it was heavenly. We stayed home and only ventured out into town when we needed to or just for fun. It was relaxing and just what we needed. Dave played with Ethan everyday with their running, wrestling, and tickling games. I fell in love with Dave all over again this week... {sigh!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As our vacation was getting closer to an end, (Monday was our last day) we started to realize that life was going to have to go back to normal. It put a little damper on our moods for sure! Becca called on Sunday to see if we wanted to go to town to hangout. Since we hadn't seen them all week we were excited to be asked! I mean I didn't expect to see Becca until the end of the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dave and Josh hung out and Sarah, Becca, Ethan, and I went to Macy's. Becca needed to look for some new boots. Afterwards we stopped at the Riverfront Park, in Salem for Ethan to run some energy off! Macy's and a two year old don't go together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am thankful Becca brought her camera. She is becoming quite the photographer. She has a good eye for what she wants in a photo. Then, I get to steal her memory cards and take it home to crop and enhance what she was wanting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0ghX3hmA_I/AAAAAAAAE5E/Anzn4TKwiHU/s1600-h/christmas09361.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0ghX3hmA_I/AAAAAAAAE5E/Anzn4TKwiHU/s400/christmas09361.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0ghj0VJKRI/AAAAAAAAE5M/Z2ewx9i2LXw/s1600-h/christmas09362.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0ghj0VJKRI/AAAAAAAAE5M/Z2ewx9i2LXw/s400/christmas09362.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0gh7VXPYgI/AAAAAAAAE5c/79vi7KjIhVI/s1600-h/christmas09365.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0gh7VXPYgI/AAAAAAAAE5c/79vi7KjIhVI/s400/christmas09365.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0gmQRKVfUI/AAAAAAAAE5k/_cL0sixcptQ/s1600-h/christmas09363.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0gmQRKVfUI/AAAAAAAAE5k/_cL0sixcptQ/s400/christmas09363.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now, if we could just get her an SLR camera and we can hire her when we do weddings. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/2163577788097631025-2203729920380618487?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2203729920380618487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=2203729920380618487&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/2203729920380618487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/2203729920380618487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/01/unexpected-day-out.html' title='Unexpected Day Out'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0ghX3hmA_I/AAAAAAAAE5E/Anzn4TKwiHU/s72-c/christmas09361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-1833069982657853706</id><published>2010-01-06T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:15:12.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Bit of Sugar</title><content type='html'>Today Susan Bain called me to tell me that she got the genealogy album in the mail. I walked from the kitchen to the living room (literally yards away) and talked to her for only about five minutes when I heard a crash. I turn around and Ethan is on top of the table. There is my new sugar bowl (yes - from my new set of dishes) broken on the floor. Ethan is covered in sugar from head to toe! The table is also covered in sweet goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why was the sugar bowl even out on the table?" Glad you asked. Starting at the beginning of the week, I took sweets out of my diet. That includes candy bars, chocolate, Auntie K's fudge, ice cream, did I mention Auntie K's fudge?... and POP! Yes, the habit that I started when Ethan was born and kept me up all hours of the day. We don't ever buy it when we go grocery shopping, only when I am out and about. Dave even would bring me home one for a sweet gesture. So, what am I drinking instead? Tea! Black tea at that! A small teaspoon of sugar in my cup is all the sugar I get for the day. Let me tell you, it is hard. Maybe the hardest thing I have done next to childbirth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about my cravings and back to the story... I was still talking to Susan when I took Ethan's clothes off and had him wash his hands. What was I thinking? The bathroom was filled with soap and water in less than two minutes! Then he ran around me in circles in his underwear flying a clean pair of overalls behind him. Man, he sure does know how to try and get my attention while on the phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-1833069982657853706?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1833069982657853706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=1833069982657853706&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1833069982657853706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1833069982657853706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-little-bit-of-sugar.html' title='My Little Bit of Sugar'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-5111600964288365846</id><published>2010-01-03T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:51:33.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becca's Home! (Picture Heavy Post)</title><content type='html'>It was a very good day!&amp;nbsp;We all got to hang out with&amp;nbsp;Becca, Josh, and Sarah&amp;nbsp;(don't forget Cocoa dog) today.&amp;nbsp;Becca said&amp;nbsp;that she was frustrated with how her photos turned out this week and I&amp;nbsp;told her I would edit them&amp;nbsp;in Lightroom. Three and&amp;nbsp;a half hours later (she took a lot of photos!) they are done. Here are a few of my favorites... ok, more than a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0GYYHO_J-I/AAAAAAAAExI/Za0Wftb94Zs/s1600-h/christmas09001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0GYYHO_J-I/AAAAAAAAExI/Za0Wftb94Zs/s400/christmas09001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0GYcv8VEMI/AAAAAAAAExQ/cskB_fHZiiY/s1600-h/christmas09063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0GYcv8VEMI/AAAAAAAAExQ/cskB_fHZiiY/s400/christmas09063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glad to see Sarah "loves" her ring that Ethan made her. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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When is summer? After looking at these photos for the last few hours I wonder why Becca moved here (was that my outside voice?). I am so thankful that Becca has Josh's family. They are amazing to say the least. But, next time I am in Santa Maria visiting, I want Bill to take me out in the Jeep! That way we can hang some of these views in our home to help us get through wet weeks like this one. &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/2163577788097631025-5111600964288365846?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5111600964288365846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=5111600964288365846&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/5111600964288365846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/5111600964288365846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/01/beccas-home-picture-heavy-post.html' title='Becca&apos;s Home! (Picture Heavy Post)'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0GYYHO_J-I/AAAAAAAAExI/Za0Wftb94Zs/s72-c/christmas09001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-7821567732039357777</id><published>2010-01-02T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:31:09.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Daily: Day 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was a beautiful morning, just the three of us. Growing up we always woke up to our stockings at the foot of our bed which is a tradition we continue in our home. We were always allowed to open them in bed and knowing that Ethan would be climbing in our bed by two in the morning,&amp;nbsp;we made sure all three stockings were at the foot of the bed before the little guy woke up. We got to sleep in a little, which is always nice! It was priceless to see Ethan try and figure out what was in the stocking. It didn't take long and he played in bed with us for a little while. I was surprised to find "It's a Wonderful Life" in my stocking since Dave gave me such a hard time yesterday for not owning it. He is such a stinker! It was a surprise and it meant a lot that he would go out of his way to get it for me. The best part is that it is in Blue Ray! Can't wait. Dave wants to see what the color is like, but for me, I want the classic black and white... I also got a TON of chocolate and three scrapbook magazines. All of which I don't have already. Dave said, "See? I pay attention!" He does. He is wonderful. Dave opened his stocking and was excited to find all the cooking gagets that Ethan picked out for him and "Wolverine" on Blue Ray from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We were excited for Ethan to open presents so we went to the tree first. We only got him a few since we knew that he would be getting some at Grandma and Grandpa's. If you aren't careful the whole "present" thing can ruin a month of teaching about the gift of Christmas. So, we tried to keep it small here at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0A687yMWBI/AAAAAAAAEvA/yQVSwKWsT6c/s1600-h/finished006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0A687yMWBI/AAAAAAAAEvA/yQVSwKWsT6c/s400/finished006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0A7Juz80hI/AAAAAAAAEvI/WtioJl04a48/s1600-h/finished011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0A7Juz80hI/AAAAAAAAEvI/WtioJl04a48/s400/finished011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ethan totally looked cute in his "Super Why" costume. He wanted to fly. So Dave helped him around the room a bit. Dave opened his gift from Ethan - a remote control car. Dave has always wanted one of these and it was great that Ethan picked it out. Ethan also got a remote control car (younger version) so they can play together. Ethan picked out the car and it is a neon green. I personally would of picked a different color but it was Ethan's gift, not mine. After breakfast and showers we were off to Mom and Dad's for Christmas. We always like to be the first there. Dave helped make Mom's fruit salad. Well, Mom stood there and told Dave what to throw into the bowl and he did it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It seemed as if we were all there besides one - Heather. She called from Iraq and we all looked at her pictures of the Christmas party online. The connection was bad and so we all didn't get a chance to talk to her. I wish she was home for Christmas&amp;nbsp;but we are all praying for her saftey and quick return home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I got to talk with Deb and Matt while at Mom and Dad's on the cell phone. It was great because they ended up getting my gift in the mail that day! I got to hear them open it on the phone. It was nice to hear Matt eating the homemade beef jerkey over the phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After dinner, we all opened gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0A7gBOiC8I/AAAAAAAAEvQ/D4WawtBngtg/s1600-h/finished016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0A7gBOiC8I/AAAAAAAAEvQ/D4WawtBngtg/s400/finished016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0A7rlpsDFI/AAAAAAAAEvY/YadbL342DwA/s1600-h/finished020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0A7rlpsDFI/AAAAAAAAEvY/YadbL342DwA/s400/finished020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ethan got some great Toy Story toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0A8EbPXIfI/AAAAAAAAEvg/swvo1hge0HU/s1600-h/finished022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0A8EbPXIfI/AAAAAAAAEvg/swvo1hge0HU/s400/finished022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think Dave has taken a picture of Tammy and her camera every year. I should find them all and make a layout of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0A8RNHyvAI/AAAAAAAAEvo/1xctInV6rxI/s1600-h/finished023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0A8RNHyvAI/AAAAAAAAEvo/1xctInV6rxI/s400/finished023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really like this picture! Heehee. So Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0BDhv-tjtI/AAAAAAAAEvw/dCkfMnZRbcs/s1600-h/finished032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0BDhv-tjtI/AAAAAAAAEvw/dCkfMnZRbcs/s400/finished032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan playing with his new monster truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0BDuoWNH5I/AAAAAAAAEv4/00D-wZRZ9-w/s1600-h/finished036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0BDuoWNH5I/AAAAAAAAEv4/00D-wZRZ9-w/s400/finished036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mom and Dad got me a digital frame! Whoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0BD3qQz23I/AAAAAAAAEwA/Df5M2NaoqPY/s1600-h/finished037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0BD3qQz23I/AAAAAAAAEwA/Df5M2NaoqPY/s400/finished037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tammy opening her ring that Ethan made! Everyone loved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0BEC6FP13I/AAAAAAAAEwI/qaXKRo3v2es/s1600-h/finished044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0BEC6FP13I/AAAAAAAAEwI/qaXKRo3v2es/s400/finished044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0BEPGpF1XI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/SjiYkTVr84Y/s1600-h/finished050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0BEPGpF1XI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/SjiYkTVr84Y/s400/finished050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dad and Mom loved their gifts that Ethan made them. They were surprised too, which means they don't read this blog. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0BEZgHq9TI/AAAAAAAAEwY/M2css9hlTlE/s1600-h/finished053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0BEZgHq9TI/AAAAAAAAEwY/M2css9hlTlE/s400/finished053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0BEjPWhcWI/AAAAAAAAEwg/ijhE3NJoVbw/s1600-h/finished054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0BEjPWhcWI/AAAAAAAAEwg/ijhE3NJoVbw/s400/finished054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess and Nick really loved the canvas and were also surprised. I am glad that I can make things months in advanced, post about them, and still give them away as gifts. LOL! This canvas meant a lot since it was a Triple the Sketch piece. Jess already has it hanging up in her living room. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0BEsqenTBI/AAAAAAAAEwo/BiFhx0BDS-0/s1600-h/finished056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0BEsqenTBI/AAAAAAAAEwo/BiFhx0BDS-0/s400/finished056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dave was excited to get his new eco-friendly cutting board from Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0BEyftJKJI/AAAAAAAAEww/HAQlFDP3qZo/s1600-h/finished059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0BEyftJKJI/AAAAAAAAEww/HAQlFDP3qZo/s400/finished059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0BE4ti51RI/AAAAAAAAEw4/qqs6cH1K9qs/s1600-h/finished060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0BE4ti51RI/AAAAAAAAEw4/qqs6cH1K9qs/s400/finished060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After everyone went home, Dave drove Ethan, Mom, and me around the Keizer Lights. There is a neighborhood in Keizer that always has a huge display of lights every year. They even collect canned goods for the local shelter for an entry fee. Ethan was really tired by this time, but it was still fun. I felt like a kid again gazing at the lights. It was a good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We came home exhasted from the day but happy. Ethan fell right to sleep when we got home. Dave and I got to relax before going to bed. The Lord has been so good to us. Not only did He give us His Son but he gives us so much more than we deserve... we are extremely thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/2163577788097631025-7821567732039357777?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/7821567732039357777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=7821567732039357777&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/7821567732039357777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/7821567732039357777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/01/december-daily-day-25.html' title='December Daily: Day 25'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/S0A687yMWBI/AAAAAAAAEvA/yQVSwKWsT6c/s72-c/finished006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-6417037068749845031</id><published>2010-01-01T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:09:45.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Post...</title><content type='html'>Ok, for those who actually read my blog and happen to discuss it with my sister, yes - I did lead everyone into the full 25 days of Christmas and didn't even post the last day! LOL! I have been slacking during vacation and haven't sat down and edited the photos yet. But, for those who care, it will be up sometime tomorrow so that I can say "I did it!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-6417037068749845031?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6417037068749845031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=6417037068749845031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/6417037068749845031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/6417037068749845031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-post.html' title='Christmas Post...'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-7469183315751024047</id><published>2009-12-26T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T09:10:08.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Daily: December 24</title><content type='html'>We were going to go to Mom and Dad's tonight to drive around and look at Christmas lights. But Mom and Dad had way too many cookies to frost. So, they said we could do it on Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little disappointed since I was looking forward to it all week. I wanted to do something special for the day but didn't know what. So, I started looking up family genealogy stuff online. Dave claimed he was "bored" and went into the bathroom. I heard a racket in there and you should of seen what I saw. He was cleaning the medicine cabinet! I was so upset that he was cleaning the medicine cabinet on Christmas Eve! I have to admit that it looks really good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave said that I needed to clean out my jewelry since it was taking over my side of the cabinet. Although I wasn't sure why, since it is my side. But, I found my necklace from my grandmother. I haven't worn it in almost ten years since Nanna passed away. Grandpa gave it to me when I was visiting for her funeral. The clasp was broken when I got it and I never took it in to get replaced. I hopped upstairs and fixed it with another clasp and placed it on my neck with a couple of my other new pieces that I have soldered recently. I felt very "vintage" and like some of the mixed media jewelry artists that I follow online. ;) It was like an early Christmas present. I will have to have Dave take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Dave was talking to John on the phone and he asked him what they were doing for Christmas Eve. They were going to watch "It's a Wonderful Life" and that gave me an idea! I don't own that movie (or many Christmas classics) but I have "Holiday Inn" which is my favorite! So I put that in the DVD player and enjoyed watching Bing and Fred fight over the same two girls. ;) Ethan liked the movie and was spinning around the house during every number. I was content that I got to do something "Christmas-y."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave gave me a hard time about loving classic movies and not even owning "It's a Wonderful Life" or "White Christmas." Yeah, I have to agree with him that I need these movies for sure. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At bedtime, Dave read the Christmas story from the Bible and we let Ethan open the present that Sandy, our neighbor, left for him earlier in the week. She gave him a puzzle and a Mater truck from the movie Cars. She has been over to our house and has seen him play with his collection of cars from that movie. She really paid attention to what he liked... so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and I stayed up watching a movie and going to bed ready for Christmas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-7469183315751024047?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/7469183315751024047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=7469183315751024047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/7469183315751024047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/7469183315751024047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-daily-december-24.html' title='December Daily: December 24'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-2520380718564025497</id><published>2009-12-26T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T08:42:33.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Daily: Day 23</title><content type='html'>We couldn't wait for Dave to get off from work at 2pm since then it would start his vacation! I think this will be the first time that he has ever had Christmas Eve and New Years off! What a wonderful time of year to spend with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the time pass away faster, Ethan and I filled the stocking that was returned to him. I recently saw on a scrapbooking blog about leaving random acts of kindness gifts around town with a little tag hanging from the gift saying "If you find this, Merry Christmas! No strings attached."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had Ethan fill the stocking with oranges, a few more golden coins, and goodies from our One Bright Spot shop. We then went to the post office, since that's as far as I can go with out my car heating up again. It was really cold today but that didn't stop us from leaving some Christmas love! We placed the stocking in a corner of the post office and then went and gave Diane, the Postmaster, our gift. She was really thankful. I gave her a mug with some of my photographs on it of Molly Mo's antique faire. Going back out to the car Ethan kept yelling, "There's the stocking!" Oh well... we tried to be discreet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back home and Ethan was playing so well by himself that I sat in the same room with him digital scrapbooking on the laptop. I went on Facebook and posted some of the layouts when I noticed a message. It said, "Are you the one that left the stocking at the p.o.? If so, my daughter says thank you!" I guess they must of found our business address in the stocking, found my blog, and found my Facebook badge from there. It was cool to make someone's day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Dave got home we all did the vacation dance in the kitchen. It is quite a moment when we jump up and down, holding hands in a circle, yelling, "Vacation! Vacation!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-2520380718564025497?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2520380718564025497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=2520380718564025497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/2520380718564025497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/2520380718564025497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-daily-day-23.html' title='December Daily: Day 23'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-6503077491536833852</id><published>2009-12-22T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:14:51.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Daily: Day 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, this morning, Dave rolls over in bed and glances at the clock. He is late! He hops out of bed and within ten minutes he is out the door! To save time, he takes my car since it is parked behind his. I think it was an hour and a half later, Dave comes walking in the bedroom. I guess, he got as far as Stayton (twenty minutes away) and the car over heated. He sat on the side of the dark highway until it cooled down enough for him to get to a gas station for water. He sat their for a while before carefully coming home. Then, he got into his car and drove to work. It was nice to have a car while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzGW_v4rKjI/AAAAAAAAEqc/hE95LKFupLM/s1600-h/craft+warehouse001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzGW_v4rKjI/AAAAAAAAEqc/hE95LKFupLM/s400/craft+warehouse001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tonight, while Dave was taking a bath, Ethan went in to visit him. Five minutes later, Ethan came to me and said, "Momma, I want a brother or sister." Then he continued to say this getting upset. He then fell on the floor crying, "I want a sister to play with!" There were &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;tears. Oh brother! Thanks Dave!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-6503077491536833852?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6503077491536833852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=6503077491536833852&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/6503077491536833852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/6503077491536833852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-daily-day-22.html' title='December Daily: Day 22'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzGW_v4rKjI/AAAAAAAAEqc/hE95LKFupLM/s72-c/craft+warehouse001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-1952743375011825091</id><published>2009-12-21T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:00:51.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Daily: Day 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today was the first time we could get to town as a family to go Christmas shopping. We first went to the mall to get an allergy barrier for our mattress. Doesn't seem like much fun? It was! Uncle Adrian gave us a gift card to Kohl's and since Dave is itching off his face every night we knew it was time to get one. ;) Ethan did so well once I found the jewelry store that was giving away balloons. It saved me today. Red balloon, you are my hero. After a few trips up and down the escalator, we got back in the car and headed to Wal-mart. Dave left us to get stocking stuffers and I took Ethan to look for stuffers for Dad and a present for Dad too. Ethan picked it out and I can't wait until Dave opens it for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, Dave showed Ethan how to cook Shrimp Scampi. It was so sweet. We also bought new batteries since our re-chargeables haven't been working and making my life hard without a flash. So, I tried my best to capture the moment. I think it is beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBrln8TdgI/AAAAAAAAEns/AaA6Y1zqA7w/s1600-h/decemeber+daily097.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBrln8TdgI/AAAAAAAAEns/AaA6Y1zqA7w/s400/decemeber+daily097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBrtmeDZdI/AAAAAAAAEn0/fi0e_iadj7g/s1600-h/decemeber+daily098.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBrtmeDZdI/AAAAAAAAEn0/fi0e_iadj7g/s400/decemeber+daily098.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBr01w4FBI/AAAAAAAAEn8/2st705TBeeA/s1600-h/decemeber+daily099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBr01w4FBI/AAAAAAAAEn8/2st705TBeeA/s400/decemeber+daily099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBr94NnvVI/AAAAAAAAEoE/ITgv2RXwgaQ/s1600-h/decemeber+daily100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBr94NnvVI/AAAAAAAAEoE/ITgv2RXwgaQ/s400/decemeber+daily100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the second photo is my favorite one of Dave at the moment. It captures Dave perfectly. Doing what he loves...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-1952743375011825091?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1952743375011825091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=1952743375011825091&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1952743375011825091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1952743375011825091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-daily-day-21.html' title='December Daily: Day 21'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBrln8TdgI/AAAAAAAAEns/AaA6Y1zqA7w/s72-c/decemeber+daily097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-3569513718940893525</id><published>2009-12-21T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:46:13.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Daily: Day 20 (Part Two)</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was one of the best days I can remember in a long while! We started the morning by going to church. We were able to drive to church in my car; I am so thankful! Afterwards, when we pulled into&amp;nbsp;our driveway, we could see from the car that the stocking that we dropped off earlier in the week was back on our doorstep, filled again! Ethan yelled out, "Saint Nicholas&amp;nbsp;was here!" So, Ethan brought the stocking inside and we got to watch him open it up. It was so awesome to see him so excited about the fruit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBdBc4hs9I/AAAAAAAAEl0/S1yeMfbS7Ss/s1600-h/decemeber+daily008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBdBc4hs9I/AAAAAAAAEl0/S1yeMfbS7Ss/s400/decemeber+daily008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBdLqmWzEI/AAAAAAAAEl8/-hIwGy1tyXU/s1600-h/decemeber+daily012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBdLqmWzEI/AAAAAAAAEl8/-hIwGy1tyXU/s320/decemeber+daily012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBdW2f21oI/AAAAAAAAEmE/QBLZ78nY3mU/s1600-h/decemeber+daily017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBdW2f21oI/AAAAAAAAEmE/QBLZ78nY3mU/s400/decemeber+daily017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBdkd_bUWI/AAAAAAAAEmM/r6Kufa9y7MY/s1600-h/decemeber+daily020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBdkd_bUWI/AAAAAAAAEmM/r6Kufa9y7MY/s400/decemeber+daily020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBdxFNoHmI/AAAAAAAAEmU/XqyqPVxtZiY/s1600-h/decemeber+daily025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBdxFNoHmI/AAAAAAAAEmU/XqyqPVxtZiY/s400/decemeber+daily025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There was a card inside the stocking that read, "We didn't miss the moment of you teaching Ethan how to share! You are great parents and wonderful neighbors. God bless you, the Launders Family"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBi2GxTb_I/AAAAAAAAEnk/A_WlRx19WbU/s1600-h/decemeber+daily028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBi2GxTb_I/AAAAAAAAEnk/A_WlRx19WbU/s320/decemeber+daily028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I started to cry when I read the card... I was touched. It means a lot to me to see Ethan learning how to show love to others. Then, for it to come right back around to him in the same week. He really understood what it meant to show God's love and kindness. Then, two hours later, our other neighbor knocked on our door and gave us a gift bag filled with baked goodies! Look! This didn't happen last year. See how just showing kindness and love becomes contagious?! Totally awesome! We aren't going to keep the stocking. We are going to fill it again and give it out this week. It shouldn't just stop at us, right? God's love needs to be shared again and again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We were able to relax at home for the afternoon. I then got dressed in my tunic and wreath headpiece and headed out to Becca's to borrow some shoes for "The Night in Bethlehem." It was so funny when I rang the door bell and Sarah answered. She said, "I didn't know who it was! All I could see is green leaves through the window!" Sarah let me borrow some white Crocs to wear with my white gown. I have to say that I was cute! ;) I got to the church in time for everyone to start arriving. Everyone was so excited and it all looked great!&amp;nbsp;Guests started arriving early and so I tried my best to pray and the festivities began! Tammy, Barb, Jessica, and the kids were all there! I was so proud to see my family all together doing the activities. My favorite picture is the one below with everyone there (you can even see Barb's coat on the right even!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBd7-RbsGI/AAAAAAAAEmc/81fV9bOSYe8/s1600-h/decemeber+daily032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBd7-RbsGI/AAAAAAAAEmc/81fV9bOSYe8/s400/decemeber+daily032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBeDWRmQRI/AAAAAAAAEmk/sGld5GLATD8/s1600-h/decemeber+daily039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBeDWRmQRI/AAAAAAAAEmk/sGld5GLATD8/s400/decemeber+daily039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dave said Ethan had a blast. I could see that he was excited... he was all over the place! I love this picture. It is right before Ethan picked up the clay and put it in his mouth. (Add that one to the list-of-things-that-you-tell-Ethan-to-get-out-of-his-mouth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBeMILhJQI/AAAAAAAAEms/Lkm3sj5mwhE/s1600-h/decemeber+daily063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBeMILhJQI/AAAAAAAAEms/Lkm3sj5mwhE/s400/decemeber+daily063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;At the candy shop, Ethan couldn't eat anything that was made. So, I brought in a Kit Kat so that Sherrill could give it to him when he came to visit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBeYT1jkLI/AAAAAAAAEm0/5ia2__3fI30/s1600-h/decemeber+daily064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBeYT1jkLI/AAAAAAAAEm0/5ia2__3fI30/s400/decemeber+daily064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBelAtWQfI/AAAAAAAAEm8/D-AyxOoDyMc/s1600-h/decemeber+daily065.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBelAtWQfI/AAAAAAAAEm8/D-AyxOoDyMc/s400/decemeber+daily065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ethan sat down on the haystack to relax by the faux fire to eat his treat. Dave said that it took about a minute after eating it for the sugar to kick in and he was &lt;em&gt;off like a rocket! &lt;/em&gt;Dave said it was hard to get him to go to many stations after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBeweNPBlI/AAAAAAAAEnE/n0ltMXl1V84/s1600-h/decemeber+daily066.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBeweNPBlI/AAAAAAAAEnE/n0ltMXl1V84/s400/decemeber+daily066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Since I was taking photos of the event, I got to see Korissa making her wreath with Tammy. Man, I love that girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBe6TwaflI/AAAAAAAAEnM/R8rV3dr6GZk/s1600-h/decemeber+daily078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBe6TwaflI/AAAAAAAAEnM/R8rV3dr6GZk/s400/decemeber+daily078.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBfHxLodnI/AAAAAAAAEnU/GSekfWe6lhc/s1600-h/decemeber+daily081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBfHxLodnI/AAAAAAAAEnU/GSekfWe6lhc/s400/decemeber+daily081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I wish I could post more pictures of the event. It was so amazing and such a blessing. Dave and Ethan left before worship started. I am sure you can guess why... It was short and sweet (of course cause we had loads of kids ready for bed!). I have never done a program that was stress free, as much fun, and blessed like this one. I hope that Cascade View makes this a new tradition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBfPuxdDJI/AAAAAAAAEnc/PFmL0qHzHvA/s1600-h/decemeber+daily090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBfPuxdDJI/AAAAAAAAEnc/PFmL0qHzHvA/s400/decemeber+daily090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This being my last event for Children's Ministries at Cascade View, it meant a lot that those that came were blessed. God has been good this year and I am grateful for having a chance to serve to make an impact for God in children's lives. But, the best feeling, was the one I had when I saw my family&amp;nbsp;impacted by&amp;nbsp;their experiences last night.&amp;nbsp;I would do it all again even&amp;nbsp;if it was just for them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-3569513718940893525?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3569513718940893525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=3569513718940893525&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/3569513718940893525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/3569513718940893525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-daily-day-20-part-two.html' title='December Daily: Day 20 (Part Two)'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SzBdBc4hs9I/AAAAAAAAEl0/S1yeMfbS7Ss/s72-c/decemeber+daily008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-3031608326525584249</id><published>2009-12-20T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T14:26:52.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Daily: Day 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I got an email from Becca telling me about Ethan's day at The Riverfront Park, in Salem yesterday. I wanted to add it to this year's December Daily:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"so... I have a trillion pictures from the carousel but I think that is the best one of E... if you want some of the horses and detail on the carousel - let me know... I was disappointed that not many from the playground turned out - you really need 3 people playing with him to be able to get the shots you want (like our trip to Keizer). He just was so excited and running everywhere and you have to be so careful he doesn't decide to jump off something he isn't supposed to. Plus the structure was wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I tell you E met Santa? Hehehe... no, he didn't sit on his lap or anything but yesterday was the first Breakfast w/Santa this year. Santa was hanging about the gift shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in the gift shop to buy our tokens (this story will be perfect for your Dec Daily) and when we went to leave, St. Nick walked through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan looks up and sees him and at first, gasped and kinda got scared, so I lifted him up and sat him on my hip and said, "who is that!?! It is St. Nicholas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Santa was just passing through so they weren't formally introduced).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all wished him a Merry Christmas as he walked toward the employee's break-room. (Have to say he wasn't the most personable Santa. I think he thought he was off the clock.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan said, "Merry Kwismas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he looks at Josh, gasps and sucks in air like he does when he is excited, and says in a loud whisper, "Uncle, it's St. Nicholas, just like in the story!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sy6h3Zm9MBI/AAAAAAAAEjo/VqDIgRreeeM/s1600-h/DSC06519.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sy6h3Zm9MBI/AAAAAAAAEjo/VqDIgRreeeM/s320/DSC06519.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sy6h9KIj8gI/AAAAAAAAEj4/6lijJD7fIvw/s1600-h/DSC06556.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sy6h9KIj8gI/AAAAAAAAEj4/6lijJD7fIvw/s320/DSC06556.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2163577788097631025-3031608326525584249?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3031608326525584249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=3031608326525584249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/3031608326525584249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/3031608326525584249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-daily-day-20.html' title='December Daily: Day 20'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sy6h3Zm9MBI/AAAAAAAAEjo/VqDIgRreeeM/s72-c/DSC06519.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-5326787765493772129</id><published>2009-12-19T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T20:35:55.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Daily: Day 19</title><content type='html'>Becca picked Ethan and me up at 9am so that I could decorate the church for tomorrow's program. I loaded up her entire car with stuff for the program (I am so thankful that they have a large car)! On the way to the church, Ethan asked for "music please" because he knows that Auntie always has the VBS cd in her car. So we sang all the way there! I unloaded, kissed Ethan good-bye, and the fun began! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church parking lot was full because over 30 people were there to help set up! There were more people there setting up than we have ever had helping in children's ministry! It was such a blessing. I wish I wasn't the one directing everyone; it would have been fun to decorate a booth myself. But, I had sketched each booth out and everyone decorated like the sketch so it was amazing to see my designs come to life. Everyone worked hard and by 12:30pm exactly, we were finished. I couldn't believe that the schedule went as planned too! We had a delicious lunch prepared by two volunteers who brought soups in crockpots. I brought bread, salad, and juice. Then to top it off two women made dessert to eat too! It hit the spot after a long morning working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, everyone wanted to walk through the church to see everyone's booths for the program. It was perfect. I got to see everyone's excitement and joy at each station. I think each person felt like it was their space after decorating it. I am so thankful for each one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave got off work and came and picked me up from church. Dear Pam stayed with me so I wouldn't have to stay in the building alone. It was nice to chat with an adult for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave had met Josh and Becca in town and Ethan was now asleep in the backseat of the car. You know that deep sleep where his head dangles in front of his body. He slept the whole way back to town to get my car back from Dave's friend! His friend fixed it in one day. I can't believe I have my car back and before Christmas! I am so blessed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good dinner that Dave prepared (of course) and then Ethan got to watch his new Veggie Tales movie that Josh picked out for him for Christmas. Ethan now is singing the songs and bouncing like a vegetable. It is so cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at bedtime, I told Ethan that he could pick the Christmas story for the night. He picked "Silent Night" and he read each page by himself! It is his first full book that he has read without my asking! It was cute because he tried to sing it too. Dave and I beamed because he made us both so proud! We were so shocked that he did it that we were quiet through the entire story. Afterwards we both clapped and so Ethan dropped the book and laughed clapping too. That sweet boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days like today are beautiful. Lovely. I feel like I am floating on a cloud. I am so blessed and so thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-5326787765493772129?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5326787765493772129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=5326787765493772129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/5326787765493772129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/5326787765493772129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-daily-day-19.html' title='December Daily: Day 19'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-4755207744980962008</id><published>2009-12-18T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:45:01.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Daily: Days 17 &amp; 18</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the camera was off limits! Dave had to photograph Cascade View's Kindergarten Christmas Program. Too bad he used Lynn's cards because now I have no pictures of the program for my December Daily. He did get "baby Jesus" photos since the baby was only two weeks old. But, I can't very well put someone's baby (that I don't even know) in the album. I just wanted a good picture of Ben (our worship leader) dressed as Joseph. Or maybe the stable? Just something, I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was excited to get the tripod out and take some photos of Ethan and me in front of the tree. But, we got a call that a buyer wanted to look at the house at 3pm. It was 10am and I said yes while I looked at my kitchen FILLED with every item I could find for the decorating party tomorrow. I mean, I had every flower-silk-something-decoration on my table. Including 100 paper money bags and 100 wreath strands hanging from my crown molding! I realized I had everything ready for tomorrow and since I threw the list away (why would I need it anymore?) I would have to remember what I needed all over again tonight. I about had a nervous breakdown and then realized that God has a bigger plan. I am praying that this buyer will buy our house. So, I got busy. I didn't stop. I got everything put away where it belonged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave came home and took us to Toys-R-Us. Ethan deserved it after staying cooped up today with a cleaning freak of a mom! We drove home and I began getting all the supplies ready to go again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the big day! We decorate the church and Sunday night is the program. I am praying that families and children will get to know what the true meaning of Christmas is all about! I am looking forward to the fun tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-4755207744980962008?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4755207744980962008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=4755207744980962008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4755207744980962008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4755207744980962008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-daily-days-17-18.html' title='December Daily: Days 17 &amp; 18'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-6919037935418747125</id><published>2009-12-16T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:46:09.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Daily: Day 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today was Saint Nicholas day. I want Ethan to know who Saint Nicholas was; he was a man who loved God and shared the love of God with those around him. After we read a couple of stories about the &lt;em&gt;real &lt;/em&gt;Santa Claus, Ethan decided he wanted to be Saint Nicholas too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is a new tradition I want to start. I found dollar store stockings and had him fill them with oranges and some chocolate gold coins. Then, Ethan &lt;em&gt;wrote &lt;/em&gt;Merry Christmas on the Christmas cards we had made a couple of weeks ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was such a challenge for Ethan to &lt;em&gt;sneak quietly &lt;/em&gt;to our neighbors' house. He tried really hard. We just left them at the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Doesn't he look so sweet as Saint Nicholas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynQ7e93QlI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/SyN_49Q1JK8/s1600-h/december+daily054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynQ7e93QlI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/SyN_49Q1JK8/s400/december+daily054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynRIu-R5tI/AAAAAAAAEhY/k1Y6rDt7cRk/s1600-h/december+daily056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynSBi-jXBI/AAAAAAAAEiI/VxyeLNWJ_dM/s400/december+daily067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynSJffluiI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/8HQnSX7ULSo/s1600-h/december+daily069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynSJffluiI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/8HQnSX7ULSo/s400/december+daily069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2163577788097631025-6919037935418747125?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6919037935418747125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=6919037935418747125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/6919037935418747125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/6919037935418747125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-daily-day-15.html' title='December Daily: Day 16'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynQ7e93QlI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/SyN_49Q1JK8/s72-c/december+daily054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-3926131908244593579</id><published>2009-12-16T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:45:53.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Daily: Day 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today we had a bit of play time before Dave called and said he was on his way home to pick us up for town. It took the whole afternoon to go to the three stores we needed to do. But it was great to do it all as a family. Winco gave us a Christmas gift card for a Christmas bonus. What a blessing! It's always a blessing to be able to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynMxhVI-aI/AAAAAAAAEg4/goxMv59EaZ8/s1600-h/december+daily033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynMxhVI-aI/AAAAAAAAEg4/goxMv59EaZ8/s400/december+daily033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynM9yqFiKI/AAAAAAAAEhA/8QTP75aFKbA/s1600-h/december+daily037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynM9yqFiKI/AAAAAAAAEhA/8QTP75aFKbA/s400/december+daily037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynND0CNvgI/AAAAAAAAEhI/R3IeDh9EMl0/s1600-h/december+daily040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynND0CNvgI/AAAAAAAAEhI/R3IeDh9EMl0/s400/december+daily040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We also got the digital genealogy scrapbook photo book in the mail today! I loved it so much that I almost took it to bed with me. I didn't want to put it down! All that hard work is paying off!&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/2163577788097631025-3926131908244593579?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/3926131908244593579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=3926131908244593579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/3926131908244593579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/3926131908244593579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-daily-day-14_16.html' title='December Daily: Day 15'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynMxhVI-aI/AAAAAAAAEg4/goxMv59EaZ8/s72-c/december+daily033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-1093073148570793767</id><published>2009-12-16T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T07:39:43.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Daily: Day 14</title><content type='html'>Today was Dave's day off and we really needed to go to the store but instead we:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Polished Dave's knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cleaned out all the cupboards in the kitchen to make room for only the one set we got for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Polish Dave's knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Make room for Dave's knife on the knife rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Polish Dave's knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was cleaning the dishes out I found my &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_Doulton_Bunnykins"&gt;Royal Doulton's Bunnykins&lt;/a&gt; plate from when I was a baby. I remember eating tomato soup from this bowl/plate and thinking, "I am never going to finish this." I am not sure how old I was then. My mom gave it to me a couple of years ago. I looked at it and realized it is pretty big for a child's bowl and if it was filled with the soup that it would be quite a lot for a small child. I don't eat tomato soup now, maybe because of that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I washed it out and fed Ethan lunch. He loves it! I don't know much about it but I just checked online to link here in the post and found out that this plate is worth about $74! Yikes! Don't you love the picture of Ethan eating his mac and chesse in a vintage 1954 bowl! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynIpmNlQ_I/AAAAAAAAEgo/JJyFKaYcV1M/s1600-h/december+daily031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynIpmNlQ_I/AAAAAAAAEgo/JJyFKaYcV1M/s400/december+daily031.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynIyTHGy2I/AAAAAAAAEgw/TPUHqgMD4-U/s1600-h/december+daily032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynIyTHGy2I/AAAAAAAAEgw/TPUHqgMD4-U/s400/december+daily032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2163577788097631025-1093073148570793767?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1093073148570793767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=1093073148570793767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1093073148570793767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1093073148570793767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-daily-day-14.html' title='December Daily: Day 14'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynIpmNlQ_I/AAAAAAAAEgo/JJyFKaYcV1M/s72-c/december+daily031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-1050228405773038359</id><published>2009-12-16T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T07:41:13.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Daily: Day 12 &amp; 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Saturday night I stayed up way too late uploading all the genealogy writings that everyone has been sending me these last four months into a book! I created a book and am having it published in a paperback. When I finally went to bed it was 1:30am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Just in time for Ethan to crawl into bed with us and me to roll out at 6:30am for church. Dave, who by the way, fell asleep at 7:30pm, was wide awake! Mind you this &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; happens on Sunday. Dave thought he had so much time that he took a bath with a book and coffee. I had to remind him that he had fifteen minutes before we had to be on the road. It was quite funny. He thought he had loads of time since he got up on his own. At least he was awake and relaxed. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ethan has been loving his sunglasses lately. Funny, since he wouldn't leave them on during the summer. But now that it is freezing outside he wants to wear them. Isn't he so cute? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynAHkBBR4I/AAAAAAAAEfQ/PL929aa3f-Y/s1600-h/december+daily001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynAHkBBR4I/AAAAAAAAEfQ/PL929aa3f-Y/s400/december+daily001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After church, we went over to the Grinder's for "Christmas" since they will be gone next week to be with family in California. I love the pictures Dave got of the family. They are some of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynAPVHL7JI/AAAAAAAAEfY/YBReTmRM_Q0/s1600-h/december+daily005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynAPVHL7JI/AAAAAAAAEfY/YBReTmRM_Q0/s400/december+daily005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynAVuzEBAI/AAAAAAAAEfg/ij3IwM0ooQE/s1600-h/december+daily008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynAVuzEBAI/AAAAAAAAEfg/ij3IwM0ooQE/s400/december+daily008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynAcwKz3vI/AAAAAAAAEfo/mNMNXOG_7II/s1600-h/december+daily009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynAcwKz3vI/AAAAAAAAEfo/mNMNXOG_7II/s400/december+daily009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynAquJirGI/AAAAAAAAEfw/8SRF7oVSt2A/s1600-h/december+daily010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynAquJirGI/AAAAAAAAEfw/8SRF7oVSt2A/s400/december+daily010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dave was as excited as I was when he opened our set of new dishes. I have been waiting for a set of new dishes for 15 years! Yes, ever since I left home! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynAzRENsFI/AAAAAAAAEf4/e9ABB-E5Yus/s1600-h/december+daily014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynAzRENsFI/AAAAAAAAEf4/e9ABB-E5Yus/s400/december+daily014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dave was also trying to get me to tell him what we all bought him all month! He knew we all pitched in but he had no idea! Boy, was he totally surprised and hasn't stopped polishing it since we got it home. In fact, when he came home from work today, he stopped to "check on it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynA-3xT1EI/AAAAAAAAEgA/TIihwvgkuxc/s1600-h/december+daily016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynA-3xT1EI/AAAAAAAAEgA/TIihwvgkuxc/s400/december+daily016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynBL-eklXI/AAAAAAAAEgI/Z_eUZBbLq4w/s1600-h/december+daily018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynBL-eklXI/AAAAAAAAEgI/Z_eUZBbLq4w/s400/december+daily018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I haven't got the courage to try it out yet. It is so sharp I could easily slice my finger off instead of the potato. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynBWMb12wI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/rRdAA36HfUs/s1600-h/december+daily021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynBWMb12wI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/rRdAA36HfUs/s400/december+daily021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Becca had no clue what I got her for Christmas and there would of been no way she could of guessed. &lt;a href="http://www.theblackapple.typepad.com/"&gt;The Black Apple&lt;/a&gt; only had &lt;a href="http://theblackapple.typepad.com/inside_a_black_apple/2009/12/fancy-wearables-now-available.html"&gt;seven of these made&lt;/a&gt; this time around and I was &lt;em&gt;shocked &lt;/em&gt;that I made it before they were all sold out. I bought mine four minutes into the update and there were only two left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynBfTRKHuI/AAAAAAAAEgY/pApzFZTiHmM/s1600-h/december+daily026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynBfTRKHuI/AAAAAAAAEgY/pApzFZTiHmM/s400/december+daily026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynBnVJ3awI/AAAAAAAAEgg/Iz0DvX60lY8/s1600-h/december+daily027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynBnVJ3awI/AAAAAAAAEgg/Iz0DvX60lY8/s400/december+daily027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackapple.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451d81c69e20120a6fb28fc970b-popup"&gt;Isn't it cute&lt;/a&gt;? I actually kept the package because Emily has the cutest label and stamp on her package. Plus, it just makes it that much more special with the artist's handwriting and such&amp;nbsp;(actually I think it is her boyfriend that does the packaging).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-1050228405773038359?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1050228405773038359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=1050228405773038359&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1050228405773038359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1050228405773038359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-daily-day-12-13.html' title='December Daily: Day 12 &amp; 13'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SynAHkBBR4I/AAAAAAAAEfQ/PL929aa3f-Y/s72-c/december+daily001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-8223684404254807573</id><published>2009-12-11T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T15:37:15.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Daily: Day 11</title><content type='html'>Days like today make me proud to be home with my little guy. We got a late start at school today... who cares?! Isn't that the benefit of teaching from home? Go with the flow... that was what today was all about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's activity was to make Christmas cookies. This I knew was going to be a challenge since I still hadn't decided on a recipe this morning. As finally decided, I went into the cupboard to get the ingredients out and we were missing cream of tarter. Not sure why, since it is a baking staple and when do I ever bake? So, we got bundled up to walk five minutes to the market. Ethan looked cute in the stroller with only his eyes and cheeks showing through the layers. I was surprised at how it wasn't too bad even though it was only 32 degrees outside. I guess I have all the layers to thank. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The store didn't have what I was looking for and so I got sour cream and chocolate chips since I saw a couple of recipes online earlier that needed those items. We trekked back home, ate lunch, and while Ethan had rest time I made egg-less chocolate chip cookies. I am telling you, it made the house smell like a gourmet pastry shop. It was heavenly! The cookies are as big as my hand and super tasty! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Ethan's rest time, I had him help me make the egg-less sugar cookies. He had no problem helping me this year. He actually helped put all the dry ingredients into the mixer himself. I also had no problem letting him lick the bowl and spoon. It was a weird feeling having him able to do these simple things. Remember, this is his &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; time having homemade cookies! It was lovely. After Ethan had mouthfuls of dough, we spooned the dough onto the cookie sheet. It was funny because Ethan dumped the small dish of sugar onto the cookie sheet. I guess I need to be clearer when I say, "Just a sprinkle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't care for the sugar cookies as much as the chocolate chip but Ethan didn't seem to mind. In fact, one minute down from the table the sugar kicked in and he has been in a pleasant mood ever since... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also decorated ourselves like Christmas trees and tried to get pictures of ourselves dressed up, which was more of a challenge than the activity itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SyQnjN0AnmI/AAAAAAAAEdg/O_8YrVb9vAg/s1600-h/december+daily035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SyQnjN0AnmI/AAAAAAAAEdg/O_8YrVb9vAg/s400/december+daily035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SyQn3XD4XnI/AAAAAAAAEdw/F9zcpVExtBU/s1600-h/december+daily038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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We got to wear our pajamas all day. It was so cold today that it was good to wear my robe through out today. We did our other activities first, including riding on a "donkey" to the stable (aka. small table with table cloth over it with stuffed animals underneath). That little rocking horse is hard to move across carpet. I wonder if Joseph ever had to push the donkey from behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our Spanish Bingo, Number 2 game, snack, and Story Time (guess what we read?) it was finally time! Ethan grabbed his ticket and "climbed aboard" The Polar Express (or our 25 year old sofa). Not before I captured some photos of Ethan staring at his ticket for quite some time. We drank hot cocoa and had our tickets punched when the children did. It was a great time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited to do this day later in the month since I wanted Ethan to know what Christmas is truly about! We also talk about Santa or Saint Nicholas with several books about what history has told us about Saint Nicholas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SyQmKW0feiI/AAAAAAAAEco/HzxG0zC3JPc/s1600-h/december+daily015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SyQmKW0feiI/AAAAAAAAEco/HzxG0zC3JPc/s400/december+daily015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SyQmSv8hUCI/AAAAAAAAEcw/EIJHF1FE8tI/s1600-h/december+daily018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SyQmSv8hUCI/AAAAAAAAEcw/EIJHF1FE8tI/s400/december+daily018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I wanted to finish it since today was the last day to get 30% off and free shipping. But, alas, it is so cold today that our internet server was down across Oregon and Washington. I was thankful that it came on at 10pm! Two hours before the deadline! Whoohoo! That's calling it close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dragging myself out of bed, Ethan and I had a good time at school. 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Ethan painted white paper with red paint. After it dried Ethan helped wrap grandma and grandpa's presents. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dave took me to get my birthday present from the photography shop - the scanner that Dad bought me!&lt;br /&gt;It takes so long to get there that we stopped at the basket slough. It was nice to see a little bit of wildlife while we ate lunch in the car. Then we got out so Ethan could run and burn some energy. Ummm... it was even colder than the day before! So, five minutes later we headed home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice that Dave took pictures of our Christmas chain because today Ethan tore the whole thing down besides day 24 and 25. 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Today at church, I forgot to turn off my phone. So, right in the middle of announcements, Dave is talking in the microphone and my phone rings! I caught it really quick, but everyone started laughing and Dave cracked a joke about his wife leaving her phone on in church. Then a minute later everyone laughs again when the phone makes noise letting me know I have a voice mail. During the prayer, I turned it off. It was just Lisa calling to let me know that the birthday party was at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After service was the church potluck and it was fun to sit with friends and chat. Ethan was able to eat a bit. After having a mouth full of apple he decided he didn't want to swallow it. Dave let him spit it out in his hand and Dave put it on his plate. About fifteen minutes later, Dave screams out! He forgot about the apple and thought it was stuffing and ATE it! Ha! I laughed so hard. So did everyone at our table since they all say Ethan spit it out in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the potluck, we went to the birthday party for Lisa and Jeremy. The whole family was there (besides Mom, Jessica and Heather). It was a blessing to see Jeremy so happy. It was a really good time. We had the party at Mom and Dad so that Dave's allergies wouldn't bother him with the animals at Lisa's house. Jeremy and John worked on Jeremy's new army that he is going to paint. 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I ate breakfast reading today's 12 Tags of Christmas and I found out that I won one of the prizes given away today! Talk about super excited; I mean there were 3317 comments on yesterday's post!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca and Josh came over to take Ethan and I to town. It was a nice surprise and well needed since we have been home-bound for a week. Josh took us to a local scrapbook store that announced this week that they were closing their doors. So, we went and said our good-byes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch and the mall, we took Ethan to a local park and had him burn off all the energy he had stored up for the last week! It was cold but a good time. We met Dave&amp;nbsp;afterwards on his way home from work and went home together as a family. What a blessed day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca took these pictures and I was able to edit them tonight! 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We used a box and punched holes in it with a pencil. On the other side we cut a hole for the flashlight to shine through. We had to go into the guest bathroom and close the door since that was the only room in the house without windows. When I turned on the flashlight it was so beautiful we both gasped. It looked almost like snowflakes on the wall. It was a sweet moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also gave Ethan crepe paper streamers to dance to Mary Rice Hopkins' "Glory" song. It was so sweet to see Ethan dancing. We just danced. I praised God like David did. It was lovely to be able to do that all over the house. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also did The Candy Cane Parable today which went over really well... if you can imagine. Ethan had never had a candy cane before today. He loves it. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was one day in a million. School that was three of us is now going to be two again. It was hard to explain to Ethan but I think it will take time for him to understand. He did notice that he got Mom all to himself again and maybe that's what he needed. It was the first good day in probably six months. Throughout the day he did the games, calendar, pledges, and it was the first time he sang the songs with me. It was priceless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We painted Bethlehem cities with blocks and sprayed white paint with a toothbrush to make the stars. We read a story about Christ's birth. We took a walk in the stroller all bundled up to the library (since my car has been broken for a month). We snuggled during rest time watching a movie about Christmas. Ethan made all his Christmas presents for the family. He made two Christmas cards and I made five. In fact, we had such a blast that I didn't get a photo at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Ethan's first day taking a day off the Christmas chain, so I will use that picture when I get it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SxtBcPRG7tI/AAAAAAAAEXc/vo-qDYQcljg/s1600-h/december+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SxtBcPRG7tI/AAAAAAAAEXc/vo-qDYQcljg/s400/december+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2163577788097631025-6512404061940366801?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6512404061940366801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=6512404061940366801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/6512404061940366801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/6512404061940366801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-daily-day-3.html' title='December Daily: Day 3'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SxtBcPRG7tI/AAAAAAAAEXc/vo-qDYQcljg/s72-c/december+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-876670328913504484</id><published>2009-12-02T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:16:33.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Daily: December 2</title><content type='html'>It was an eventful day, to say the least. The kids enjoyed the new Christmas songs and the Bible story. Their eyes did get big though when I put Mary's puppet on my hand. She is quite frightful. But, I told them that she was "a lot prettier than this in real life" and tried to flatten her hair a bit and they smile, laughed, and I could continue. But, it must of been the long holiday because they were done trying by 10:30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to get ready to go home when Ethan needed to use the potty. While I was trying to get his clothes on my nose, for no reason, started to bleed! So, I am trying to get his pants on while not tipping my head because it is pouring! Oh my... did you know it can't be done? Then, Terron had to use the bathroom. I am trying to help him and get Ethan's pants on while my nose is bleeding. I finally rush to get a paper towel to put under my upper lip (great trick to stop the bleeding) when I notice that Tiffany has been sitting in her car waiting! Ahhh! She totally understood when she saw me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after rest time I got out the paint and paper to make our Christmas chain, a family tradition. I decided to use foam stamps and white paint this year. I thought it would be fun for Ethan to stamp to his heart's content. When I opened the stamps, which had never been used, I realized that number&amp;nbsp;six was missing and I had two number eights! My foam stamps have been packed in a box in the attic for three years, so there was no way I was going to dig to find another set. So we are without a number six and sixteen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was quite the job to have Ethan paint with the stamps. I guess everything is extreme with him right now. So, why would today or this moment be any different? When it was done and dried he picked the place to hang it - right by the front door. But, give him half and hour and the chain was down and as I rushed to his side he was kicking and crushing it. Thankfully it is not too bad and hanging up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get a photo today because of the mayhem but I will be sure to get Ethan taking a link of the chain for this entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sxs-Bj6XI9I/AAAAAAAAEXU/JGUpoaxNzPo/s1600-h/december003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sxs-Bj6XI9I/AAAAAAAAEXU/JGUpoaxNzPo/s400/december003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2163577788097631025-876670328913504484?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/876670328913504484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=876670328913504484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/876670328913504484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/876670328913504484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-daily-december-2.html' title='December Daily: December 2'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sxs-Bj6XI9I/AAAAAAAAEXU/JGUpoaxNzPo/s72-c/december003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-561027942929110681</id><published>2009-12-01T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:14:23.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Daily: December 1</title><content type='html'>Today begins December Daily! Can't wait to get started! Today I braved the attic and pulled down the Christmas tree and decorations. I realized that I don't have many "decorations" for the home but loads for the tree. Ethan was very excited to decorate the tree. So excited that he managed to be unable to control himself and either stepped on or kicked everything he could find. I had all the safe ornaments for him to place on the tree lined up on the sofa. He put the first one on and I got a great close up shot of that. (photo to come) Then, I let him get another. I turned my back for a second to grab an ornament for myself. What do you think I saw when I turned around? Yep, he had an ornament in his mouth and good thing it wasn't fragile. He had sunk his teeth into a Styrofoam ornament. The first ornament Becca ever gave me years ago. It wasn't too sentimental which was good (no offence to Becca). ;) The rest of the day was spent training Ethan not to destroy the tree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sxs8qEoZ6vI/AAAAAAAAEWs/D3ZasnrVi_o/s1600-h/december+daily09002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sxs8qEoZ6vI/AAAAAAAAEWs/D3ZasnrVi_o/s400/december+daily09002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sxs812rUQZI/AAAAAAAAEW0/bFL-mLwlrP8/s1600-h/december+daily09004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sxs812rUQZI/AAAAAAAAEW0/bFL-mLwlrP8/s400/december+daily09004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sxs8-wSWWpI/AAAAAAAAEW8/6qWnA6ASXLs/s1600-h/december+daily09005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sxs8-wSWWpI/AAAAAAAAEW8/6qWnA6ASXLs/s400/december+daily09005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sxs9IGEodoI/AAAAAAAAEXE/ZAEosbcTd3c/s1600-h/december+daily09006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sxs9IGEodoI/AAAAAAAAEXE/ZAEosbcTd3c/s400/december+daily09006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sxs9Oudgb9I/AAAAAAAAEXM/Cgtx4V0hx-4/s1600-h/december+daily09001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sxs9Oudgb9I/AAAAAAAAEXM/Cgtx4V0hx-4/s320/december+daily09001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2163577788097631025-561027942929110681?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/561027942929110681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=561027942929110681&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/561027942929110681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/561027942929110681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-daily-december-1.html' title='December Daily: December 1'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sxs8qEoZ6vI/AAAAAAAAEWs/D3ZasnrVi_o/s72-c/december+daily09002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-1735943967838072193</id><published>2009-11-03T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T08:07:54.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Pleasures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We have all been fighting the flu in our home for the last week. Even though we are all sick, nothing can keep me from jumping up and down from excitement at the new collaboration that Becca and I were involved with talented hybrid scrapbook artist, Michelle Filo! Check out &lt;a href="http://www.createoften.blogspot.com/"&gt;Create Often&lt;/a&gt; for more details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SvBUpnF70iI/AAAAAAAAEIA/NIfHjPBQeLw/s1600-h/mushy_simplepleasures_preview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SvBUpnF70iI/AAAAAAAAEIA/NIfHjPBQeLw/s400/mushy_simplepleasures_preview.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2163577788097631025-1735943967838072193?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1735943967838072193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=1735943967838072193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1735943967838072193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1735943967838072193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/11/simple-pleasures.html' title='Simple Pleasures!'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SvBUpnF70iI/AAAAAAAAEIA/NIfHjPBQeLw/s72-c/mushy_simplepleasures_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-4038035675816369646</id><published>2009-10-25T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:27:47.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becca Owes Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, I was at Becca's last week and she hands me her memory card from Seattle. 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Thank you again, Sarah, Becca, and Josh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-4038035675816369646?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4038035675816369646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=4038035675816369646&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4038035675816369646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4038035675816369646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/10/becca-owes-me.html' title='Becca Owes Me'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SuU-VDoKqnI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/M2a43-1DAoQ/s72-c/In+Seattle001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-4715907120029391176</id><published>2009-10-16T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:10:41.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ethan's School Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today we took school photos! Yep, I did them! You can check out more photos at my other sites. Ethan actually sat for a second for me to take this photo! Cute, huh? Beautiful eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/StkKlcdMy8I/AAAAAAAAD5o/fuXafWt-lXM/s1600-h/school+photos015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/StkKlcdMy8I/AAAAAAAAD5o/fuXafWt-lXM/s400/school+photos015.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/StkKchiww6I/AAAAAAAAD5Y/81vSiCmLeus/s1600-h/school+photos012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/StkKchiww6I/AAAAAAAAD5Y/81vSiCmLeus/s400/school+photos012.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/StkKi8bLXqI/AAAAAAAAD5g/JEsxZUQlqBk/s1600-h/school+photos013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/StkKi8bLXqI/AAAAAAAAD5g/JEsxZUQlqBk/s400/school+photos013.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2163577788097631025-4715907120029391176?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4715907120029391176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=4715907120029391176&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4715907120029391176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4715907120029391176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/10/ethans-school-photos.html' title='Ethan&apos;s School Photos'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/StkKlcdMy8I/AAAAAAAAD5o/fuXafWt-lXM/s72-c/school+photos015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-6912418716833251682</id><published>2009-10-14T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T18:31:58.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa's Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's been&amp;nbsp;a long few weeks here at home. Not only did we start potty training in the Evans household but the little man also got sick! So we are finally back to our normal schedule and back to teaching school here at home. You can check out what we are up to at our other website &lt;a href="http://teachoften.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teach Well... Teach Often&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last week we were able to go over to Grandpa's and pick our pumpkins. When the family started arriving, I hadn't seen Ethan happier in a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ethan is sitting on my lap and he is going to tell you about these pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/StZ5XtqZYCI/AAAAAAAAD3k/K5-us1SlGuI/s1600-h/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/StZ5XtqZYCI/AAAAAAAAD3k/K5-us1SlGuI/s400/photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ethan and Jeremy in the truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/StZ5ZawpzCI/AAAAAAAAD3s/k6UcUr8-WHU/s1600-h/photo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/StZ5ZawpzCI/AAAAAAAAD3s/k6UcUr8-WHU/s400/photo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ethan and Korissa. Korissa is finding Ethan a pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/StZ5anBtG9I/AAAAAAAAD30/eKCWxPOoAD0/s1600-h/photo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/StZ5anBtG9I/AAAAAAAAD30/eKCWxPOoAD0/s400/photo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dad and Ethan! In the truck with Dad driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/StZ5cKKRulI/AAAAAAAAD38/PbUzqSO__pc/s1600-h/photo3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/StZ5cKKRulI/AAAAAAAAD38/PbUzqSO__pc/s400/photo3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ethan is sitting on the pumpkin. That is Grandpa. He has dirty pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks Lisa for taking these pictures with your Iphone! We love ya!&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/2163577788097631025-6912418716833251682?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6912418716833251682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=6912418716833251682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/6912418716833251682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/6912418716833251682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/10/grandpas-garden.html' title='Grandpa&apos;s Garden'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/StZ5XtqZYCI/AAAAAAAAD3k/K5-us1SlGuI/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-8828910323415857769</id><published>2009-09-14T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T08:58:56.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coburg Anitque Faire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had a blast yesterday with Becca. You can check out &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.createoften.blogspot.com/"&gt;Create Well&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;for more pictures. I can't wait! I have got huge plans for Christmas presents this year! I got some of the pieces I needed to begin at the faire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sq5mrTb4z0I/AAAAAAAADiQ/VpCMfIoS-wU/s1600-h/090912Family014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sq5mrTb4z0I/AAAAAAAADiQ/VpCMfIoS-wU/s320/090912Family014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Had fun hanging out with Becca. Our sentence for the day was, "Man that's cute!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sq5mmPaquBI/AAAAAAAADiI/Ao2L2Dv1E8Q/s1600-h/090912Family011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sq5mmPaquBI/AAAAAAAADiI/Ao2L2Dv1E8Q/s320/090912Family011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I took this picture for Dad. Can you believe they are painting the "real" thing white now? It use to be just the faux one were popular white. Anything to try and get a sale. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sq5mehjWpxI/AAAAAAAADiA/4gp-bQEkpx0/s1600-h/090912Family008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sq5mehjWpxI/AAAAAAAADiA/4gp-bQEkpx0/s320/090912Family008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was a little disappointed that I couldn't find any vintage clothing for me. Instead there was clothes from the late 1800s and early 1900s. So unreal to see a wedding dress from that time period. It was awesome just to see such beautiful things from so long ago...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-8828910323415857769?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8828910323415857769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=8828910323415857769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/8828910323415857769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/8828910323415857769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/09/coburg-anitque-faire.html' title='Coburg Anitque Faire'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sq5mrTb4z0I/AAAAAAAADiQ/VpCMfIoS-wU/s72-c/090912Family014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-1443780991497582657</id><published>2009-09-06T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T13:22:57.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motorcyle Dreams</title><content type='html'>Last week we went over to Diane's of Molly Moe's Antiques in Sublimity. All of our babysitters were ill and so Ethan came with us for this family shoot. Matt, Diane's husband, has this awesome motorcycle and let Ethan ride it... with the kickstand up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SqQZfcwVacI/AAAAAAAADc8/rGeEOo8ckPM/s1600-h/090831Family004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378451883072776642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SqQZfcwVacI/AAAAAAAADc8/rGeEOo8ckPM/s400/090831Family004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-1443780991497582657?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/1443780991497582657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=1443780991497582657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1443780991497582657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/1443780991497582657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/09/motorcyle-dreams.html' title='Motorcyle Dreams'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SqQZfcwVacI/AAAAAAAADc8/rGeEOo8ckPM/s72-c/090831Family004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-6315042940192357514</id><published>2009-08-31T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:50:31.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Lightroom Storyboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SpxvvkI1fII/AAAAAAAADZc/7lJh4GWCoxM/s1600-h/Storyboard2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376294918118800514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SpxvvkI1fII/AAAAAAAADZc/7lJh4GWCoxM/s400/Storyboard2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-6315042940192357514?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/6315042940192357514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=6315042940192357514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/6315042940192357514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/6315042940192357514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-lightroom-storyboard.html' title='New Lightroom Storyboard'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SpxvvkI1fII/AAAAAAAADZc/7lJh4GWCoxM/s72-c/Storyboard2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-7607878136740693687</id><published>2009-08-30T21:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:32:31.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Walk at the Park</title><content type='html'>So, we were given Lightroom as a gift last week. Yesterday, we had to go and buy a book so that we could even understand the new editing program. We new that it would change the way we would/could edit our business' photos. We never knew how awesome it &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;was until today. Dave, 150 pages into the book, says, "Let's go to the Troll bridge and take pictures." Yes. That's what we call the bridge down at the state park a few blocks from our house. Dave hasn't picked up the camera like that in several months. Knowing what that would mean, I ran into my closet, threw on "vintage" clothing, slapped blush and lipgloss on, brushed my hair, and grabbed the new parasol I got at Molly Mo's Antique Faire last weekend. The beautiful vintage umbrella was only $5! Dad would be proud! Anyway... Dave was wondering what was taking me so long. I am glad I freshened up, cause look at the result!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SptPFhwhkKI/AAAAAAAADY0/zY_wIW9r5GU/s1600-h/090830Troll+Bridge013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375977536576655522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SptPFhwhkKI/AAAAAAAADY0/zY_wIW9r5GU/s400/090830Troll+Bridge013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SptOk68C15I/AAAAAAAADYs/ZtSYZHUk5PE/s1600-h/090830Troll+Bridge011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375976976400177042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SptOk68C15I/AAAAAAAADYs/ZtSYZHUk5PE/s400/090830Troll+Bridge011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SptOkWLZ5vI/AAAAAAAADYk/tQUDAqaAUWw/s1600-h/090830Troll+Bridge006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375976966532490994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SptOkWLZ5vI/AAAAAAAADYk/tQUDAqaAUWw/s400/090830Troll+Bridge006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SptOj2RMHTI/AAAAAAAADYc/l80foCjb93c/s1600-h/090830Troll+Bridge002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375976957966818610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SptOj2RMHTI/AAAAAAAADYc/l80foCjb93c/s400/090830Troll+Bridge002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SptOjdYF3TI/AAAAAAAADYU/bJp_yM62FCk/s1600-h/090830Troll+Bridge001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375976951284882738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SptOjdYF3TI/AAAAAAAADYU/bJp_yM62FCk/s400/090830Troll+Bridge001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We came home and excitedly put the photos on the laptop. We couldn't believe what we could do with them and how fast it took! It was hard enough for me to learn Photoshop and it scares me a little to know I have to learn another program... but it will be soooo worth it!&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/2163577788097631025-7607878136740693687?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/7607878136740693687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=7607878136740693687&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/7607878136740693687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/7607878136740693687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/08/quick-walk-at-park.html' title='Quick Walk at the Park'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SptPFhwhkKI/AAAAAAAADY0/zY_wIW9r5GU/s72-c/090830Troll+Bridge013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-2779076115683698544</id><published>2009-08-26T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:23:23.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All By Myself...</title><content type='html'>Hello, I know that I posted about my adventures at the Molly Mo's Antique Faire on my other blog but I just wanted to share more pictures with you. Go to our &lt;a href="http://evansphotography.smugmug.com/Special-Events-Portraits/Molly-Mos-Antique-Faire/9422071_RR9HU#631533019_VYwi2"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; and check them out. It was so fun... and the best part was meeting the coolest new friends with Becca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca also found a new prop for our photo shoots and I am going to keep it a surprise. Dave's going to take me out to get photos soon and I will bring it then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-2779076115683698544?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/2779076115683698544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=2779076115683698544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/2779076115683698544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/2779076115683698544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-by-myself.html' title='All By Myself...'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-9153733122224173549</id><published>2009-08-20T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:38:40.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason for it All...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bigpicturescrapbooking.com/meatoz.php"&gt;Big Picture Scrapbooking &lt;/a&gt;is doing a great class by &lt;a href="http://www.cathyzielske.typepad.com/" target="_new"&gt;Cathy Zielske&lt;/a&gt;. This inspiring video tells why I do what I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bigpicturescrapbooking.com/meatozvideo.html"&gt;http://bigpicturescrapbooking.com/meatozvideo.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-9153733122224173549?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/9153733122224173549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=9153733122224173549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/9153733122224173549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/9153733122224173549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/08/reason-for-it-all.html' title='The Reason for it All...'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-4919540704280642933</id><published>2009-08-19T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:23:41.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Korissa's 2nd Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>It was this princess' birthday celebration last Saturday. Jessica did an amazing job and I would have to say that it was the best birthday party I have ever been to. It was a luau theme and so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Soy_XqID0bI/AAAAAAAADPc/Nl1zxgvpuIw/s1600-h/0202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371878868712149426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Soy_XqID0bI/AAAAAAAADPc/Nl1zxgvpuIw/s400/0202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Here's the princess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Soy_EO3ZDHI/AAAAAAAADPU/R-AUlackfGY/s1600-h/0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371878534976965746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Soy_EO3ZDHI/AAAAAAAADPU/R-AUlackfGY/s400/0204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;She loved the sunglasses Ethan picked out for her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Soy_DfHI5UI/AAAAAAAADPM/HF7GiNq0Fs0/s1600-h/0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371878522158114114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Soy_DfHI5UI/AAAAAAAADPM/HF7GiNq0Fs0/s400/0205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;They had a shell hunt. Ethan found four to take home!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Soy_CsjfbFI/AAAAAAAADPE/w4d0iWTUCqI/s1600-h/0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371878508586822738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Soy_CsjfbFI/AAAAAAAADPE/w4d0iWTUCqI/s400/0206.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;They also got a chance to paint shells.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Soy_CBdFTjI/AAAAAAAADO8/RWsD8h2xhKk/s1600-h/0207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371878497017220658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Soy_CBdFTjI/AAAAAAAADO8/RWsD8h2xhKk/s400/0207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Didn't he do a good job?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Soy-d_8QO2I/AAAAAAAADO0/x0S7bh1SHgY/s1600-h/0208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371877878135798626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Soy-d_8QO2I/AAAAAAAADO0/x0S7bh1SHgY/s400/0208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Auntie Tammy gave wagon rides around the block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Soy-dEta0JI/AAAAAAAADOs/gLm6Kdj29wQ/s1600-h/0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371877862235885714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Soy-dEta0JI/AAAAAAAADOs/gLm6Kdj29wQ/s400/0209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Korissa&lt;/span&gt; opened the doll I made for her and yelled, "Baby!" It looks just like her grandma's. &lt;a href="http://sissybugs2.blogspot.com/2009/06/meet-stella.html"&gt;Check it out&lt;/a&gt;. Now they can play with their dolls together. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Soy-cu1mc5I/AAAAAAAADOk/FxYKkSE19Ak/s1600-h/0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371877856364622738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Soy-cu1mc5I/AAAAAAAADOk/FxYKkSE19Ak/s400/0210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Soy-cKYnQRI/AAAAAAAADOc/h3tfRFeoMOY/s1600-h/0211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371877846579364114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Soy-cKYnQRI/AAAAAAAADOc/h3tfRFeoMOY/s400/0211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;He loved the party and didn't talk about anything else the whole way home!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-4919540704280642933?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4919540704280642933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=4919540704280642933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4919540704280642933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4919540704280642933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/08/korissas-2nd-birthday-party.html' title='Korissa&apos;s 2nd Birthday Party'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Soy_XqID0bI/AAAAAAAADPc/Nl1zxgvpuIw/s72-c/0202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-7616128992116580250</id><published>2009-08-13T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:48:25.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Count Down</title><content type='html'>I am not sure it was a good idea to tell Ethan that we were going to the beach to go camping - six days before we go. Everyday he cries asking if it is the day we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to go to the beach so bad that wanted to wear his life jacket around the house. He finally calmed down a bit when we asked if he wanted to take a bath with it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SoTdE_IlILI/AAAAAAAADM8/SaX74y2EHSc/s1600-h/0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369659733469110450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SoTdE_IlILI/AAAAAAAADM8/SaX74y2EHSc/s400/0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anticipation&lt;/span&gt;... three more days.&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/2163577788097631025-7616128992116580250?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/7616128992116580250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=7616128992116580250&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/7616128992116580250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/7616128992116580250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacation-count-down.html' title='Vacation Count Down'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SoTdE_IlILI/AAAAAAAADM8/SaX74y2EHSc/s72-c/0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-4508899014849674880</id><published>2009-08-06T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:09:18.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Salem Bite</title><content type='html'>So, last Saturday Josh, Becca, and Sarah invited Dave and I to The Bite at the Riverfront. I had been once before but not with Ethan. We decided to eat dinner there since The Bite is all about local cuisine coming together for this community event. To our surprise, there wasn't much food. It seemed like the carnival took up most of the park. Here are my ultimate favorite photos of the evening. Although, there are more I just haven't edited them all. These were taken with Becca's camera. I took them all (besides the one with me and Dave in them) and I also processed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sns2Xf7KBgI/AAAAAAAADJA/7hUa-TjW5Uo/s1600-h/0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366943158276589058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sns2Xf7KBgI/AAAAAAAADJA/7hUa-TjW5Uo/s400/0009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Here's Becca having to get a cotton candy. Ethan liked it a lot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sns2W00FZHI/AAAAAAAADI4/2qSjjl8SW5w/s1600-h/0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366943146704200818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sns2W00FZHI/AAAAAAAADI4/2qSjjl8SW5w/s400/0010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sns2Oe_O2rI/AAAAAAAADIw/OspZVApq9OE/s1600-h/0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 398px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366943003406424754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sns2Oe_O2rI/AAAAAAAADIw/OspZVApq9OE/s400/0011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;I really wanted to get some vintage-like photos of the carnival. There is something nostalgic about a carnival.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sns2OEbESBI/AAAAAAAADIo/QEtnwykrLz4/s1600-h/0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366942996275415058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sns2OEbESBI/AAAAAAAADIo/QEtnwykrLz4/s400/0012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ethan's first &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;carousel&lt;/span&gt; ride and it's not even the Riverfront &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Carousel&lt;/span&gt;! I love the fact that Dave and Ethan have this as their first ride together. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sns2NasagpI/AAAAAAAADIg/OfW8ZYZCNHE/s1600-h/0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366942985073885842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sns2NasagpI/AAAAAAAADIg/OfW8ZYZCNHE/s400/0013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Man it was hot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sns2M23zhLI/AAAAAAAADIY/dMwW54adLZM/s1600-h/0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366942975457985714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sns2M23zhLI/AAAAAAAADIY/dMwW54adLZM/s400/0014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2163577788097631025-4508899014849674880?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4508899014849674880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=4508899014849674880&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4508899014849674880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4508899014849674880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/08/salem-bite.html' title='The Salem Bite'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Sns2Xf7KBgI/AAAAAAAADJA/7hUa-TjW5Uo/s72-c/0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-8895299697760873494</id><published>2009-08-06T10:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:45:58.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make the Best of Things</title><content type='html'>So I haven't been able to use our camera all week. It needs to be taken to the shop. In the meantime, I have been trying to make the best of things and have been playing with Photoshop... what do you think of my processing on these photos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SnsWXuSmd0I/AAAAAAAADIQ/St8D1n1kGzk/s1600-h/0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366907977760929602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SnsWXuSmd0I/AAAAAAAADIQ/St8D1n1kGzk/s400/0008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SnsWJmE1D_I/AAAAAAAADII/Oz_L9YEv4ws/s1600-h/0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366907735037513714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SnsWJmE1D_I/AAAAAAAADII/Oz_L9YEv4ws/s400/0007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SnsWJdcAKfI/AAAAAAAADIA/qYp5qNFZdv4/s1600-h/0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366907732718791154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SnsWJdcAKfI/AAAAAAAADIA/qYp5qNFZdv4/s400/0006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SnsWJASkkCI/AAAAAAAADH4/kx5N9a28uPk/s1600-h/0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366907724894605346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SnsWJASkkCI/AAAAAAAADH4/kx5N9a28uPk/s400/0005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SnsWIivlS-I/AAAAAAAADHw/XhK_rC43u68/s1600-h/0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366907716963224546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SnsWIivlS-I/AAAAAAAADHw/XhK_rC43u68/s400/0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't they fun?!&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/2163577788097631025-8895299697760873494?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/8895299697760873494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=8895299697760873494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/8895299697760873494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/8895299697760873494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/08/make-best-of-things.html' title='Make the Best of Things'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/SnsWXuSmd0I/AAAAAAAADIQ/St8D1n1kGzk/s72-c/0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-5392882301066355241</id><published>2009-08-03T16:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:41:04.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was an adventure! Dad invited me to go to his family reunion. He hadn't been in over ten years. This last month his beautiful sister (photo below) passed away. Jack &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt; that it would be good to see his family. He said, "I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;realized&lt;/span&gt; family is more important than I thought." I was invited because there would be family there that would have more information about the family's history. Since October of last year I have been wanting to hear more about Jack's family. This was the first time I met anyone from Jack's family. Little did I know that I was in for an amazing treat...&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_5365889777500590050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Snd4UqvSj-I/AAAAAAAADFE/8mS395iOmFQ/s400/0025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jan and Jack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Snd5DCEIe8I/AAAAAAAADFU/pCAIz3RfRR0/s1600-h/DSC05146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365890574036007874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Snd5DCEIe8I/AAAAAAAADFU/pCAIz3RfRR0/s400/DSC05146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Jack and his cousin Jim re-connecting at the reunion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didn't know that there was this beautiful story behind Jack's history. Jack's great grandmother was married to a salesman that was killed in the 1903 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Heppner&lt;/span&gt;, Oregon flood. She then married a divorced man. So, there are three families that are involved in Jack's family history. It is really amazing and too detailed to begin here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Snd5C_orLRI/AAAAAAAADFM/FQQLt-7gh1A/s1600-h/DSC05145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365890573383970066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Snd5C_orLRI/AAAAAAAADFM/FQQLt-7gh1A/s400/DSC05145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Family trees and photographs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Snd4T89bkKI/AAAAAAAADEs/5aHv3lR_YfY/s1600-h/DSC05071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365889765211869346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Snd4T89bkKI/AAAAAAAADEs/5aHv3lR_YfY/s400/DSC05071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;The mixed family and where the journey begins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The best thing is that everyone let me take the photos and some of the family's history home with me to begin this new journey of documenting everything digitally. Nothing has been preserved and I can't wait to help with that job. Everyone voted at the reunion to have next year's at Mom and Dad's! So, I hope to have the job done in a year. That's my goal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The best part is that I already have thirty photos digitally restored and I printed them today. They look brand new! So amazing! Can't wait to share this journey with you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(to follow the creative journey go &lt;a href="http://createoften.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-5392882301066355241?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/5392882301066355241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=5392882301066355241&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/5392882301066355241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/5392882301066355241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/08/family-reunion.html' title='Family Reunion'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bEedKabNnqI/Snd4UqvSj-I/AAAAAAAADFE/8mS395iOmFQ/s72-c/0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2163577788097631025.post-4143579937047262809</id><published>2009-07-31T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:04:42.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>Thought I would share this even though the original post is &lt;a href="http://www.createoften.blogspot.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else would of been able to experience these things today...&lt;br /&gt;1. You read the words "Key Bank" as we drove by the sign today. We don't even use that bank.&lt;br /&gt;2. You wanted to play "Find the Numbers" at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart today.&lt;br /&gt;3. You met a deaf woman today with a guide dog. She signed to us that we could touch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cinna&lt;/span&gt;-Bear and you laughed when the dog kissed you. We signed thank you together.&lt;br /&gt;4. You wanted to dance with the other children in Story Time at the library.&lt;br /&gt;5. You shared your sand toys with another little boy in the Discovery Room.&lt;br /&gt;6. You surprised the volunteers when you found two number ones and put them together and yelled "11" and clapped for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;7. You were a good sport when we drove to the park to play at the water fountain and it was closed because they were setting up a weekend event.&lt;br /&gt;8. You sat well behaved for the entire drive into town singing "This is the Day" and "Jesus Loves Me" at the top of your lungs.&lt;br /&gt;9. You drank and enjoyed your milk shake on the drive home.&lt;br /&gt;10. You gave me kisses... and said, "Love you Mama."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2163577788097631025-4143579937047262809?l=davidnjen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/feeds/4143579937047262809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2163577788097631025&amp;postID=4143579937047262809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4143579937047262809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2163577788097631025/posts/default/4143579937047262809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidnjen.blogspot.com/2009/07/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW_gJjbMvYo/TfRJv80AoeI/AAAAAAAAGI8/0KlJc14k6sU/s220/1302399295833%25282%2529.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
