<?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-2622268465728176448</id><updated>2012-01-28T00:12:12.941-06:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='school'/><title type='text'>Stewart Says</title><subtitle type='html'>~so you can keep up-to-date with the ever changing lives of the Stewart family~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-340169759291432852</id><published>2010-09-19T11:10:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T19:53:16.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fall</title><content type='html'>I love Autumn! I love the changing of the leaves, I love the crispness in the air, I love crunchy mouth watering apples and spicy pumpkin cake! I love the Orchard! But I also love crafts. In fact, my motto could be "I never met a craft I didn't love".  &lt;a href="http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/07/girl-with-too-many-hobbies-part-one.html"&gt;Sewing&lt;/a&gt;, knitting, scrapbooking, painting, drawing, you name it...I love crafts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my newest craft loves: &lt;a href="http://i-like-lemons.blogspot.com/2008/02/knit-balls.html"&gt;knit APPLES&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/TJY2lX14RnI/AAAAAAAAAgM/W0P2UxxTzK4/s1600/school+apples+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/TJY2lX14RnI/AAAAAAAAAgM/W0P2UxxTzK4/s400/school+apples+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518658409072182898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making them for my "littles". Hands-on apple countin' fun! [eventually there will be five] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I want to try &lt;a href="http://"&gt;these &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;a href="http://peasoupoftheday.blogspot.com/2008/12/tiny-knitted-acorn-pattern.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently accepted the lead teacher position in the &lt;a href="http://childrenoftomorrow.com/"&gt;Older Infant Room&lt;/a&gt; and I LOVE it! I love planning curriculum and thinking of ideas for my 9-16 month olds. Most of my ideas are coming from this &lt;a href="http://countingcoconuts.blogspot.com/"&gt;wealth of information&lt;/a&gt;. Mari-Ann is a girl friend from high school and she currently lives on the island of Bermuda. I am trying to incorporate "some" Montessori ideas into my classroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/TJY2L7LGHUI/AAAAAAAAAgE/VV1Po5JF_3k/s1600/school+apples+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/TJY2L7LGHUI/AAAAAAAAAgE/VV1Po5JF_3k/s400/school+apples+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518657971879812418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some cute books I picked up at Barnes and Noble last night for our Fall theme this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I can only come up with a good idea to decorate the front vestibule for October...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-340169759291432852?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/340169759291432852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=340169759291432852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/340169759291432852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/340169759291432852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2010/09/fall.html' title='fall'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/TJY2lX14RnI/AAAAAAAAAgM/W0P2UxxTzK4/s72-c/school+apples+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-4108231123144431601</id><published>2010-08-29T20:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T20:47:30.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fairdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/THr31cj1vlI/AAAAAAAAAeE/b5Xcj-A1GFk/s1600/kalie.fairdo+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/THr31cj1vlI/AAAAAAAAAeE/b5Xcj-A1GFk/s400/kalie.fairdo+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510989591612866130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wet-do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/THsJs4IRruI/AAAAAAAAAfM/gNxp8_x4TRQ/s1600/kalie.fairdo+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/THsJs4IRruI/AAAAAAAAAfM/gNxp8_x4TRQ/s400/kalie.fairdo+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511009235603926754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tub-do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/THsKlhth7dI/AAAAAAAAAfc/afYaGpP8PE8/s1600/kalie.fairdo+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/THsKlhth7dI/AAAAAAAAAfc/afYaGpP8PE8/s400/kalie.fairdo+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511010208838708690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turbie-do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/THsMoicJ4AI/AAAAAAAAAfs/xCa0B3ArIIw/s1600/kalie.fairdo+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/THsMoicJ4AI/AAAAAAAAAfs/xCa0B3ArIIw/s400/kalie.fairdo+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511012459597127682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clean-do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/THsMJTsliaI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Ydvhy1WxcRc/s1600/kalie.fairdo+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/THsMJTsliaI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Ydvhy1WxcRc/s400/kalie.fairdo+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511011923063572898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beauty-do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/THsNMhzUyeI/AAAAAAAAAf0/tsRErX2qhNo/s1600/kalie.fairdo+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/THsNMhzUyeI/AAAAAAAAAf0/tsRErX2qhNo/s400/kalie.fairdo+038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511013077901167074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-4108231123144431601?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4108231123144431601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=4108231123144431601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/4108231123144431601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/4108231123144431601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2010/08/fairdo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/THr31cj1vlI/AAAAAAAAAeE/b5Xcj-A1GFk/s72-c/kalie.fairdo+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-6040686324067603629</id><published>2009-11-18T12:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:31:25.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Add Your Own Caption Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SwQ9ArfBA_I/AAAAAAAAAck/EvHS7EU79l0/s1600/Puppy!!+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SwQ9ArfBA_I/AAAAAAAAAck/EvHS7EU79l0/s400/Puppy!!+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405512534633546738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-6040686324067603629?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6040686324067603629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=6040686324067603629' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/6040686324067603629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/6040686324067603629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2009/11/add-your-own-caption-wednesday.html' title='Add Your Own Caption Wednesday!'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SwQ9ArfBA_I/AAAAAAAAAck/EvHS7EU79l0/s72-c/Puppy!!+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-5888037956646189999</id><published>2009-01-08T15:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:39:55.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Skating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-85.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=72057594050299781&amp;amp;site=widget-85.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=72057594050299781&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-85.slide.com/p1/72057594050299781/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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If you want to do your own, please post a link in the comments! Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Idea bloglifted from &lt;a href="http://becca-jo.blogspot.com/2008/12/abcs-of-2008.html"&gt;becca-jo&lt;/a&gt; ~thanks for the idea, friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVzrrAe1S8I/AAAAAAAAAbE/dUzZHFEonRM/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+2008+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286359186722343874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVzrrAe1S8I/AAAAAAAAAbE/dUzZHFEonRM/s320/Family+Pictures+2008+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is for &lt;strong&gt;anniversary&lt;/strong&gt;...Brian and I celebrated our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10th&lt;/span&gt;! It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;amazing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me that we have been together ten years&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;but it has been worth the ride!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt; is for &lt;strong&gt;blogging&lt;/strong&gt;, I love to do it and I love to read the blogs of others' but am always struggling to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;find the time and the "fodder" for it! Hopefully 2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;will be good for more blogging!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C &lt;/strong&gt;is for &lt;strong&gt;Caleb&lt;/strong&gt;, our firstborn. He turned 8 in October and loves his second grade class at Delano Elementary school. He is so creative and loves to draw. He also is in Destination Imagination and loving it! We are proud of him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt; is for &lt;strong&gt;Daycare&lt;/strong&gt;. I currently have one full time family (which I have had almost two years) and three families that come one day a week each. I am loving staying home with my kids and contributing to our income. It's a blessing and I love &lt;em&gt;being&lt;/em&gt; a blessing to these families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt; is for &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6117186"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Etsy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. My pathetic storefront. I love shopping on etsy. I could get lost for hours looking at stuff. I tried my hand at selling...not so much...didn't want to make a ton of stuff and have it not sell. I am mostly selling stuff to friends anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt; is for &lt;strong&gt;Facebook&lt;/strong&gt;. I have enjoyed connecting with old high school friends, middle school friends, friends from our churches in Menomonie and California and keeping up to date with family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt; is for&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://grace2you.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;. As in our new church. We had a bagillion interviews...well, Brian did. But any other job in the world, I wouldn't be interviewing along with my husband! It was an arduous process but in the end we are truly blessed to have been chosen for such a wonderful job. We are excited for what God has in store for our family there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; is for &lt;strong&gt;housekeeping&lt;/strong&gt;. I hate cleaning the house and have decided that it's pointless anyway. Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; is for &lt;strong&gt;Internet,&lt;/strong&gt; how would I live without the information highway? This past year we have used it to diagnose many a medical condition, find jobs, stay connected, find new meals for dinner, and find crafts! So basically, it's a sanity saver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt; is for &lt;strong&gt;Jones&lt;/strong&gt;. Edward Jones. A job Brian thought he would like but turned out to loath...a job that showed Brian that God had really called him to a life of serving in the ministry of a church. Jones started the ball of change rolling in the right direction, which we had lost sight of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt; is for &lt;strong&gt;Kalie&lt;/strong&gt; who turned 5 in July and started Kindergarten in the Fall. She is a love and is so kind. And she is helpful and considerate of others...we love her so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt; is for &lt;strong&gt;lessons&lt;/strong&gt;. The kids are now great swimmers thanks to Uncle Paul Liedl. All of his dedication to helping the kids learn to be comfortable in the water had them jumping into the deep end and swimming across to the other side in no time!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Olympics, here they come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; is for &lt;strong&gt;mowing&lt;/strong&gt;! Brian worked this summer with my parents mowing lawns, landscaping and cleaning up while we were in transition to a new job. We consider it a blessing to have had the opportunity to work for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;N is for &lt;strong&gt;new stove&lt;/strong&gt;! Hooray! I have never felt so much gladness as the day I started my Christmas cookies and realized Christmas cookies don't &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to be burnt nor are they meant to be burnt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt; is for the grass-less spot on my lawn because it housed our pool. Many hours of enjoyment in the sun when there were too many kids to fit in the car for the beach! (get it, the grass is gone in a circle shape-it's a stretch, I know). I enjoyed my time as the Life Guard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVznjzJKr_I/AAAAAAAAAak/NxMtuCiEjfg/s1600-h/bekk+eiffel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286354664836214770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVznjzJKr_I/AAAAAAAAAak/NxMtuCiEjfg/s320/bekk+eiffel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt; is for &lt;strong&gt;Paris&lt;/strong&gt;! I was blessed with an amazing trip to Switzerland and France with two of my best friends in the world. It was a time of reflection, adventure and new experiences as we celebrated a mom's night out in style!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt; is for &lt;strong&gt;quiet&lt;/strong&gt; of which I am finding a hard time locating. Occasionally, I am in my car alone and I prefer to not even turn on the radio. I just sit in the silence! It truly is golden and I'm starting to figure out why (it's hard to find and is worth so much).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt; is for &lt;strong&gt;rally&lt;/strong&gt;. We could not have made it through this difficult Spring/Summer transition without the prayers, encouragement, and listening ears of our dear friends and our Life Group. We are so fortunate to have such amazing people in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt; is for &lt;strong&gt;sewing&lt;/strong&gt;, of which I have done a lot this year. Bags, aprons, and pillows &amp;amp; pillowcase dresses, onesies for new babies and blankets too! I was channeling my inner "Rita" (my dad's mom who passed away in 2002) as I sat at her old Singer. There is a story behind it my family will never let me forget, but that's another post ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt; is for &lt;strong&gt;Theater&lt;/strong&gt;. We took the kids to see "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day" at the Children's Theater. We had such an amazing time hanging out with our kids and hope to include trips to the theater more in 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVzs4yuBmVI/AAAAAAAAAbU/LBSP9MiUGko/s1600-h/Aaron%27s+House+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286360523057764690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVzs4yuBmVI/AAAAAAAAAbU/LBSP9MiUGko/s200/Aaron%27s+House+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; is for &lt;strong&gt;Uncle Aaron&lt;/strong&gt;. We spent Mother's Day at Aaron's and he gave us all rides through his yard on his motorcycle. He was also on "Diners, Drive-in and Dives" which was so fun to see! It's amazing that when I was little and my mom told me "Someday you're going to love your brother", it actually came true! He is truly an awesome brother and uncle to my children!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt; is for &lt;strong&gt;Viking Training Camp.&lt;/strong&gt; We went down to Mankato this year for training camp and the boys got to participate in football camp and Kalie got to participate in cheerleader camp! It was so fun! The kids had a blast and it was another one of those great family times!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVzphQrueZI/AAAAAAAAAas/GwtGnBaM9XI/s1600-h/Vikings+Training+Camp+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286356820249442706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVzphQrueZI/AAAAAAAAAas/GwtGnBaM9XI/s320/Vikings+Training+Camp+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt; is for &lt;strong&gt;waiting&lt;/strong&gt;. I think we did a lot of waiting this year. In the waiting we found that our God is a mighty and faithful God who really does provide for His children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt; is for &lt;strong&gt;x-rays&lt;/strong&gt; and I'm pretty sure we didn't need any this year! Hooray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt; is for &lt;strong&gt;yawning&lt;/strong&gt;. In the midst of raising three kids, doing day care, not cleaning the house, church jobs and Master's Degrees, Brian and I are constantly yawning...life can be so tiring but so thrilling at the same time and yet we are thankful for the things that cause us to yawn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt; is for &lt;strong&gt;Zachariah&lt;/strong&gt;. My marvelous middle who turned 6 in March and started 1st grade this year. He continues to show us how to live life on the wild side, abandoning the "rules" along the way. He is great with the little kids and selfless in his giving! We are so thankful for a wonderful son!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, there you have it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-1071123831822182050?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1071123831822182050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=1071123831822182050' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/1071123831822182050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/1071123831822182050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/abcs-of-2008.html' title='The ABC&apos;s of 2008'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVzrrAe1S8I/AAAAAAAAAbE/dUzZHFEonRM/s72-c/Family+Pictures+2008+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-7110548887554107320</id><published>2008-12-29T16:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:28:01.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Menu Plan Monday!</title><content type='html'>I usually don't do this online.  I usually make my grocery list and put a side bar of all the breakfasts/lunches/dinners (hey, you have to be a little organized when you have 5+ kids a day, right?) then I transfer those meals to my weekly meal planner (I'm so organized when it comes to food, anything else...not so much!) that hangs on my refrigerator.  Well, since the great cleaning of December 2008 (i.e. "quick, throw everything in a bag, company's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;comin&lt;/span&gt;'", method) I have done lost the menu planner that hangs oh-so-nicely on the fridge.  So alas, I resort to blogging my meals this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Calzones&lt;/span&gt;, Caesar salad&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Ginger Glazed Salmon, Asparagus&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I could only think of two things...don't blame me.  I hear lots of noise upstairs that may need to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dealt&lt;/span&gt; with!  Oh no...someone just yelled "Fire in the hole"...this could be bad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-7110548887554107320?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7110548887554107320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=7110548887554107320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/7110548887554107320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/7110548887554107320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/menu-plan-monday.html' title='Menu Plan Monday!'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-1592760455306973968</id><published>2008-12-17T13:14:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:40:29.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinating...again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To some of you, this might come as a complete shock. To others who know me oh-too-well, not so much. Right now I could be doing one of about a hundred different things, such as making the aprons I need to make for Christmas gifts, making the p.j. bottoms I promised my three kids (also a Christmas gift), frosting the 6 dozen Christmas cookies the church needs for Friday's &lt;a href="http://www.grace2you.org/?p=360"&gt;Live Nativity&lt;/a&gt;, wrapping Christmas presents, putting stamps on and mailing the Christmas cards I had printed, changing the diaper of a certain baby (who is sitting in the laundry room putting my underwear on her legs-such entertainment. Yes, they are clean. Which leads me to another thing I could be doing, LAUNDRY). But alas, I sit here typing about the things I could be doing instead of doing them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;There is just something about a long "to do" list that freezes me in my tracks, unable to perform said tasks. I have made several lists of things I need to do...but that was probably another effort to procrastinate. Blogging about procrastinating was not on that list either. I have listed them in order of priority (making aprons, frosting cookies and putting together the teacher gifts) all due before the weekend. Guess I should stop typing and change the baby...since she smells like a priority right now! Now that that's done...I wish I could just have a day to freeze time and accomplish all the things I need to get done and want to get done. Boy, I'm thinkin' Santa would be laughing his jolly head off about now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've been a relatively good girl this year...I've helped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;been kind to others, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've given money to those less fortunate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'ve really tried to do all I can. All I really want for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Christmas is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a few &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;minutes to do the things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't ever have time for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rebekkah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;All this to say...NONE OF THESE THINGS THAT I HAVE TO DO ARE IMPORTANT! NONE OF THESE THINGS WILL CHANGE SOMEONE'S LIFE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My "to do" list should read: 1. Spend time with my children (they are growing so fast) 2. Spend time with my husband (he's all I will have when the kids leave home, and if we don't have a good relationship now, there won't be one then). 3. Spend time with the people I love the most (my parents, my brother and Heather, friends and family) 4. Give of myself to those in need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's a little video that I thought was appropriate to share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eVqqj1v-ZBU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eVqqj1v-ZBU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No more procrastinating. Let's not use our time worrying about things that don't matter...let's use it to bless others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-1592760455306973968?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1592760455306973968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=1592760455306973968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/1592760455306973968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/1592760455306973968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/procrastinatingagain.html' title='Procrastinating...again'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-4551397063279428492</id><published>2008-11-26T08:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T08:29:09.049-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A challenge from Kim! I'm in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules: use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. All places, names and things must be real - nothing made up. You can't use your own name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your name…Rebekkah&lt;br /&gt;A four letter word…runt&lt;br /&gt;A boy's name…Richard&lt;br /&gt;A girl's name…Rachel&lt;br /&gt;An occupation…retail sales&lt;br /&gt;A color…red (that was kinda easy)&lt;br /&gt;Something you wear…running shoes&lt;br /&gt;A beverage…Rum&lt;br /&gt;A food…risotto&lt;br /&gt;Something found in a bathroom…razor&lt;br /&gt;A place…Russia&lt;br /&gt;A reason to be late…rush hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play along if you like. Leave a comment and let me know you're playing. It's fun (and more difficult than you might think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-4551397063279428492?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4551397063279428492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=4551397063279428492' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/4551397063279428492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/4551397063279428492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/game.html' title='A Game'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-398128658194139518</id><published>2008-11-18T14:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T08:26:13.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday without Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SSMrEzehEwI/AAAAAAAAAYE/RnsEDFqXxLo/s1600-h/tampons+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270103350491288322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SSMrEzehEwI/AAAAAAAAAYE/RnsEDFqXxLo/s400/tampons+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-398128658194139518?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/398128658194139518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=398128658194139518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/398128658194139518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/398128658194139518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/wednesday-without-words.html' title='Wednesday without Words'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SSMrEzehEwI/AAAAAAAAAYE/RnsEDFqXxLo/s72-c/tampons+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-396505500184792932</id><published>2008-11-18T11:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:28:31.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with the old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SSMCLJK0ukI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Jf8meFN7UhU/s1600-h/stove+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270058379416746562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SSMCLJK0ukI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Jf8meFN7UhU/s320/stove+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is the end of an era at our house. The stove that has resided here for 15 years has been replaced. A much newer model now sits in it's esteemed place in our kitchen. While we have had some good times baking cookies and making meals for friends in need, the old girl had seen much better days. So here it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 things I will not miss about the old Whirlpool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. The mismatched knobs (hello, Frankenstein)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. The ever present grease residue on the burner grates &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. The clock that has hands and doesn't work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. The knob that sticks occasionally and clicks until you remove said knob and fix the tiny piece that moved just out of place (thus causing the clicking noise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. The timers that don't work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. The "self clean" that doesn't even pretend to work and so should be called "get down on your hands and knees and scrub the daylights out of the blasted thing whilst smelling fumes that burn your nose hairs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. The thermostat that doesn't work and thusly causes me to stand by the stove and constantly check to make sure everything is cooking and/or not burning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. The bent door handle (I think Brian did that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. The "rusty, nasty not-even-a-little-shiny anymore" oven racks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. The tinfoil burnt to the bottom of the stove after the oven decided to heat up to 550* when I set it to 350*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SSMGnW8TN2I/AAAAAAAAAX8/7J9Ek1YIMqE/s1600-h/stove+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270063262196774754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SSMGnW8TN2I/AAAAAAAAAX8/7J9Ek1YIMqE/s320/stove+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So long old friend. Hello new friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bright and Shiny. Digital. Self Cleaning. A light and a big window to see into the oven. Broiler inside. Storage drawer on the bottom. Gas. Heats up in 10 minutes as opposed to 25-30 minutes for the old one. Gray burners, the non-sticky type. Beeps when it's preheated. How ingenious is that? No tinfoil stuck to the bottom. Did I mention the microwave I got with it? I know I am one lucky gal. And I have the best husband ever for getting it for me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, the little things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-396505500184792932?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/396505500184792932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=396505500184792932' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/396505500184792932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/396505500184792932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-is-end-of-era-at-our-house.html' title='Out with the old'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SSMCLJK0ukI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Jf8meFN7UhU/s72-c/stove+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-1150355400284316012</id><published>2008-11-13T14:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:39:44.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday without words...a day late :/</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SRyQbmKobZI/AAAAAAAAAT8/gyluvyVNyUA/s1600-h/child+labor+in+america+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268244467892645266" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SRyQbmKobZI/AAAAAAAAAT8/gyluvyVNyUA/s400/child+labor+in+america+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SRyQFuP_GsI/AAAAAAAAAT0/A20U02zaFvA/s1600-h/child+labor+in+america+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-1150355400284316012?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1150355400284316012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=1150355400284316012' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/1150355400284316012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/1150355400284316012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/wednesday-without-wordsa-day-late.html' title='Wednesday without words...a day late :/'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SRyQbmKobZI/AAAAAAAAAT8/gyluvyVNyUA/s72-c/child+labor+in+america+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-7018425065834054908</id><published>2008-10-24T13:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T13:50:14.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Token Orchard Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e5445774f5467314f513d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Autumn" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e5445774f5467314f513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-7018425065834054908?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7018425065834054908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=7018425065834054908' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/7018425065834054908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/7018425065834054908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/10/token-orchard-pictures.html' title='Token Orchard Pictures'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-2169610754619027039</id><published>2008-10-20T12:05:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:59:24.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I pictured us doing lots of fun things on our 10th anniversary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;but &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; was &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; one of them. Yes, that's my husband of ten years. And yes, he is breaking into our house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SPy68nXgytI/AAAAAAAAASc/Pp2yQa2wHkY/s1600-h/Our+10th+Anniversary+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259284015384414930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SPy68nXgytI/AAAAAAAAASc/Pp2yQa2wHkY/s320/Our+10th+Anniversary+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The story goes something like this. We left our mini van at my mom's house. She was watching the kids and it made sense. I left &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;keys for her to take the kids in the van wherever they needed to go. We took &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; Durango because we thought it would be fun to rent a car but the prices for renting a car made us gasp! The Durango was the next best thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday morning we left for our day of fun. We went to the &lt;a href="http://www.walkerart.org/index.wac"&gt;Walker Art Center&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://garden.walkerart.org/index.wac"&gt;Sculpture Gardens&lt;/a&gt; and to the &lt;a href="http://www.ci.minneapolis.mn.us/about/stonearch.asp"&gt;Stone Arch Bridge&lt;/a&gt;. We also visited &lt;a href="http://http//www.minneapolisparks.org/default.asp?PageID=4&amp;amp;parkid=413"&gt;Mill Ruins Park&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://www.guthrietheater.org/"&gt;Guthrie&lt;/a&gt; (for a tour) and to &lt;a href="http://www.saintanthonymain.com/pracna.html"&gt;Pracna on Main &lt;/a&gt;(for dinner)! We had an amazing time together. After this past year and Brian finally getting an amazing job, we felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from us and we truly felt like we connected and enjoyed each others company! It really was wonderful! We stopped at Byerly's for dessert...two "Death by Chocolates" and some movies later and we arrived home. As he stepped out of the Durango, it occurred to Brian that he hadn't brought a set of house keys. Although he knew the answer, he asked if I had my keys by any chance. We were locked out of our house. Luckily, the back door of the garage was open and we got a ladder out and borrowed a flashlight from our neighbors, the Elsen's. Prying the window open, pushing the screen into the house and me climbing through the living room window (in a skirt, mind you) was definitely priceless memories in the making!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SPzJn6VUhGI/AAAAAAAAASk/c_9Vbk4-1q0/s1600-h/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259300152372659298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SPzJn6VUhGI/AAAAAAAAASk/c_9Vbk4-1q0/s320/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;at the stone arch bridge looking at the mississippi and ruins of an old flour mill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SPzJocKMHVI/AAAAAAAAASs/EudD4dvAuw4/s1600-h/Our+10th+Anniversary+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259300161452776786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SPzJocKMHVI/AAAAAAAAASs/EudD4dvAuw4/s320/Our+10th+Anniversary+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;flour mill damaged in 1991 by fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SPzJokXT8eI/AAAAAAAAAS0/VfCnEgGoYkE/s1600-h/Our+10th+Anniversary+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259300163655299554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SPzJokXT8eI/AAAAAAAAAS0/VfCnEgGoYkE/s320/Our+10th+Anniversary+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;looking out of the ruins at the stone arch bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SPzJoxlWmfI/AAAAAAAAAS8/YV3SVCyPl0Q/s1600-h/Our+10th+Anniversary+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259300167203854834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SPzJoxlWmfI/AAAAAAAAAS8/YV3SVCyPl0Q/s320/Our+10th+Anniversary+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;at the edge of the guthrie "bridge" looking down at the river and SAB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SPzJpL2e44I/AAAAAAAAATE/KDQ_zvUMHyo/s1600-h/Our+10th+Anniversary+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259300174255022978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SPzJpL2e44I/AAAAAAAAATE/KDQ_zvUMHyo/s320/Our+10th+Anniversary+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's not the eiffel tower in the back but i'm sure gold medal flour is "hot" somewhere! well, maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;In honor of 10 years of marriage...10 highlights of the past 10 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;10.when brian asked me to marry him (nov 21, 1997)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;9.our honeymoon in duluth (oct 18, 1998)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;8.finding out we were expecting #1 &amp;amp; birth of caleb thomas (oct 27, 2000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;7.moving to California (june 1, 2001)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;6.finding out we were expecting #2 &amp;amp; birth of Zachariah Joel (march 3, 2002)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;5.wow! expecting #3 in 2 years! and birth of Kalie Raenell (jul 17, 2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;4.driving cross country from CA to MN (8 months preggo) (june 1, 2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;3.buying our first home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;2.everyday i get to be home with my children!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;1.the next ten years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SPy68nXgytI/AAAAAAAAASc/Pp2yQa2wHkY/s1600-h/Our+10th+Anniversary+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-2169610754619027039?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2169610754619027039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=2169610754619027039' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/2169610754619027039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/2169610754619027039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-pictured-us-doing-lots-of-fun-things.html' title='I pictured us doing lots of fun things on our 10th anniversary...'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SPy68nXgytI/AAAAAAAAASc/Pp2yQa2wHkY/s72-c/Our+10th+Anniversary+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-6439257698303004173</id><published>2008-10-08T15:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:29:12.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Minnesota Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SO0V2tuAuhI/AAAAAAAAASU/mmgJ-FNxNic/s1600-h/fall+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254880369940937234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SO0V2tuAuhI/AAAAAAAAASU/mmgJ-FNxNic/s320/fall+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SO0VYs3EYAI/AAAAAAAAASM/_iyudzvE7Rk/s1600-h/fall+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The leaves are quickly changing and with it the weather. Crisp fall days are on their way. Now that the kids are back in school there are less spontaneous opportunities to go to the Orchard or rake leaves and jump into them. We cherish family dinners because we are all sitting together (not too many things on the calendar yet) sharing "our favorite part of the day". But as we were sitting at dinner last night I just had to run out to the back yard with my camera. The way the sunset was hitting our trees was incredible. But the most amazing part was our bright orange tree nestled in with trees that were still green. I'm not a very skilled photographer and I think the beauty was only slightly captured. Just thought I would share it with you anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SO0UAhgiCJI/AAAAAAAAASE/QkiG6PqNOoA/s1600-h/fall+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254878339438610578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SO0UAhgiCJI/AAAAAAAAASE/QkiG6PqNOoA/s320/fall+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It truly was a beautiful sight created by our Creator!  It reminded me of an old Catholic Hymn that I loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;CANTICLE OF THE SUN&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;The heavens are telling the glory of God,&lt;br /&gt;and all creation is shouting for joy.&lt;br /&gt;Come, dance in the forest,&lt;br /&gt;come, play in the field,&lt;br /&gt;and sing, sing to the glory of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;1. Praise for the sun, the bringer of the day,&lt;br /&gt;he carries the light of the Lord in his rays;&lt;br /&gt;the moon and the stars who light up the way&lt;br /&gt;unto your throne.&lt;br /&gt;2. Praise for the wind that blows through the trees,&lt;br /&gt;the sea’s mighty storms, the gentlest breeze;&lt;br /&gt;they blow where they will, they blow where they please&lt;br /&gt;to please the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;3. Praise for the rain that waters our field,&lt;br /&gt;and blesses our crops so all the earth yields;&lt;br /&gt;from death unto life her myst’ry revealed&lt;br /&gt;springs forth in joy.&lt;br /&gt;4. Praise for the fire who gives us his light,&lt;br /&gt;the warmth of the sun to brighten our night;&lt;br /&gt;he dances with joy, his spirit so bright,&lt;br /&gt;he sings of you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Praise for the earth who makes life to grow,&lt;br /&gt;the creatures you made to let your life show;&lt;br /&gt;the flowers and trees that help us to know&lt;br /&gt;the heart of love.&lt;br /&gt;6. Praise for our death that makes our life real,&lt;br /&gt;the knowledge of loss that helps us to feel;&lt;br /&gt;the gift of yourself, your presence revealed&lt;br /&gt;to lead us home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SO0S0r23RnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/o2o13q5jbjg/s1600-h/fall+2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254877036546573938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SO0S0r23RnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/o2o13q5jbjg/s320/fall+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/2622268465728176448-6439257698303004173?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6439257698303004173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=6439257698303004173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/6439257698303004173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/6439257698303004173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/10/minnesota-fall.html' title='A Minnesota Fall'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SO0V2tuAuhI/AAAAAAAAASU/mmgJ-FNxNic/s72-c/fall+2008+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-2523301847333423968</id><published>2008-10-04T08:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:15:55.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It has been soooo long! I am sorry that it seems like I forgot about my trusty followers. Life has been crazy here at the Stewart house. Here are the updates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brian got a job!!! Praise God. Last Thursday he was offered the position of Adult Ministries Pastor at &lt;a href="http://www.grace2you.org/"&gt;Grace Fellowship Church&lt;/a&gt; in Brooklyn Park. We are happy to say that this was the job he REALLY wanted. It's a little out of his comfort zone since he has worked with Junior High and Senior HIgh students for 15 years(!) but he is going to be amazing at this job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a lot sad to leave Woodridge. It has been my home for 5 1/2 years and I love the people there and I love seeing friendly smiling faces. It was very hard for me to walk into Grace last Sunday and not see one person I knew. I sat in my seat and sniffled through the service. On a good note, Grace is a lot like WR. Both churches are Baptist General Conference, are growing and reaching people and showing people the love of God. Both have amazing pastors, in fact the pastors at both churches are great friends. I think it will be a hard change but a very good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The kids are great. Adjusting to school and homework *gulp*. The thought makes my stomach squirm. They are tired of visiting "new" churches and are glad that we have finally "settled". Caleb is enrolled in the Delano DI (&lt;a href="http://www.delanodi.org/"&gt;Destination ImagiNation&lt;/a&gt;) team and is really excited for it to start. I think Kalie is going to be a Daisy girl Scout, though I haven't told her this yet. So don't buy your cookies from anyone else. Now I just need to find something wonderful for Zachariah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been busy making stuff of all kinds. Bags, more aprons, I bought stuff to make jammie bottoms for the kids (not started yet), I might try my hand at ballet flat slippers, I also made a 4 tiered skirt for my cousins little girl. You know the usual. I never find a project I don't need to try. I'm keeping busy and my house is paying for it. It's a mess right now so today is House Beautification day (just as soon as I'm done blogging, of course!) I also joined the &lt;a href="http://www.armyofwomen.org/"&gt;Army of Women&lt;/a&gt;. It's an organization that needs healthy women to do research for breast cancer. I heard NBC Nightly News put out a &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032619/#26978410"&gt;call to action&lt;/a&gt; and I felt compelled to join. Please check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just in case you were wondering, Froggy (as I guess he has been named) is doing really well. After the cricket incident, I have not bought any more food for him and we have just been collecting bugs from outside. It's crazy what that little guy will eat. I am amazed that he has lasted this long and I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do this winter to feed him. He may need to be released into the wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, that's all the news I know for now!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;WIshing you a weekend full of wonder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-2523301847333423968?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2523301847333423968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=2523301847333423968' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/2523301847333423968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/2523301847333423968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-has-been-soooo-long-i-am-sorry-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-5884237312193340965</id><published>2008-09-16T13:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:31:31.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toad vs. Pholcus phalangioides</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-79ee3975415c8aaa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D79ee3975415c8aaa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330380034%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D3A70E0FE2DC036F448378E934F19590D8FD360.2A36AAC5AE9A7B108B33DA61FDBE943D662C80BD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D79ee3975415c8aaa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dll6cFmSPgKnyP8CEj_grISy9Zk0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D79ee3975415c8aaa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330380034%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D3A70E0FE2DC036F448378E934F19590D8FD360.2A36AAC5AE9A7B108B33DA61FDBE943D662C80BD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D79ee3975415c8aaa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dll6cFmSPgKnyP8CEj_grISy9Zk0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because Kim said I should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pholcus phalangioides or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.backyardnature.net/longlegs.htm"&gt;Daddy Long Legs&lt;/a&gt; lived a pleasant and beautiful life that was cut short today as he was eaten alive by a small toad.  His friends witnessed him happily spinning a web in the sunny window humming a catchy tune ("whistle while you work", perhaps?)  Later they heard a small scream and saw him vanish in a large hand, appendages flailing. One friend even suggested he was taken as some sort of cruel game such as "eaten for entertainment" or "look at the interesting things my frog can do".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt; "Legs" as he was known around the window, is survived by 30 spiderlings and a loving wife.  He will be dearly missed as he was a vital part in the catching of many pests around the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-5884237312193340965?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=79ee3975415c8aaa&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5884237312193340965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=5884237312193340965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/5884237312193340965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/5884237312193340965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/09/toad-vs-daddy-long-leg.html' title='Toad vs. Pholcus phalangioides'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-290164573438476251</id><published>2008-09-15T08:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T09:36:07.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the love of Toad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Critter Keeper...$11.99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;10 Crickets...$.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cricket Food (to keep the &lt;em&gt;food&lt;/em&gt; alive)...$6.99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;One happy three-legged toad...priceless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SM5nNyQTNfI/AAAAAAAAARU/nlDSTYxeT-g/s1600-h/Toad+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246244102459307506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SM5nNyQTNfI/AAAAAAAAARU/nlDSTYxeT-g/s320/Toad+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;toad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SM5nOIRuzcI/AAAAAAAAARc/_8Q67fxw6Q4/s1600-h/Toad+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246244108370890178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SM5nOIRuzcI/AAAAAAAAARc/_8Q67fxw6Q4/s320/Toad+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;one girl in love with Toad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few days ago, Zach came running into the house with his hands clenched around a poor defenseless frog (or so we thought).  This frog had only three legs and I'm sure he was missing the fourth as he tried to hop away as fast as he could from little hands.  But alas, he was caught and forced to live in a rather small bowl with a few rocks and 1/4 inch water for two days without food.  Until I discovered how exciting it was to watch a frog catch &lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt; food!  (I am &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; being sarcastic here)  Apparently, frogs do not think dead bees from my office are very tasty, how was I supposed to know that?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Determined to find our little frog some sustenance, I hunted around the front door for some bugs...a few ants later and I was on to something.  It was incredibly interesting to see him eye an ant and thrash his tongue out to catch it.  I watched him do this for an hour (after catching about 20 ants that had gathered around a goldfish cracker under Emily's highchair-but that's another blog!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, I have better things to do with my time than quest for ants so yesterday after church I took the kids to PetSmart to find alternative nourishment for frog.  Crickets.  Jolly good.  Little did I know I was going to have to &lt;em&gt;feed &lt;/em&gt;the food I was going to feed the frog.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I had to buy cricket food.  Somehow I eeked away from buying a place for them to live as well.  I also found out that we had a toad and not a frog (due to the bumpy, brown-ness of his skin.  Hello.  Frogs are green and smooth).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;After returning home, excited to set up a home and feed toad, I made a huge mistake.  Handing the bag of crickets to a member of my family.  Said member shook the daylights out of the crickets...literally.  We'll call it Shaken Cricket Syndrome.  Now all but three of my ten crickets were dead.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Most likely scared to death. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Toad moved into his new residence.  He is doing well among the weeds, mud and small dish of water for an occasional dip (&lt;a href="http://www.toadilytoads.com/"&gt;toads&lt;/a&gt; are drier than frogs and need less water) and ate all three of the live crickets, though due to their large nature, took a few more gulps to get them down.  Now I have to buy some more because apparently toads are gluttonous in nature.  You learn something new everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now for a name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-290164573438476251?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/290164573438476251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=290164573438476251' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/290164573438476251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/290164573438476251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-love-of-toad.html' title='For the love of Toad'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SM5nNyQTNfI/AAAAAAAAARU/nlDSTYxeT-g/s72-c/Toad+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-6638132225867161046</id><published>2008-09-12T14:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T11:04:28.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Projects~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SMrMYitAe4I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/3pU-dbeH1b4/s1600-h/Aprons+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245229438030871426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SMrMYitAe4I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/3pU-dbeH1b4/s320/Aprons+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"When a thrift store find turns into something beautiful"...sounds like the start of a cheesy novel or something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Emily and I were perusing the Thrift Shoppe in Buffalo yesterday and happened upon some interesting finds. Well, we actually didn't "happen" upon them, we actually went there searching for them! Earlier in the week I got an email from a friend wondering if I could make something called a "pillowcase dress". What on earth is that, you ask? Well, I wasn't sure either so I turned to Internet to check it out. What I found was a web teeming with darling dresses made out of vintage pillowcases, new pillowcase and some not made out of pillowcases at all but fabric. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because we all know that a pillowcase is mere fabric after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;At &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jenleheny.com/pillowcase-dress-instructions"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Red Instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; I found wonderful, and easy directions on how to make this adorable dress.  A little snip here and a little snip there.  Add some ribbon, elastic and a few stitches and Voila!  It's ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SMrMYitAe4I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/3pU-dbeH1b4/s1600-h/Aprons+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SMrMY1R-OqI/AAAAAAAAARE/T0prf6f6g9c/s1600-h/Aprons+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245229443017751202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SMrMY1R-OqI/AAAAAAAAARE/T0prf6f6g9c/s320/Aprons+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ribbon ties make for an adjustable dress that, should it last that long, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;would make a cute shirt to go with jeans when my daughter is in Middle School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SMrMZJwxtGI/AAAAAAAAARM/vb394BS9tYs/s1600-h/Aprons+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245229448515662946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SMrMZJwxtGI/AAAAAAAAARM/vb394BS9tYs/s320/Aprons+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sage Grosgrain ribbon to trim off the bottom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SMrFwoC0J-I/AAAAAAAAAQs/PD0NLt-Xhg4/s1600-h/Aprons+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-6638132225867161046?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6638132225867161046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=6638132225867161046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/6638132225867161046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/6638132225867161046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-projects.html' title='New Projects~'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SMrMYitAe4I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/3pU-dbeH1b4/s72-c/Aprons+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-6570103956873499947</id><published>2008-09-03T18:17:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:13:11.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SL8eSiLeFvI/AAAAAAAAAPM/dOMPMoAegcM/s1600-h/First+day+of+school+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241941795043940082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SL8eSiLeFvI/AAAAAAAAAPM/dOMPMoAegcM/s400/First+day+of+school+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess my blog is turning out to be way too crafty! Maybe I should pay more attention to my family and start blogging about &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt;?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first day of school yesterday and my house was a flutter with anticipation, my anticipation not the kids'. Yesterday was the day I had been waiting for all summer. Sad. But after several weeks of fighting and weeping, it was time for them to go back to school. I love my children but as the old adage goes "too much of a good thing ___________" (what &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the rest of that?) I guess you can insert your own blank here. They were ready and I was ready. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brian made a wonderful breakfast for them: pancakes with strawberries and some sausage on the side. The boys got on the bus without a hitch and/or tears. They were really excited to see the bus but as it approached, so did the butterflies in my tummy! They climbed those steps a little older and a little wiser and barely looked back. I'm sure they will miss me yelling and screaming as much as I will miss yelling and screaming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kalie and I spent the morning with Nolan, Addison and Emily and soon it was time for her to have lunch and get ready. By now the sky was gray and rainy. And the 20 minutes we spent in the rain under an umbrella waiting for the bus, saw an outfit change. It was much too chilly for the little skirt and short sleeve shirt she had picked out when it was 80 and humid just hours earlier. Off she went in jeans and a jacket with an umbrella! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SL8iDvqERDI/AAAAAAAAAPU/96TWooVLYf0/s1600-h/First+day+of+school+2008+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241945939010405426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SL8iDvqERDI/AAAAAAAAAPU/96TWooVLYf0/s400/First+day+of+school+2008+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Burrrrrr. It's a cold first day of school!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SL8iD55yl3I/AAAAAAAAAPc/6Rvay1lfMI0/s1600-h/First+day+of+school+2008+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241945941760710514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SL8iD55yl3I/AAAAAAAAAPc/6Rvay1lfMI0/s400/First+day+of+school+2008+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She doesn't look scared at all. She doesn't even look like she's going to miss me even a little bit (maybe it's that yelling and screaming thing again?!?!?) I guess I have some work to do on myself while Caleb, Zach and Kalie are in school?!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, now for the crafts...I decided to try my hand at applique onesies. My friend Suze (&lt;a href="http://suzenelson.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html"&gt;http://suzenelson.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;) made some adorable puppy and kitty ones for her son Jasper and I loved them, so here's my rendition (for my friend's baby). Thanks for the link Suze ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SL9CMt8A_II/AAAAAAAAAPk/YjpH5LUl4uk/s1600-h/onesies+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241981277539728514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SL9CMt8A_II/AAAAAAAAAPk/YjpH5LUl4uk/s320/onesies+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SL9CNiTe-aI/AAAAAAAAAQE/pNldVnRAEYQ/s1600-h/onesies+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241981291596806562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SL9CNiTe-aI/AAAAAAAAAQE/pNldVnRAEYQ/s320/onesies+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Flowers, of course&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SL9CNNc2XhI/AAAAAAAAAP0/U0ahvLA8bLM/s1600-h/onesies+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241981285998943762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SL9CNNc2XhI/AAAAAAAAAP0/U0ahvLA8bLM/s320/onesies+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;princess crown, typical&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SL9CMxwUvWI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Zs6lJO7UXMo/s1600-h/onesies+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241981278564433250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SL9CMxwUvWI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Zs6lJO7UXMo/s320/onesies+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;M for Morgan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SL9CNcofrLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/_y27K0uLLvs/s1600-h/onesies+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241981290074320050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SL9CNcofrLI/AAAAAAAAAP8/_y27K0uLLvs/s320/onesies+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Butterflies, who can resist?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So there you have it...more to come later...baby's gonna get a blanket too~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SL9De2BWoVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/W1BXde7rzag/s1600-h/signature.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241982688458875218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SL9De2BWoVI/AAAAAAAAAQM/W1BXde7rzag/s200/signature.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-6570103956873499947?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6570103956873499947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=6570103956873499947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/6570103956873499947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/6570103956873499947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SL8eSiLeFvI/AAAAAAAAAPM/dOMPMoAegcM/s72-c/First+day+of+school+2008+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-8548298604527406890</id><published>2008-08-28T14:53:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:51:59.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently I can make bags too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SLcG7Ky94bI/AAAAAAAAAO0/6oWRE_n_nB8/s1600-h/Aprons+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SLcG8KhlkyI/AAAAAAAAAPE/iw2ffupAnPI/s1600-h/Aprons+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Recently, I decided I wanted a bag I could sling across my chest and be "hands free". Something I could just put a check book, phone, keys and a lipstick in when I need to run to Target or the grocery store. So I hit the internet for a free pattern. Internet did not disappoint. I found this really cute, super easy pattern that I could modify for a smaller bag for Kalie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amy wanted a bag too. I had some notion a million years ago that I would make my own diaper bag for Kalie and bought a pattern but never used it...until now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I did find a limit to my craftiness though. Don't ask me to make you an oven mitt. It was a sad experience. I will post pictures later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-6e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=72057594050140270&amp;amp;site=widget-6e.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=72057594050140270&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6e.slide.com/p1/72057594050140270/bb_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=72057594050140270&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6e.slide.com/p2/72057594050140270/bb_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=72057594050140270&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-6e.slide.com/p4/72057594050140270/bb_t014_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-8548298604527406890?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8548298604527406890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=8548298604527406890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/8548298604527406890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/8548298604527406890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/08/apparently-i-can-make-bags-too.html' title='Apparently I can make bags too!'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-5524672021121868224</id><published>2008-08-18T10:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:19:51.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Happy Customer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SKmRoWtOLoI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Io8i7vThs3Q/s1600-h/Aprons+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235876164270960258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SKmRoWtOLoI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Io8i7vThs3Q/s320/Aprons+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I sold my first apron last week! I am thrilled even though there was not some astronomical bidding war. Apron went to one person who got a steal of a deal at $10. I was amazed at her fast feedback...how many times have I waited months for some people to leave those 80-some characters? Buyer said: "Adorable apron. We rec'd so many compliments at my 5 yr olds cooking b'day party".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hooray! One happy customer and one happy seller! My heart is singing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have decided to start listing aprons on Etsy.com. It's a place to buy and sell &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; things handmade! Hello. I think they created this site for me (humble, aren't I). You can find me at GerberaDaisyCrazy (another place I'm going to change the banner a million times until I'm happy) or go here: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6117186"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6117186&lt;/a&gt;. It's cheaper to list than eBay and way more fun, I think! Let me know what you think of my new site (spread the word too) and also let me know what would be a good price for Aprons. How else can I jazz it up and make it appealing and sell-able.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-5524672021121868224?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5524672021121868224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=5524672021121868224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/5524672021121868224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/5524672021121868224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-happy-customer.html' title='One Happy Customer'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SKmRoWtOLoI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Io8i7vThs3Q/s72-c/Aprons+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-6095827447780049308</id><published>2008-07-31T22:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:37:50.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The girl with too many hobbies ~Part One~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes. That's me. For some strange reason, I have this urge to take on hobbies. It's like the urge to change my blog layout, background and profile pictures. For some reason I cannot be happy with one. This month's hobby is apron making. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have literally been sweating over aprons this week. About 5 months ago I saw this apron on &lt;a href="http://lazyorganizer.com/blog/"&gt;lazyorganizer.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt;. And I just had to have the book she used to make it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I bought said book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SJKGn_LkK3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/saR_7YRgC-E/s1600-h/retro+aprons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229390138863528818" style="WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="145" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SJKGn_LkK3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/saR_7YRgC-E/s200/retro+aprons.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I made an apron for Kalie, it was THE cutest thing ever! My friend Amy loved it so much, she asked for one for her daughter, Emma. I also made boy aprons for Zach and her son, Logan. They are adorable. Caleb has yet to get his apron though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, Kalie and I were running errands (no, not to Aaron's. This really confuses Kalie) and we stopped by the fabric store (actually, it was calling my name) and I accidentally found some cute fabric I thought was on sale (that's another story), and bought it. I was planning on this being "my" apron (forgot to mention that I loved the apron book so much, I bought the "mom" version of the book). Since I had enough fabric, I made an adult apron and a kid apron and think I might try to sell them on eBay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just add it to the list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sewing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cake baking/decorating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Knitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Card making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;oooo, don't forget the paper making fiasco of 1998&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Blogging (Blogger, Myspace &amp;amp; Facebook)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Somehow my amazing husband (and family) put up with my incessant "hobbying". I am sure there are plenty I couldn't even remember to add, dating way back to early childhood years (i.e. bracelet making, cross stitch, calligraphy, drawing). It's not that I look for hobbies. I just see things and I think &lt;em&gt;"I could totally do that". &lt;/em&gt;I try it. I like it. Then I blog about it. Then all the "parts" I invested in, get put in a box, until I decide to get rid of them or they come back in style!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SJKOrjuN4cI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WkxbPoCXGDQ/s1600-h/Aprons+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229398996305174978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SJKOrjuN4cI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WkxbPoCXGDQ/s320/Aprons+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mother Daughter aprons for sale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SJKPDJNAJpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/E-qPb7_OWd8/s1600-h/Aprons+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229399401503401618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SJKPDJNAJpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/E-qPb7_OWd8/s320/Aprons+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fashionable! Retro! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A must have for the domestic goddess in you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I really wish I hadn't had that Iced Hazelnut Coffee at 5 p.m. I'm wide awake. Maybe now I have time to finish that scarf I started knitting two years ago! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85702/rebekkah/08b082dd73b5b52bb91bdeb6b7be3b9c.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-6095827447780049308?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6095827447780049308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=6095827447780049308' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/6095827447780049308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/6095827447780049308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/07/girl-with-too-many-hobbies-part-one.html' title='The girl with too many hobbies ~Part One~'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SJKGn_LkK3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/saR_7YRgC-E/s72-c/retro+aprons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-4513135574056820165</id><published>2008-07-28T15:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T15:55:42.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>made ya look</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I made you all look!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But as long as you are here, you might as well stay awhile and check out my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;For any of you slightly confused, please check out this CaringBridge site for my cousin Mary and see where I signed her guestbook:  &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/cb/viewHome.do"&gt;http://www.caringbridge.org/cb/viewHome.do&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-4513135574056820165?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4513135574056820165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=4513135574056820165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/4513135574056820165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/4513135574056820165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/07/made-ya-look.html' title='made ya look'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-1343475399671997226</id><published>2008-07-25T07:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T08:09:22.338-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just thought I would share this incredible, touching story that I saw on KARE11 last night.  Please go to this site and read or watch the story about Amy Taylor!  I hope that if I were to be diagnosed with a terminal illness, I could handle it with as much grace as Amy.  I am sure that she has horrible days and painful days.  But she is an inspiration to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kare11.com/news/news_article.aspx?storyid=519872&amp;amp;GID=GZEuH26kwV0TSAECrdCaI58H55O18aus9DlpD1WrQac%3D"&gt;http://www.kare11.com/news/news_article.aspx?storyid=519872&amp;amp;GID=GZEuH26kwV0TSAECrdCaI58H55O18aus9DlpD1WrQac%3D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is Amy Taylors CaringBridge site: &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/amytaylor"&gt;http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/amytaylor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-1343475399671997226?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1343475399671997226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=1343475399671997226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/1343475399671997226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/1343475399671997226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/07/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-22925476275057634</id><published>2008-07-09T14:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T14:50:20.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Land of the Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-51.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=72057594050052177&amp;amp;site=widget-51.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=72057594050052177&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-51.slide.com/p1/72057594050052177/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=72057594050052177&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-51.slide.com/p2/72057594050052177/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=72057594050052177&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-51.slide.com/p4/72057594050052177/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We had a great 4th of July! We started the day out with the good ole Delano Parade. The kids collected loads of candy, way more that Halloween even. And we saw many friends and had a wonderful time. After the parade, we drove out to Mahtomedi and went to grandma and grandpa's for a long weekend! We spend the afternoon at Uncle Paul's swimming and catching up with family. Later in the evening, we sprayed the bug spray and walked down to the lake for the fireworks show. They were beautiful...but the kids had a looong day and barely made it...we had to start walking before the grand finale!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85702/rebekkah/08b082dd73b5b52bb91bdeb6b7be3b9c.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-22925476275057634?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/22925476275057634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=22925476275057634' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/22925476275057634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/22925476275057634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/07/land-of-free.html' title='Land of the Free'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-4260952650755334590</id><published>2008-07-03T18:54:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T07:41:33.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like my Sig?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SO I found this really cool thingy...turns out it's called a "signature". I have one on my email and thought it would be neat to add it to my bloggy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had some time to kill (ie waiting for my blood to stop boiling so I wouldn't beat one of my children silly). I was just sitting here perusing blogs and found a link to a signature place. Fun fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My husband if off at an interview (praise God, for the interview, not that he's gone), I was cleaning up dinner and the fighting. O the fighting. I am so tired of the fighting. Those boys just do not know when to stop. So I sent them to their room (maybe that's the problem, too much time together) so I could calm down before I spanked them out of anger. That's when said perusing happened and all the signature stuff and now here I am blogging aimlessly. But they are playing oh-so-nicely in the next room. Maybe I won't need to spank them after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85702/rebekkah/08b082dd73b5b52bb91bdeb6b7be3b9c.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-4260952650755334590?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4260952650755334590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=4260952650755334590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/4260952650755334590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/4260952650755334590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/07/like-my-sig.html' title='Like my Sig?'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-6874335883676896290</id><published>2008-06-27T09:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:13:58.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Big Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I suppose I could get into major trouble for doing this...but I took this article off the White Bear Press site.  &lt;strong&gt;I am in no way crediting myself for this article.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just thought I was really fun to see a picture of my baby brother Aaron and an article about what he did.  He is going to have his 15 minutes of fame.  "Well, done brother!" (he's the one in the blue shirt!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My parents are friends of the Donatelle's and we have been going to their restaurant since before I can remember!  Their food is wonderful...pizza to die for!  I even remember my parents threw me a surprise party there when I turned 12!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SGT_dF7SyyI/AAAAAAAAALA/yD_dPJ9IH9c/s1600-h/aaron+and+guy+fieri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216575143674039074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SGT_dF7SyyI/AAAAAAAAALA/yD_dPJ9IH9c/s320/aaron+and+guy+fieri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Food Channel host Guy Fieri was in White Bear Lake to film at Donatelli’s with owners Trish Appleby and Steve Donatelle. The restaurant will be featured on the show "Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives" this fall. — Submitted photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Donatelli's not your average 'Diner, Drive-in or Dive'&lt;br /&gt;Jun 25, 2008 - 10:19:34 CDT.&lt;br /&gt;by Mike Morgan   Staff WriterWHITE BEAR LAKE — &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Donatelli's soon will be known far outside its loyal local customer base.The restaurant is being featured on "Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives," a Food Channel program. A crew from the show was in town recently for two days of nearly constant filming.It all started when a former local resident now working as a producer on the show was in town eating at Donnatelli's — as she often had growing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thinking the establishment would fit the show, she sought out Trish Appleby, one of the restaurant's operators who was working at the time.Appleby later spent a few hours talking on the phone with another producer describing Donatelli's independent nature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She learned that the "Diners" series focuses on independent restaurants that make a sizable portion of their offerings from scratch.Additionally, the show only features restaurants that are one-of-a-kind and aren't looking to expand into chains, Appleby said.The criteria fit perfect with Donatelli's. It's been open for decades and makes its own Italian cuisine originally derived from owner Steve Donatelle's family recipes, said Trish, his wife, who goes by the last name Appleby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, Donatelli's opened as a pizza place in 1979 and has stayed with one owner ever since. It attracts longtime employees and regular customers, some of whom have been going long enough that staff members are meeting their grandchildren.The ever-changing menu of homemade food, along with a few signature dishes, impressed the show's makers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of food the staff makes each day impressed the crew as well, said Appleby.The show's host, Guy Fieri, watched longtime cooks Aaron Liedl and Jessica Kissell create the restaurant's pasta, sausage, pizza, meat balls and other Italian cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, the film crew shot footage from 8 a.m. to midnight June 1 and 6 a.m. to 8 p.m. June 3. They interviewed staff members and customers and got plenty of shots of the food — all for a televised segment that will probably last about 12 minutes."I'm curious to see how it comes out," Appleby said. "It was a really interesting experience."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those wondering how the show's creators select which restaurants to feature, Appleby said they're basically chosen through word of mouth, often through suggestions from people who operate the featured restaurants.Appleby said she suggested the crew head to Florida for a restaurant she frequents there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Donatelli's segment in the spotlight, Appleby says many customers are fans of the program and can't wait to see their favorite local dining spot featured."Every day, people ask when it's going to be on," she said.The date has yet to be set, but the episode featuring Donatelli's is expected to air this fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-6874335883676896290?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6874335883676896290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=6874335883676896290' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/6874335883676896290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/6874335883676896290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/06/proud-big-sister.html' title='Proud Big Sister'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SGT_dF7SyyI/AAAAAAAAALA/yD_dPJ9IH9c/s72-c/aaron+and+guy+fieri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-3655294730584904095</id><published>2008-06-26T09:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:04:57.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RBS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know.  Everytime you come to this blog, it's a new color, isn't it?  I think I have a condition called Restless Blog Syndrome.  It flairs up quite often.  I contunually have the intense need to change things, improve things or make them look just right.  I have no idea where it comes from.  But everyday, I log on and think "it just does not look right".  Sadly, I spend countless hours looking for the "right" blogger template.  It's ruining my life, my children are suffering from lack of attention.  So is my husband.  My house is a wreck.  ;o)  Consequently, I have the same urge when I log onto my MySpace account.  "MUST CHANGE BACKGROUND.  MUST CHANGE PROFILE PICTURE."  What's to become of me?  Maybe I'm just calling out for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-3655294730584904095?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3655294730584904095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=3655294730584904095' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/3655294730584904095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/3655294730584904095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/06/rbs.html' title='RBS'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-4244400730895462199</id><published>2008-06-24T13:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:51:11.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh, Summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SGFHT2NRHoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Hdzp9UePaAE/s1600-h/june+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215528249765994114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SGFHT2NRHoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Hdzp9UePaAE/s320/june+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was a fun in the sun kind of day. For the purpose of watering the ever crunchy grass, the sprinklers had been turned on and all children were dressed in their swimming suits. It's a good 84* in Minnesota and the perfect day for causing a sprinkler raucous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SGFHUEz9D7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/fANtlZNPITc/s1600-h/june+2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215528253686353842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SGFHUEz9D7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/fANtlZNPITc/s320/june+2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So innocent looking and yet so full of mischief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SGFHUSMjozI/AAAAAAAAAKo/gV7xc074_c0/s1600-h/june+2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215528257279206194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SGFHUSMjozI/AAAAAAAAAKo/gV7xc074_c0/s320/june+2008+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's get some sun on that boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SGFHUjGiBLI/AAAAAAAAAKw/mxvIKhjrif0/s1600-h/june+2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215528261817337010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SGFHUjGiBLI/AAAAAAAAAKw/mxvIKhjrif0/s320/june+2008+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's always a good idea to remember your rain boots whilst running in the sprinkler! And always bring your Frisbee so you can shield yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SGFHVIrzaQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/2KKvIroHQPI/s1600-h/june+2008+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215528271905777922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SGFHVIrzaQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/2KKvIroHQPI/s320/june+2008+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our buddy Logan came to play and ride bikes. We had a Lemonade stand, which soon became the Medical Station due to the perils of biking, it's brutal. But the Raspberry Lemonade abounds and now 5 children are fast asleep at 2:33 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-4244400730895462199?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4244400730895462199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=4244400730895462199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/4244400730895462199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/4244400730895462199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-was-fun-in-sun-kind-of-day.html' title='Ahhhh, Summer!'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SGFHT2NRHoI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Hdzp9UePaAE/s72-c/june+2008+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-3220601684811645127</id><published>2008-06-12T07:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:54:40.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Age of Electronics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SFEstdAyWpI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/XxnsgcXkYnk/s1600-h/plugin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210995403238038162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SFEstdAyWpI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/XxnsgcXkYnk/s320/plugin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;few weeks ago, we borrowed my parents digital camcorder to record Kalie's preschool graduation. As we were driving home from their house in Mahtomedi&lt;/span&gt;, Brian and I were discussing how we had to plug it in to charge it for the next day. The next morning, graduation day, Kalie was sitting in my room while I was putting on my makeup. I had the television on to the Today Show and they were talking about Cord Blood Stem Cell banking (the process of saving the umbilical cord after a baby is born to use the blood for other life saving purposes). Remembering a conversation she had with Brian not too long ago, Kalie said, "remember when dad cut Caleb's umbilical cord after he was born, mom? (that was a pretty interesting conversation for her) Well, mom, did dad do that because Caleb was done charging?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We just live in the age where everything has to be charged, phones, cameras, ipods etc. But what an interesting concept of people being charged. I could really use a plug-in right about now. I feel like my battery is completely drained at this point. It has been many hard weeks of waiting on the Lord to provide a job for Brian. My kids are starting to feel it. We all have a heavy weight about us. We have grown weary. But a verse in Isaiah says "...those who trust in the Lord will find new strength. They will soar high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint" (Isaiah 40:31 NLT). So today, I need to plug myself in to God, He will give me the "charge" I need to keep myself from growing weary.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please see this link &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rbc.org/devotionals/my-utmost-for-his-highest/06/11/devotion.aspx?year=2008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.rbc.org/devotionals/my-utmost-for-his-highest/06/11/devotion.aspx?year=2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I read this this morning (it was actually yesterdays devo) after I&lt;/span&gt; wrote this blog.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-3220601684811645127?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3220601684811645127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=3220601684811645127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/3220601684811645127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/3220601684811645127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/06/age-of-electronics.html' title='Age of Electronics'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SFEstdAyWpI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/XxnsgcXkYnk/s72-c/plugin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-323889631063921018</id><published>2008-06-03T08:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T08:46:04.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Protection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SEVJf_UM9wI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pB9SyAhQ-lw/s1600-h/lord+protect+me.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207649358044788482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SEVJf_UM9wI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pB9SyAhQ-lw/s400/lord+protect+me.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SEVImD5dxpI/AAAAAAAAAJI/DHAzTHbaTJ8/s1600-h/lord+protect+me.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this cartoon was great. And exactly what I need to always remember: God is protecting me from the big stones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not sure where this cartoon originated but it was sent to me in an email. One I surely needed to see. I had already been through the "why?" Now I just need to remember that God is in control of the outcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(if it's too small to see, click on the image, I think it will enlarge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2622268465728176448-323889631063921018?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/323889631063921018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=323889631063921018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/323889631063921018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/323889631063921018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-thought-this-cartoon-was-great.html' title='God&apos;s Protection'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SEVJf_UM9wI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pB9SyAhQ-lw/s72-c/lord+protect+me.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-988485535013877232</id><published>2008-05-28T19:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T19:37:50.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD33Sj5jIBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/z6ZiET3EYRo/s1600-h/Kalie+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205588642556485650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD33Sj5jIBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/z6ZiET3EYRo/s320/Kalie+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kalie had her preschool graduation yesterday. I can't believe she is off to Kindergarten in the Fall. And I also can't believe that after four years of Tues/Thurs. morning drop-offs, I will no longer be driving to Joyful Heart Preschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD34Oz5jIEI/AAAAAAAAAI0/UQEZ2T1vaH0/s1600-h/Sculpture+Gardens+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD33Rz5jIAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/h9OZL8m-QoI/s1600-h/Kalie+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205588629671583746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD33Rz5jIAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/h9OZL8m-QoI/s320/Kalie+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;It seems like just yesterday we were dropping Caleb off at Preschool and Kalie was still in the baby car seat and everyone oh-ed &amp;amp; ah-ed over her massive curly hair (which is completely gone).  We will miss Mrs. Carlson and Mrs. Kuka and are thankful for the love and patience they have given our kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD35cj5jIFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/y44UKlTPl2g/s1600-h/Kalie+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205591013378433106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD35cj5jIFI/AAAAAAAAAI8/y44UKlTPl2g/s320/Kalie+157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She is going to be huge the next time we take graduation pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hats off to you Kalie dear...we love you and thank God for you everyday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-988485535013877232?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/988485535013877232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=988485535013877232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/988485535013877232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/988485535013877232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/05/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations!'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD33Sj5jIBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/z6ZiET3EYRo/s72-c/Kalie+133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-7643311034909885236</id><published>2008-05-28T13:29:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T17:44:23.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stewart Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, it's been awhile since I blogged but it's not for a lack of trying that's for sure. For the past three weeks, life has been crazy at the Stewart House. The last thing I blogged was Brian's Birthday on May 3rd. The weekend after that was Mother's day. We went to my brother's house in Wyoming Minnesota and he cooked an amazing dinner for us. It was really a wonderful treat. He works at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://donatellis.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Donatelli's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; in White Bear Lake, Minnesota (they are going to be featured on the Food Networks' "Diners, Drive-ins and Dives". They start taping this Sunday.) He also entertained us all by driving my kids around on his dirt bike.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD24QT5jH7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/jYMdZfNdY1g/s1600-h/Aaron%27s+House+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205519334669230002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD24QT5jH7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/jYMdZfNdY1g/s200/Aaron%27s+House+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD24Qz5jH8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/q1XT8JpDImc/s1600-h/Aaron%27s+House+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205519343259164610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD24Qz5jH8I/AAAAAAAAAH0/q1XT8JpDImc/s200/Aaron%27s+House+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD24PD5jH5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/BliEgzDYWOs/s1600-h/Aaron%27s+House+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205519313194393490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD24PD5jH5I/AAAAAAAAAHc/BliEgzDYWOs/s200/Aaron%27s+House+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD24Pz5jH6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/O5y5ELXNYOc/s1600-h/Aaron%27s+House+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205519326079295394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD24Pz5jH6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/O5y5ELXNYOc/s200/Aaron%27s+House+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The following Monday, Brian's mom flew in from California to stay with us. Which was wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;On Wednesday, Amy and I left the U.S. and flew to Switzerland to see Kim for the Ultimate Mom's night out! It was wonderful. Sooooo good to see Kim and the rest of the Weed's. To live their life for a few days and make some memories was so awesome. We even got to go to Paris for the weekend. How many people get to say "I'm going to Paris for the weekend"? I felt lucky to have Kim and Amy to share the experience with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD21pT5jH2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/sHrPWGLSIxk/s1600-h/Girl%27s+Gone+Wild+Paris+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205516465631076194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD21pT5jH2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/sHrPWGLSIxk/s200/Girl%27s+Gone+Wild+Paris+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD21qT5jH3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/XaqvV51s1Es/s1600-h/Girl%27s+Gone+Wild+Paris+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205516482810945394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD21qT5jH3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/XaqvV51s1Es/s200/Girl%27s+Gone+Wild+Paris+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD21rD5jH4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/20kIKXLXRyc/s1600-h/Girl%27s+Gone+Wild+Paris+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205516495695847298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD21rD5jH4I/AAAAAAAAAHU/20kIKXLXRyc/s200/Girl%27s+Gone+Wild+Paris+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD21oD5jH1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/LrIq6hVZ9Jw/s1600-h/Girl%27s+Gone+Wild+Paris+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205516444156239698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD21oD5jH1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/LrIq6hVZ9Jw/s200/Girl%27s+Gone+Wild+Paris+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then this past weekend, we went to my mom and dad's in Mahtomedi and got caught in a storm. Monday morning was the Memorial Day Parade which goes right by my parents house and lasts for all of 15 minutes, But it's a tradition and the kids love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD26hj5jH9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/aWdM_lZrO34/s1600-h/Memorial+Day+2008+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205521830045229010" style="WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" height="192" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD26hj5jH9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/aWdM_lZrO34/s320/Memorial+Day+2008+020.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD26iD5jH-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/AZFD8Tl0qrE/s1600-h/Memorial+Day+2008+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205521838635163618" style="WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="194" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD26iD5jH-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/AZFD8Tl0qrE/s320/Memorial+Day+2008+037.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD26jT5jH_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/JL92F1E-fDM/s1600-h/Memorial+Day+2008+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205521860110000114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD26jT5jH_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/JL92F1E-fDM/s320/Memorial+Day+2008+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So there you have it. Three weeks in a nutshell!&lt;/span&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/2622268465728176448-7643311034909885236?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7643311034909885236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=7643311034909885236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/7643311034909885236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/7643311034909885236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/05/stewart-update.html' title='Stewart Update'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SD24QT5jH7I/AAAAAAAAAHs/jYMdZfNdY1g/s72-c/Aaron%27s+House+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-7361319679804622917</id><published>2008-05-04T16:43:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T16:56:04.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SB4uvu3DKMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xUwWQdDRBnw/s1600-h/Steph+and+Joe%27s+Wedding+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196642417599785154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SB4uvu3DKMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xUwWQdDRBnw/s320/Steph+and+Joe%27s+Wedding+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Happy 32nd Birthday Brian!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This weekend we celebrated Brian's Birthday. It was wonderful! My mom and dad took the kids for us and we got to sleep in and we went shopping, to a movie and to a fabulous dinner at our favorite restaurant, Bellenotte! I was so fun to finally spend some much needed "us" time together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, Happy Birthday my love! Here's to another year of growing older together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-7361319679804622917?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7361319679804622917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=7361319679804622917' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/7361319679804622917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/7361319679804622917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/05/wonderful-weekend.html' title='Wonderful weekend!'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SB4uvu3DKMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xUwWQdDRBnw/s72-c/Steph+and+Joe%27s+Wedding+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-578431573713512544</id><published>2008-04-30T21:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:55:39.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray, I finally found some blog fodder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, it was a beautiful day out (it had rained the previous day/night) and the kids were playing in the backyard while I "sunned" myself. Before I knew it, Kalie and Noah were up on the deck and they were fussing around in the cooler that had been left open during said rain. Wondering what they were doing, I went to inspect. Apparently, while I "sunned" they had collected worms that were still water logged from the rain. Not a couple, mind you. They had one of those kid IKEA cups about 1/3 full of worms. And they were "giving them a bath" in the ice cold water from the dousing the night before. I can imagine their little worm hearts giving their last beat as they were plunged (repeatedly) into the chilly water. Well, at least they were clean worms, didn't need to worry about germs now did I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Later, after being in and out of the house several times, for lunch and diaper changes and squabbles, (not to mention extreme hand washing after the worm incident), we were back outside. Having just stepped through the door onto the deck and seeing a 3 foot stick laid out on the rail of the porch, two thoughts struck me: 1) Where did the kids get the rope? and 2) How on earth did they wrap it around the stick so nicely? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Upon closer examination I realized it wasn't a rope but worms, quite a few of them I might add, carefully laid out to "dry" (bake???). Sadly, some of them were quite crispy by the time I got there. And I think all of them had gone to the big dirt pit in the sky, if not from the overabundant swimming experience they had just enjoyed but the horrific sun bathing accident. Not a pretty sight but blog fodder nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195235227399825586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SBku6e3DKLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/y56zvUrXBNI/s320/worms+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2622268465728176448-578431573713512544?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/578431573713512544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=578431573713512544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/578431573713512544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/578431573713512544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/04/hooray-i-finally-found-some-blog-fodder.html' title='Hooray, I finally found some blog fodder'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SBku6e3DKLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/y56zvUrXBNI/s72-c/worms+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-8937763159283783294</id><published>2008-03-17T10:18:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T16:43:19.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasonally Confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/R97l2ygifFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FEEt-WLCBoA/s1600-h/march+snow+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178829350956596306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/R97l2ygifFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FEEt-WLCBoA/s200/march+snow+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes. After much bike riding and "spring coat wearing" this weekend/past week, my children are riding bikes...outside...with snow pants, winter coats, hats, mittens, and boots on. Mind you...it's snowing...AGAIN. It's really quite amusing...the seasonal confusion, not the snow. As you know it's my worst enemy. Just when we started to see grass, not necessarily GREEN grass, but grass none-the-less, it SNOWS...AGAIN! I am stuck in my own personal hell. Pray for me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/R96RrSgifCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/g7hkB3Z1Zvw/s1600-h/march+snow+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178736794411367458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/R96RrSgifCI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/g7hkB3Z1Zvw/s200/march+snow+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do bicycles even come with snow tires? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because I think we need them today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-8937763159283783294?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8937763159283783294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=8937763159283783294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/8937763159283783294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/8937763159283783294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/03/seasonally-confused.html' title='Seasonally Confused'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/R97l2ygifFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FEEt-WLCBoA/s72-c/march+snow+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-5394826510480422224</id><published>2008-03-17T08:42:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T16:38:12.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stuff we really want to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why do you have the number of children you have?&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Well, we have two boys then a girl. (Three kids in 2.5 years). Kalie just seemed like a perfect way to end our family. She is our princess and will always be...if we could have chosen the order of our children, it was always boy, boy, girl...so the boys could protect their sister. I'm glad that's the way we were blessed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. What do you think about a woman running for President? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I think it's history in the making. I know women have done many amazing things over the years. Since we have never had a woman president I question how a woman would make decisions based on facts and not emotions, though. Clinton would not be my choice, for the record.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. How do you feel about teenagers in today's society and on what authority do you have these feelings? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Teenagers are interesting. I know teenagers today are doing things I would have never considered doing when I was that age. I know they get a bad rap at times but I also know (because my husband has been working with Jr Highers and High schoolers for 15 years) that they can be challenged spiritually like no adult can. They have a faith in God that is pure faith. Once we become adults so many things get in the way of our faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Why do you like the music you do? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I love music that makes me want to get up and move. I don't like any artists in particular but I do like songs that make me want to dance or clap my hands or swoop my children into my arms and spin them around! I love it all, country, pop, oldies, rock and the occasional rap song! I love songs that bring me back to another time and place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Do you believe we are a product of our upbringing or do you think we create who we are by our experiences? Why? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I think we are both. I think that we are highly influenced by how our parents raised (or didn't raise) us. I also believe that the way we are raised causes us to make certain choices in a certain way. We do forge out on our own from under the shelter of our parents and fumble with choices but I think our upbringing brings us back around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. What color shoes do you have on? Just kidding!!! What is your greatest strength? (Don't be humble, be honest.) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My greatest strength...when I figure it out, I'll let you know. Any suggestion welcome. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. What are you thoughts on Homeschooling? Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I think it's great, more power to the mom's who can do it...but it IS NOT for me. I think it produces kids who are wonderful thinkers. On occasion I have seen it produce kids who are socially challenged though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Why do you like your spouse? Come on be specific!!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Brian is an amazing man. He is a hard worker and he is highly motivated to take care of our family. I know that he stands behind all that I do and I know that he will still love me wholly 100 years from now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. What are your thoughts on texting (cell phones, not IM)? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I love my cell phone and I love texting my husband. I can give him little encouragements throughout the day and/or grocery lists&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. What kind of car do you want and why? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;2008 Ford Mustang GT in Silver, because it's cooler than a minivan. Or a Lexus GX for when I have the kids, ya know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. What do you need to be happy, really happy? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;See #10 hahahaha, just kidding. I think to be happy I really just need to let go of the little things that bother me on a daily basis. I need to give so much over to God to be in control. I find I need to be in control a lot and it just never works out right for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;12. What memory makes you smile every time you think of it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My babies when they were freshly born, holding them in my arms. And praying in the prayer room (at Crown College) with Brian before our first date.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;13. Describe in one word how you feel at this very moment. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;14. If you could redo one moment in time what would it be and would it completely change your whole life or just a situation? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Well, without going into the details there is a moment I would love to changed that would have made my life very different, but I also know that it has shaped me into the person I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. OK, you have done so good so here's the last one...Did you feel like this survey challenged your thoughts a bit? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It was hard...I had to really think and I started and restarted it several times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-5394826510480422224?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5394826510480422224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=5394826510480422224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/5394826510480422224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/5394826510480422224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/03/survey.html' title='A Survey'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-1441331484152355848</id><published>2008-03-09T20:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T16:39:16.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twas'</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Twas' the night before Monday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and all through the house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not a creature was stirring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but maybe a mouse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The children were nestled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all snug in their beds, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on top of the covers in sleeping bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With mom still in jammies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and dad in Arizona, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it had been a long day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mom needed a Corona!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The dishes were done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in the washer with care, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in hopes come morn' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a cupboard they'd share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The coffee was ready, "brew" button pushed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;perkin' at 6, I won't be draggin' &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; tush!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Homework finished. Tears shed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baths taken, stories read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were all lucky no one was dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So there you all have it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the blog that I bode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I am off to pick up toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in my humble abode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for they lay on the floor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I wish them out of sight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy Sunday to all and to all a good night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-1441331484152355848?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1441331484152355848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=1441331484152355848' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/1441331484152355848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/1441331484152355848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/03/twas.html' title='Twas&apos;'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-191873491505719837</id><published>2008-03-05T18:39:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T19:54:22.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee, Green Grass &amp; Smack Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/R89OG52DcpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-Z6KBq99CjU/s1600-h/winter+2007+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://art.gnome.org/download/backgrounds/nature/3175/Other-GreenMeadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://art.gnome.org/download/backgrounds/nature/3175/Other-GreenMeadow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So it seems as if some people are not too happy with my blog, or lack-there-of. So I have been informed that I need to add something, anything, other than that stupid "Addendum" blog. So Amy and Kim, this is for you, and anyone else who checks daily hoping for a nugget, just some little ole nugget of info.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No. I can't write about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmmmmm, not that either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What abouuuutttttttt....no that won't work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's see...maybe, I think I have seen this before...&lt;em&gt;5 Things I love for the 5th of March???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Da da da da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things I love for the 5th of March&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. When my kids come running after dinner to give me a kiss because their father has said to them "You better kiss your mother good-bye". We have a little tradition after dinner at the Stewart house, it's called "Smack Down". What it entails, well, let me just tell you that recently we had to put a stop to Smack Down because we didn't have health insurance! Now that United Health has us covered, it's on, baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Even though it gets annoying at times, I love the way my kids fight over who gets to sit by me at dinner or while we snuggle before bed, no assigned seats here, folks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. The way Kalie stumbles into the kitchen in the morning and sleepily asks me for coffee (in her teeny tiny San Diego Zoo mug). She's ready for Switzerland, Kim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Good friends, good coffee (Dunkin Donuts) and great conversation. Thanks for always listening girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Drum roll please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;And the number one thing I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;just kidding, I really hate snow and I cannot wait to see green grass again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;...currently not found anywhere in Minnesota due to the ridiculous amounts of snow that have fallen over the past 5 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So there you have it. A new blog. And lucky for you, I have two others in the works, just to keep you coming back!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-191873491505719837?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/191873491505719837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=191873491505719837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/191873491505719837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/191873491505719837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/03/coffee-green-grass-smack-down.html' title='Coffee, Green Grass &amp; Smack Down'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-4871941308110789280</id><published>2008-02-05T07:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T12:56:14.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Addendum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The homework fiasco of last week worked itself out.  Remember I wrote the letter to Mrs. Schleper explaining that we didn't finish?  Well, she sent a letter back explaining that we &lt;strong&gt;didn't need to read it all&lt;/strong&gt;.  It was just for fluency!  Good ole fluency!  Hooray.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-4871941308110789280?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4871941308110789280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=4871941308110789280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/4871941308110789280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/4871941308110789280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/02/addendum.html' title='Addendum'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-5050175913716864683</id><published>2008-01-28T07:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T08:43:53.414-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>What a way to start Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;First off let me tell you that this weekend was not the norm. I have been sick. I feel like I just got over a cold and now it's back. It's nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have not been myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday as Brian sat in a library room struggling with his Edward Jones homework, I cracked the whip at the kids (not literally). They pretty much did chores for three hours. I kept repeating the mantra "we all have to do things we don't like to do". But they did them. And I was thankful. This left me to do some things that needed to be done. For instance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;finish the mountain of laundry and vacuum the laundry room floor that has been covered with said laundry. Now I just have to put it all away. =[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Clean the overflowing, smelly cat box. Not my favorite job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Organize the books in the boys room and clean under the bed...I think I threw away 10 pounds of junk (old books, "baby" books, broken toys and of course, the ample amount of "artwork" that comes home from school).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;scrub the dickens out of the boys bathroom (eeewww, it almost smelled worse than the cat box)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday, Brian blessed me by taking the kids to church and the mall play area so I could stay home to rest.  By Myself.  Which I did, half-hearted (why is this hard for moms?)  I ended up listing things to sell on eBay.  They probably aren't even going to sell.  The kids and Brian came home and we rested some more.  All the while, Caleb's homework burning a hole in his backpack.  Unfortunately, procrastinator me, has taught him how to procrastinate.  Bad news.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;This brings us to this morning.  Good Ole Monday.  Brian left at 5:30 to get crackin' on his homework for the day.  I rolled out of bed at 6:45 after being given a slight heart attack by the sound of the alarm.  Stumbled to the kitchen to make some much needed coffee...no coffee filters!  BAH! I had to supplement by folding a paper towel.  I MUST have coffee!  Kalie gave me heart attack #2 by standing behind me without saying anything.  Off to get the boys up.  Caleb is already an emotional wreck but he manages to get dressed and come upstairs so we can tackle his homework, which is USUALLY 3 stories to read maybe 4.  Easy Peasy.  We can do this while we eat breakfast.  Well, it was &lt;em&gt;12&lt;/em&gt; stories!  There is no way to explain the feeling I had.  I reverted back to high school days and felt sick to my stomach with the thought that this homework was not going to get done.  With all of my lessons on Saturday about doing things we didn't want to do but had to, I forgot to mention that we always have responsibilities.  And homework is his responsibility.  But it's my responsibility to remind him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I felt like a failure.  If I had opened his backpack on Friday, I would have seen that it was not usual homework.  We would have worked all weekend to read 4 stories each day so it wouldn't have been such a big deal.  I wrote Mrs. Schleper a note, explaining that 'we hadn't finished the homework and I kept it home so it would get done tonight.  I would return the book tomorrow'.  Was that the right thing to do?  It was a parenting problem...we dropped the ball.  I could have signed the homework sheet and said he did it when he hadn't.  I could have "forgotten" to put the book in his backpack and returned it tomorrow completed, without saying anything.  Surely she must know that it was my fault anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;School was always hard for me.  Homework was hard.  I hated taking tests.  I had friends who didn't study and still got A's and B's...I studied and got C's or D's.  It makes me sick to think I have to go through this again.  I want better for my kids.  I guess this is my first lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-5050175913716864683?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5050175913716864683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=5050175913716864683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/5050175913716864683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/5050175913716864683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-way-to-start-monday.html' title='What a way to start Monday'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-6472925636291067333</id><published>2008-01-02T19:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T16:20:49.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alas, we are home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/R3xC07k_ZcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/W1zVcknDuLQ/s1600-h/Tide+Pools+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms" size="2"&gt;We just returned from an amazing trip to California! We left a blustery Minnesota for sunnier shores at 8 in the morning on the 21st of December. The kids were amazing on the plane and thrilled for our adventure. We have not all been to California together- ever! So this was a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather there was incredible! But, in my opinion, anything is better than 20 degrees and snow on the ground! We spent many a day on the beaches of the Pacific Ocean, soaking up the sun and thawing our frostbitten bodies. But the white runs deep and wouldn't ya believe, not a single one of us came back with a tan??? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" size="2"&gt;We stuck our fingers into sea anemones in the tide pools...we collected rocks and sea shells. We went to the San Diego Zoo with our Grandma Sharon, Great Grandma Carol and cousins, Erin and Brian and our second cousins, Marley and Gwenna. We had a wonderful Christmas day with lots of presents and laughs. Dinner was prime rib roast with other tasty sides. There was even a bread fight (with designated 'butter free' rolls)! The kids were instructed on "roll throwing ettiquette" and luckily no other vittles were tossed! Fun for all. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" size="2"&gt;We ventured up the coast of California for three hours and landed in our old neighborhood of Ventura, California. While we were there, we went to the Ventura Pier (our favorite spot to stroll when the boys were very young) and walked out far into the ocean. We played at the play area until the sun set. It was a highlight of our trip.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" size="2"&gt;Mostly we had an amazing time with our kids.  It was wonderful to enjoy them without daycare kids around and the distractions of home...t.v., computer, phone, Playstation.  They were surrounded by grandma and great grandma's menagerie.  Two dogs, a cat, a bird, three tanks of fish plus an outdoor pond full of Coi!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.snapfish.com/thumbnailshare/AlbumID=213876044/a=48551552_48551552/t_=48551552"&gt;http://www2.snapfish.com/thumbnailshare/AlbumID=213876044/a=48551552_48551552/t_=48551552&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS" size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;Check out the pictures here...but be warned, there's a lot&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2622268465728176448-6472925636291067333?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6472925636291067333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=6472925636291067333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/6472925636291067333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/6472925636291067333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-just-returned-from-amazing-trip-to.html' title='Alas, we are home'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-8181947727141013475</id><published>2007-10-29T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T09:51:25.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellPadding="0" cellSpacing="0" bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d5451324e6a49354d773d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none" width="386" height="303" src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d5451324e6a49354d773d3d0d0a.jpg" alt="Journey into Autumn" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_logo"&gt;&lt;img style="border: none" width="386" height="46" src="http://www.smilebox.com/images/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" alt="Slideshows and scrapbooks - Powered by Smilebox" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.smilebox.com"&gt;Make your own slide shows and scrapbooks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-8181947727141013475?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8181947727141013475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=8181947727141013475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/8181947727141013475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/8181947727141013475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2007/10/fall-fun.html' title='Fall Fun'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-1939024217782993005</id><published>2007-09-21T17:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T22:19:34.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My, how they grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/RvRSGjamWcI/AAAAAAAAACI/8420CrqHDM0/s1600-h/lazy+sunday+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112801749511854530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/RvRSGjamWcI/AAAAAAAAACI/8420CrqHDM0/s200/lazy+sunday+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Caleb started 1st grade this Fall and is &lt;em&gt;loving&lt;/em&gt; it! Especially the school lunch, I hear it's the best. Notice the gaping hole in his mouth-he is missing the bottom two front teeth! I have to admit, Brian and I are terrible "Tooth Fairies"...after the second one fell out, his tooth lay under his pillow for 3 days! I know~ it's awful! He will turn 7 in October!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112847357769570834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/RvR7lTamWhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xKpyMLstidM/s200/lazy+sunday+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Zach-man! Turned 5 in March and is now our big Kindergartner. We were scared that we would be riding the school bus to school with him everyday but he &lt;em&gt;SURPRISED&lt;/em&gt; us! He gleefully steps up those enormous steps every afternoon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/RvRBfTamWaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ygbHz2Y8uXM/s1600-h/lazy+sunday+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112783483015944610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/RvRBfTamWaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ygbHz2Y8uXM/s200/lazy+sunday+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is Kalie (our Cali, girl). She turned 4 this July and started preschool this Fall. She loves school and barely looks back when I drop her off *sigh &amp;amp; tear* She also enjoys "mothering" everyone, applying make-up and dead grasshoppers (weird, I know)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Brian is still going to Argosy for his business degree and is loving school as well. So far, we haven't had any issues with him and the bus either!!  He is still the Junior High pastor at our church, Woodridge.  He loves working in the lives of kids and his ministry is growing...they just finished renovating the youth room (the Upper Great Room) and it looks amazing!  Think Chipotle &amp;amp; Ikea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess I'm just loving the near freedom of having some kids out of the house again. Summer just about killed me with 5 kids at home (my own 3 + 2 day care kids, Noah, who is 4 and his sister Emily, who is 5 months). I could hardly wait for the yellow bus to come on September 4th! I feel like things are getting back to normal, for a change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-1939024217782993005?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1939024217782993005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=1939024217782993005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/1939024217782993005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/1939024217782993005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-how-they-grow.html' title='My, how they grow'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/RvRSGjamWcI/AAAAAAAAACI/8420CrqHDM0/s72-c/lazy+sunday+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2622268465728176448.post-7089846666030213039</id><published>2007-09-21T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T21:00:34.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody else is doing it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/RvQ3JDamWYI/AAAAAAAAABY/MWphsFEhwvU/s1600-h/lazy+sunday+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112772105647577474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/RvQ3JDamWYI/AAAAAAAAABY/MWphsFEhwvU/s200/lazy+sunday+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here I go. I'm jumping in and just going for it. I have decided to create a blog about our family for our family (and friends, too). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I took these pictures on a lazy Sunday. I only had to bribe the kids with a little candy (hey, I'm just a mom, no one ever said THAT was wrong, right?) I think they turned out pretty good for me being an amateur.  I love it when we are all in the same "picture-taking" mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2622268465728176448-7089846666030213039?l=rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7089846666030213039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2622268465728176448&amp;postID=7089846666030213039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/7089846666030213039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2622268465728176448/posts/default/7089846666030213039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebekkah-stewartsays.blogspot.com/2007/09/here-i-go.html' title='Everybody else is doing it'/><author><name>Bekks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/SVot6MV773I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2nQ54DqurPg/S220/Our+10th+Anniversary+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ah3xLBiUaNM/RvQ3JDamWYI/AAAAAAAAABY/MWphsFEhwvU/s72-c/lazy+sunday+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
