<?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-15836721</id><updated>2011-07-28T14:59:00.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie 'n Pete</title><subtitle type='html'>Our little place to keep you updated on us.  You'll have to forgive the fact that it sometimes takes a while for us to update.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-6908573182539976032</id><published>2010-08-12T16:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T16:53:19.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blog makeover</title><content type='html'>I have moved this blog to a new location!  I was worried about losing all of the information here, so I have just moved it here: http://larockfamilyhappenings.blogspot.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please make this link your current link for us as I won't be updating this one anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-6908573182539976032?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/6908573182539976032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=6908573182539976032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/6908573182539976032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/6908573182539976032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-makeover.html' title='blog makeover'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-5562884093722660839</id><published>2010-08-01T21:43:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:04:13.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Samster the Hamster at 15 months</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures of our goofy boy!  He's learning to try to smile for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TFYmYwUlL2I/AAAAAAAACMo/z-Z9wxGAvH8/s1600/summer+2010+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TFYmYwUlL2I/AAAAAAAACMo/z-Z9wxGAvH8/s400/summer+2010+061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500626201609580386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TFYmYgN1e_I/AAAAAAAACMg/mQpRe8rBJfo/s1600/summer+2010+057.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/TFYmYgN1e_I/AAAAAAAACMg/mQpRe8rBJfo/s400/summer+2010+057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500626197286321138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TFYlJNXsF8I/AAAAAAAACMY/IFHgX3RQ-4o/s1600/summer+2010+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TFYlJNXsF8I/AAAAAAAACMY/IFHgX3RQ-4o/s400/summer+2010+062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500624835017709506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TFYlI9xEQsI/AAAAAAAACMQ/4GXGtomR44E/s1600/summer+2010+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TFYlI9xEQsI/AAAAAAAACMQ/4GXGtomR44E/s400/summer+2010+060.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500624830829183682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TFYlIedQzoI/AAAAAAAACMI/eOHCS_nKoww/s1600/summer+2010+063.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/TFYlIedQzoI/AAAAAAAACMI/eOHCS_nKoww/s400/summer+2010+063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500624822424620674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TFYlHzIho6I/AAAAAAAACMA/5AAzbMpEBKc/s1600/summer+2010+056.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/TFYlHzIho6I/AAAAAAAACMA/5AAzbMpEBKc/s400/summer+2010+056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500624810794918818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TFYm_NOZyII/AAAAAAAACMw/y5iZ2JYIV-k/s1600/summer+2010+064.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/TFYm_NOZyII/AAAAAAAACMw/y5iZ2JYIV-k/s400/summer+2010+064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500626862203324546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-5562884093722660839?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/5562884093722660839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=5562884093722660839' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/5562884093722660839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/5562884093722660839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2010/08/samster-hamster-at-15-months.html' title='Samster the Hamster at 15 months'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TFYmYwUlL2I/AAAAAAAACMo/z-Z9wxGAvH8/s72-c/summer+2010+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-2432323609095580059</id><published>2010-07-18T21:58:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T22:16:46.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick trip to Assateague Beach!</title><content type='html'>On Thursday night Pete, Sam and I, and several of the LaRock crew, headed to Assateague Beach.  We planned to camp for the night and then spend the day at the beach on Friday.  We made it to the campsite right around 10PM.  My memories from that night include...three random horses outside of the bath house-the horses run wild on this island; Liz and Peter's fitful nights, (one feared bug bites, Peter, and one got a nasty bug bite, Liz.)  She finished her night in the van, poor girl!  John being frightened by a sand crab that he came across in the dark, Sam sleeping as he should-like a baby, and falling asleep to the sound of the ocean just feet away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam got us up bright and early on Friday morning.  He was excited to be at the ocean!  Here he is in the camper ready for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TEOx5kwEoxI/AAAAAAAACJo/4vlAo5HdKzE/s1600/summer+2010+022.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/TEOx5kwEoxI/AAAAAAAACJo/4vlAo5HdKzE/s400/summer+2010+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495431572998103826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We packed our stuff up after breakfast and then headed to the beach.  Here we are packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TEOzW6DT4lI/AAAAAAAACKI/KRfnW1J-o4c/s1600/summer+2010+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TEOzW6DT4lI/AAAAAAAACKI/KRfnW1J-o4c/s400/summer+2010+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495433176443773522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura and Rachel packing up their tent.  I wish I had a picture of what this looked like set up.  We didn't have the right frame, so the tent was eh, saggy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TEOzVwiIVfI/AAAAAAAACKA/uhsgKuR1SAM/s1600/summer+2010+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TEOzVwiIVfI/AAAAAAAACKA/uhsgKuR1SAM/s400/summer+2010+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495433156708816370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TEOzVeAhBqI/AAAAAAAACJ4/Ml7-eUfPdsQ/s1600/summer+2010+024.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/TEOzVeAhBqI/AAAAAAAACJ4/Ml7-eUfPdsQ/s400/summer+2010+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495433151735989922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz, hard at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TEOzVdqj0XI/AAAAAAAACJw/2EPnhpO6UJ4/s1600/summer+2010+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TEOzVdqj0XI/AAAAAAAACJw/2EPnhpO6UJ4/s400/summer+2010+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495433151643898226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John, being a ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TEO0NBArUAI/AAAAAAAACKw/nk0bPRwFxBA/s1600/summer+2010+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TEO0NBArUAI/AAAAAAAACKw/nk0bPRwFxBA/s400/summer+2010+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495434106024710146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome Peter getting Sam some rocks and water to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TEO0M97VzpI/AAAAAAAACKo/fRcvEiqPNDg/s1600/summer+2010+038.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/TEO0M97VzpI/AAAAAAAACKo/fRcvEiqPNDg/s400/summer+2010+038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495434105197022866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this picture of John and Abby:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TEO0MIz9uvI/AAAAAAAACKY/i3Hk-DLvvtQ/s1600/summer+2010+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TEO0MIz9uvI/AAAAAAAACKY/i3Hk-DLvvtQ/s400/summer+2010+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495434090939005682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TEO0L6OnK8I/AAAAAAAACKQ/zRr9z5_hICE/s1600/summer+2010+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TEO0L6OnK8I/AAAAAAAACKQ/zRr9z5_hICE/s400/summer+2010+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495434087024241602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samster loving the big sandbox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TEO0Y_vmt0I/AAAAAAAACLI/-pIJUp7FAPo/s1600/summer+2010+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TEO0Y_vmt0I/AAAAAAAACLI/-pIJUp7FAPo/s400/summer+2010+048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495434311843100482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly kiddo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TEO0YoXtNmI/AAAAAAAACLA/ORAyz2CWr74/s1600/summer+2010+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TEO0YoXtNmI/AAAAAAAACLA/ORAyz2CWr74/s400/summer+2010+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495434305568847458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makin' stuff with Grandpa LaRock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TEO0YaKmGEI/AAAAAAAACK4/corseLpho2c/s1600/summer+2010+042.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/TEO0YaKmGEI/AAAAAAAACK4/corseLpho2c/s400/summer+2010+042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495434301755758658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-2432323609095580059?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/2432323609095580059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=2432323609095580059' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/2432323609095580059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/2432323609095580059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2010/07/quick-trip-to-assateague-beach.html' title='Quick trip to Assateague Beach!'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TEOx5kwEoxI/AAAAAAAACJo/4vlAo5HdKzE/s72-c/summer+2010+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-281505209681722329</id><published>2010-06-11T14:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T14:39:10.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>plants and sunshine; it's the simple things...</title><content type='html'>I did mention that I'd be posting about the front yard next, but I need to take some pictures first.  This morning when Sam and I headed out, I took some pictures of my little garden in my back yard and on my back deck.  It's really doing so well this year.  I love to just go out and look at it. Strange? A little perhaps, but for me being able to observe God's creation in this way, and seeing the fruit of my labor is very special to me somehow.  My garden was terrible last year, so this year I'm enjoying it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TBJ_cx9R38I/AAAAAAAACIY/klXkuV6HjFQ/s1600/garden+2010+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TBJ_cx9R38I/AAAAAAAACIY/klXkuV6HjFQ/s400/garden+2010+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481583828886740930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam with his new toy, (thrift store find!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TBJ_comsW4I/AAAAAAAACIQ/RsX91ybH0fo/s1600/garden+2010+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TBJ_comsW4I/AAAAAAAACIQ/RsX91ybH0fo/s400/garden+2010+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481583826376088450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TBJ_cG2cfeI/AAAAAAAACII/nGm__Jk1nQ0/s1600/garden+2010+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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TBJ_cG2cfeI/AAAAAAAACII/nGm__Jk1nQ0/s400/garden+2010+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481583817315352034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parsley and Cilantro, (don't ask me which one is which!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TBJ_beYkfuI/AAAAAAAACIA/aZArLqyJNQU/s1600/garden+2010+002.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/TBJ_beYkfuI/AAAAAAAACIA/aZArLqyJNQU/s400/garden+2010+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481583806452629218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy basil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TBJ_axO9TFI/AAAAAAAACH4/bj3kN0Xqu0s/s1600/garden+2010+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TBJ_axO9TFI/AAAAAAAACH4/bj3kN0Xqu0s/s400/garden+2010+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481583794332716114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinach, lettuce and beets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TBKAViSOEZI/AAAAAAAACI4/8J2YWCzQF3E/s1600/garden+2010+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TBKAViSOEZI/AAAAAAAACI4/8J2YWCzQF3E/s400/garden+2010+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481584803932148114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomatoes, peppers and beans.  The rose in the center was here when we moved here.  It has nasty thorns, but it is lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TBKAU21EV4I/AAAAAAAACIw/hdxLILf4eXs/s1600/garden+2010+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TBKAU21EV4I/AAAAAAAACIw/hdxLILf4eXs/s400/garden+2010+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481584792267151234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green beans, mmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TBKAUQKef8I/AAAAAAAACIo/b5F_jnJpJJQ/s1600/garden+2010+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TBKAUQKef8I/AAAAAAAACIo/b5F_jnJpJJQ/s400/garden+2010+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481584781887963074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomatoes and peppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TBKATxCPyLI/AAAAAAAACIg/WrWYM0UYBLk/s1600/garden+2010+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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TBKATxCPyLI/AAAAAAAACIg/WrWYM0UYBLk/s400/garden+2010+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481584773531945138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A red rose in bloom!  I planted this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TBKBO-UTQrI/AAAAAAAACJY/LvYYhEvXQ24/s1600/garden+2010+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TBKBO-UTQrI/AAAAAAAACJY/LvYYhEvXQ24/s400/garden+2010+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481585790709613234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tiny tomato.  I LOVE tomatoes fresh from the garden.  I can't wait for these to plump up and turn red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TBKBN0PDQ2I/AAAAAAAACJI/MOGOglP7zIk/s1600/garden+2010+012.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/TBKBN0PDQ2I/AAAAAAAACJI/MOGOglP7zIk/s400/garden+2010+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481585770823369570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little man working on that walking.  Such a little boy these days for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that's two posts in 3 days!  Must be because mom is here:-)  She's such a blessing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-281505209681722329?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/281505209681722329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=281505209681722329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/281505209681722329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/281505209681722329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2010/06/plants-and-sunshine-its-simple-things.html' title='plants and sunshine; it&apos;s the simple things...'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TBJ_cx9R38I/AAAAAAAACIY/klXkuV6HjFQ/s72-c/garden+2010+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-1010832434151728792</id><published>2010-06-09T10:44:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T12:51:05.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime</title><content type='html'>We've been having a lovely summer so far this year.  Little Sam (who has figured out how to walk) and I love getting outside to take in the warm weather, sun, and fun.  We've had fun visiting with Jeremy and Jessica and their 3 little ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two of the cuties hanging at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TA-sfh20c2I/AAAAAAAACGg/hLUi5jwl2O4/s1600/Summer+happenings+2010+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TA-sfh20c2I/AAAAAAAACGg/hLUi5jwl2O4/s400/Summer+happenings+2010+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480788929197405026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also enjoyed seeing, Aunt Joanna, Dad, Judy, Jed, Jeff and Mom!  We've done a lot of fun things, but alas, I was often so occupied tending my busy boy, that very few pictures were taken.  We went with Dad and the kids to D.C. for the day where we took in the zoo, and made a quick dash to see a few monuments on the mall.  We also spent a lot of time playing frisbee, volleyball, and took some time to swim over at the LaRock's.  We also had a lovely cookout and used our old bushes for firewood.  (More on that project in my next post.)  We also took a hike to Raven's Rock, and I did manage to take some pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TA-sdPJY1mI/AAAAAAAACGA/7G4rWbPy4iw/s1600/Summer+happenings+2010+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TA-sdPJY1mI/AAAAAAAACGA/7G4rWbPy4iw/s400/Summer+happenings+2010+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480788889815275106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TA-sfPemXaI/AAAAAAAACGY/2Ovkf7lfwaE/s1600/Summer+happenings+2010+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TA-sfPemXaI/AAAAAAAACGY/2Ovkf7lfwaE/s400/Summer+happenings+2010+033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480788924263980450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TA-seCAiTQI/AAAAAAAACGQ/Ze292bRYPRk/s1600/Summer+happenings+2010+032.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/TA-seCAiTQI/AAAAAAAACGQ/Ze292bRYPRk/s400/Summer+happenings+2010+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480788903468354818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TA-sdqNBl_I/AAAAAAAACGI/qEBtYZE4LFQ/s1600/Summer+happenings+2010+028.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/TA-sdqNBl_I/AAAAAAAACGI/qEBtYZE4LFQ/s400/Summer+happenings+2010+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480788897078286322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna and I had some time together before everyone got here, and we had fun doing some shopping, running to photo shoots, and just hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom headed down the NC with J and J Cole, and then came back up here to see me, Sam and Peter.  I picked her up in Alexandria at the train station, and then we went and took in Mount Vernon.  Sadly, I forgot my camera!  We did have fun looking around the lovely estate, and Sam managed to be a good boy...mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, after a rough night with our kiddo, I walked downstairs, (after not hearing Sam noises for awhile) to find this.  Poor kid needs to learn the value of a good night's sleep.  Pete and I would love him to learn this lesson sooner rather than later!:-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TA-vP-dtZ9I/AAAAAAAACHQ/TcwhenHJ8yQ/s1600/Summer+happenings+2010+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TA-vP-dtZ9I/AAAAAAAACHQ/TcwhenHJ8yQ/s400/Summer+happenings+2010+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480791960533690322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following pictures are just some fun ones of Samster.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TA-vR1DuLeI/AAAAAAAACHw/kV2Z5zzbFLM/s1600/marathon+and+zoo+trip+April+and+May+2010+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TA-vR1DuLeI/AAAAAAAACHw/kV2Z5zzbFLM/s400/marathon+and+zoo+trip+April+and+May+2010+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480791992368508386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TA-vRXVce5I/AAAAAAAACHo/YGjmCkVc69U/s1600/Summer+happenings+2010+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TA-vRXVce5I/AAAAAAAACHo/YGjmCkVc69U/s400/Summer+happenings+2010+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480791984389782418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TA-vQQh5UzI/AAAAAAAACHY/y7EK0KR_GHU/s1600/Summer+happenings+2010+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TA-vQQh5UzI/AAAAAAAACHY/y7EK0KR_GHU/s400/Summer+happenings+2010+035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480791965383086898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the lovely flowers my hubby brought me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TA-vQ_KSr3I/AAAAAAAACHg/EzroSnhbKvM/s1600/Summer+happenings+2010+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TA-vQ_KSr3I/AAAAAAAACHg/EzroSnhbKvM/s400/Summer+happenings+2010+042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480791977900552050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-1010832434151728792?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/1010832434151728792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=1010832434151728792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/1010832434151728792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/1010832434151728792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2010/06/summertime.html' title='Summertime'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TA-sfh20c2I/AAAAAAAACGg/hLUi5jwl2O4/s72-c/Summer+happenings+2010+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-9067455718022777207</id><published>2010-05-10T19:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:57:04.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My precious family, Mother's Day 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S-idPB7nzbI/AAAAAAAACCw/7E4u_NvPra0/s1600/mothers+day+10+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S-idPB7nzbI/AAAAAAAACCw/7E4u_NvPra0/s400/mothers+day+10+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469794628983573938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S-idF_KyCVI/AAAAAAAACCo/PwZNl0vONTE/s1600/mothers+day+10+3.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/S-idF_KyCVI/AAAAAAAACCo/PwZNl0vONTE/s400/mothers+day+10+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469794473623030098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S-idFvr2WJI/AAAAAAAACCg/rnlfE7isCxQ/s1600/mothers+day+10+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S-idFvr2WJI/AAAAAAAACCg/rnlfE7isCxQ/s400/mothers+day+10+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469794469466757266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S-idFZlY15I/AAAAAAAACCY/kYCoPTm84mk/s1600/mothers+day+10+4.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/S-idFZlY15I/AAAAAAAACCY/kYCoPTm84mk/s400/mothers+day+10+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469794463534077842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S-idFL9hsFI/AAAAAAAACCQ/CD-YyTBc4aA/s1600/mothers+day+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 378px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S-idFL9hsFI/AAAAAAAACCQ/CD-YyTBc4aA/s400/mothers+day+10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469794459877224530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S-idE_7f_hI/AAAAAAAACCI/UqRrWhpR_wQ/s1600/mothers+day+10+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S-idE_7f_hI/AAAAAAAACCI/UqRrWhpR_wQ/s400/mothers+day+10+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469794456647499282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-9067455718022777207?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/9067455718022777207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=9067455718022777207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/9067455718022777207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/9067455718022777207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-precious-family-mothers-day-2010.html' title='My precious family, Mother&apos;s Day 2010'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S-idPB7nzbI/AAAAAAAACCw/7E4u_NvPra0/s72-c/mothers+day+10+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-5267547560980100349</id><published>2010-05-04T16:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T16:28:22.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>half-marathon!</title><content type='html'>I did it!!  I ran 13.1 miles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Jessica, my sister-in-law, Laura and I ran a half-maraton together this last Sunday.  Jess and I started training for it in January.  I have always disliked running, but amazingly found it growing on me as we would add another mile each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3 weeks ago my left knee started giving my a lot of trouble.  I had experienced no knee pain up to this point, and I was running 5 days per week.  I had it looked at by my chiropractor and he seemed to think that it was an alignment issue, (because the pain would also shoot to my hip and my ankle.)  I had tried for my long run several times, but each time the pain would stop me.  Before race day I had only made it 8.5 miles.  I was pretty sure that I wouldn't be able to run the whole race because of the pain, and I was considering not doing it at all, but the Lord saw fit to allow me this small victory!  I borrowed a strong knee brace from a friend on race day, and prayed that my knee would hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This race is a huge festival in Frederick, MD.  There were I think between 5000 and 6000 runners.  We had a hard time parking and barely had time to potty let alone stretch before it was time to go at 6:30am.  We were toward the back of the mass of runners, and so didn't cross the start line for about 7 minutes after the race started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 4 or 5 miles were so fun:-)  The three of us slowly moved our way forward in the crowd.  Folks were cheering, some had their hoses out and sprayed anybody who wanted some water.  It was muggy hot!  When we started into mile 6 I started to worry because my knee typically started to get bad in mile 7, and by mile 8 I would have to stop.  But, mile 8 came and went, and I still felt pretty good, so I just kept going.  I did get water and powerade at every stop I could because it was so hot and the powerade gave me a much-needed energy boost.  The last three miles were really hard.  There were several rough hills, and then we ran along this lonely country road with nobody but stinky farm animals to cheer us!:-)&lt;br /&gt;I finally rounded the corner for the final leg, and saw Peter and Sam cheering up this nasty hill at the end.  It was sooo cool!  The best part for me was running across the finish line while the crowd in the stadium cheered us all on.  Such an amazing feeling!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of us after the race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S-CCqmho3AI/AAAAAAAACCA/Ur2cGcK68XE/s1600/marathon+and+zoo+trip+April+and+May+2010+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S-CCqmho3AI/AAAAAAAACCA/Ur2cGcK68XE/s400/marathon+and+zoo+trip+April+and+May+2010+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467513616035535874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S-CCp9qm3xI/AAAAAAAACB4/--PdDpqu7Fw/s1600/marathon+and+zoo+trip+April+and+May+2010+023.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/S-CCp9qm3xI/AAAAAAAACB4/--PdDpqu7Fw/s400/marathon+and+zoo+trip+April+and+May+2010+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467513605067300626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S-CCpp2d-gI/AAAAAAAACBw/scXUOXDy_wU/s1600/marathon+and+zoo+trip+April+and+May+2010+021.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/S-CCpp2d-gI/AAAAAAAACBw/scXUOXDy_wU/s400/marathon+and+zoo+trip+April+and+May+2010+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467513599748340226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S-CCpI1F-QI/AAAAAAAACBo/S2c3l-__15E/s1600/marathon+and+zoo+trip+April+and+May+2010+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S-CCpI1F-QI/AAAAAAAACBo/S2c3l-__15E/s400/marathon+and+zoo+trip+April+and+May+2010+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467513590884202754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-5267547560980100349?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/5267547560980100349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=5267547560980100349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/5267547560980100349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/5267547560980100349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2010/05/half-marathon.html' title='half-marathon!'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S-CCqmho3AI/AAAAAAAACCA/Ur2cGcK68XE/s72-c/marathon+and+zoo+trip+April+and+May+2010+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-7011457952743304052</id><published>2010-04-20T16:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T17:05:22.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One year ago today....</title><content type='html'>Our little man was born!  It's so hard to believe that he's one already.  Life certainly changed forever when he was born, but we sure wouldn't trade it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S84VR-1gK3I/AAAAAAAAB58/Qu71K08Gw30/s1600/sammy%27s+birth+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S84VR-1gK3I/AAAAAAAAB58/Qu71K08Gw30/s400/sammy%27s+birth+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462326796716354418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S84VRkqPhdI/AAAAAAAAB50/-SaXYt69SbI/s1600/April+and+b-day+one+023.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/S84VRkqPhdI/AAAAAAAAB50/-SaXYt69SbI/s400/April+and+b-day+one+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462326789689804242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a little party for him on Sunday, and he loved the cupcake:-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, in other fun news, his little cousin, Addy, was born today to Jeremy and Jessica Cole, so they get the share a Birthday.  I'm thinking that maybe they'll be pals as they grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy these pictures of our little son.  More to come soon along with some video of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S84W2_eJC3I/AAAAAAAAB6k/z0MgKZkd23k/s1600/April+and+b-day+one+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S84W2_eJC3I/AAAAAAAAB6k/z0MgKZkd23k/s400/April+and+b-day+one+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462328532053592946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S84W2dS9FfI/AAAAAAAAB6c/ulYxGUV7Mb4/s1600/April+and+b-day+one+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S84W2dS9FfI/AAAAAAAAB6c/ulYxGUV7Mb4/s400/April+and+b-day+one+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462328522879866354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S84W13LFPQI/AAAAAAAAB6U/HtconrdQ5Rg/s1600/April+and+b-day+one+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S84W13LFPQI/AAAAAAAAB6U/HtconrdQ5Rg/s400/April+and+b-day+one+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462328512646298882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S84W1CIsAbI/AAAAAAAAB6M/k43JhJXg5aA/s1600/April+and+b-day+one+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S84W1CIsAbI/AAAAAAAAB6M/k43JhJXg5aA/s400/April+and+b-day+one+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462328498409177522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S84W073sNaI/AAAAAAAAB6E/4QA3yFB9sE0/s1600/April+and+b-day+one+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S84W073sNaI/AAAAAAAAB6E/4QA3yFB9sE0/s400/April+and+b-day+one+047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462328496727274914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-7011457952743304052?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/7011457952743304052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=7011457952743304052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/7011457952743304052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/7011457952743304052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-year-ago-today.html' title='One year ago today....'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S84VR-1gK3I/AAAAAAAAB58/Qu71K08Gw30/s72-c/sammy%27s+birth+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-5065864679271397920</id><published>2010-04-05T10:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:44:28.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bathing and sleeping...</title><content type='html'>Here are some fun pictures of Samster.  I had worked on a nice, long post about our trip to Illinois, but blogger glitched and lost everything:(  So, that'll be coming.  We also have pictures from our trip to Maine, and of Sam's first Easter!  For now, though, enjoy these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S7n2pYO2djI/AAAAAAAAB4k/8sKHi0AhwhY/s1600/March+bath+and+trips+IL+and+ME+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S7n2pYO2djI/AAAAAAAAB4k/8sKHi0AhwhY/s400/March+bath+and+trips+IL+and+ME+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456663614275876402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S7n2dt1YZtI/AAAAAAAAB4c/mGPJANpDO-o/s1600/March+bath+and+trips+IL+and+ME+007.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/S7n2dt1YZtI/AAAAAAAAB4c/mGPJANpDO-o/s400/March+bath+and+trips+IL+and+ME+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456663413916198610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepyhead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S7n2dCO6dZI/AAAAAAAAB4U/32LkhwZyXtE/s1600/March+bath+and+trips+IL+and+ME+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/_VknRHvcfgiE/S7n2dCO6dZI/AAAAAAAAB4U/32LkhwZyXtE/s400/March+bath+and+trips+IL+and+ME+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456663402212128146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S7n2c0rSIvI/AAAAAAAAB4M/PzPh-vUPp-0/s1600/March+bath+and+trips+IL+and+ME+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S7n2c0rSIvI/AAAAAAAAB4M/PzPh-vUPp-0/s400/March+bath+and+trips+IL+and+ME+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456663398573023986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yay for bathtime!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S7n2ceYZhNI/AAAAAAAAB4E/svXN_NNno1k/s1600/March+bath+and+trips+IL+and+ME+002.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/S7n2ceYZhNI/AAAAAAAAB4E/svXN_NNno1k/s400/March+bath+and+trips+IL+and+ME+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456663392588235986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbles!  He likes to eat them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S7n2cPUvstI/AAAAAAAAB38/vc43RsQB8v8/s1600/March+bath+and+trips+IL+and+ME+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S7n2cPUvstI/AAAAAAAAB38/vc43RsQB8v8/s400/March+bath+and+trips+IL+and+ME+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456663388546380498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, he likes to give himself a beard with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-5065864679271397920?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/5065864679271397920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=5065864679271397920' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/5065864679271397920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/5065864679271397920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2010/04/bathing-and-sleeping.html' title='bathing and sleeping...'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S7n2pYO2djI/AAAAAAAAB4k/8sKHi0AhwhY/s72-c/March+bath+and+trips+IL+and+ME+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-7045064673502996539</id><published>2010-03-10T14:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T14:38:13.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pics of most of the Illinois Coles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5fxs8JnbGI/AAAAAAAABzs/WZZ671YXj7o/s1600-h/Illy+visit+and+some+random+Sam+videos+017.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5fxs8JnbGI/AAAAAAAABzs/WZZ671YXj7o/s400/Illy+visit+and+some+random+Sam+videos+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447088028690902114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely Joanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5fxsWl0dPI/AAAAAAAABzk/kryDm29u__Y/s1600-h/Illy+visit+and+some+random+Sam+videos+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5fxsWl0dPI/AAAAAAAABzk/kryDm29u__Y/s400/Illy+visit+and+some+random+Sam+videos+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447088018608649458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kooky Judy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5fxsBQKSXI/AAAAAAAABzc/5FHMQiAxk_E/s1600-h/Illy+visit+and+some+random+Sam+videos+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5fxsBQKSXI/AAAAAAAABzc/5FHMQiAxk_E/s400/Illy+visit+and+some+random+Sam+videos+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447088012880660850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Dad, and Jeff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5fxK37HiRI/AAAAAAAABzU/BbnPMmXhLBM/s1600-h/Illy+visit+and+some+random+Sam+videos+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5fxK37HiRI/AAAAAAAABzU/BbnPMmXhLBM/s400/Illy+visit+and+some+random+Sam+videos+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447087443440797970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Jeff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5fxKlWELJI/AAAAAAAABzM/6YPMlDlpmnQ/s1600-h/Illy+visit+and+some+random+Sam+videos+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5fxKlWELJI/AAAAAAAABzM/6YPMlDlpmnQ/s400/Illy+visit+and+some+random+Sam+videos+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447087438453550226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna and Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5fxKBplHFI/AAAAAAAABzE/2dEVghzqKQE/s1600-h/Illy+visit+and+some+random+Sam+videos+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5fxKBplHFI/AAAAAAAABzE/2dEVghzqKQE/s400/Illy+visit+and+some+random+Sam+videos+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447087428871724114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Jeanette, and Janessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5fxJ8W2DLI/AAAAAAAABy8/nCitEfYWQSs/s1600-h/Illy+visit+and+some+random+Sam+videos+014.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5fxJ8W2DLI/AAAAAAAABy8/nCitEfYWQSs/s400/Illy+visit+and+some+random+Sam+videos+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447087427450965170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jed and Judy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5fxJdnhAJI/AAAAAAAABy0/MWXLfrLW4cY/s1600-h/Illy+visit+and+some+random+Sam+videos+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5fxJdnhAJI/AAAAAAAABy0/MWXLfrLW4cY/s400/Illy+visit+and+some+random+Sam+videos+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447087419199389842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5fwcXrXkKI/AAAAAAAABys/PYhPkn6hVsI/s1600-h/Illy+visit+and+some+random+Sam+videos+013.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5fwcXrXkKI/AAAAAAAABys/PYhPkn6hVsI/s400/Illy+visit+and+some+random+Sam+videos+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447086644510822562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good lookin'dish crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5fwbu5vEXI/AAAAAAAAByk/xHARpfwcv9Q/s1600-h/Illy+visit+and+some+random+Sam+videos+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/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5fwbu5vEXI/AAAAAAAAByk/xHARpfwcv9Q/s400/Illy+visit+and+some+random+Sam+videos+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447086633565229426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane and her sweet baby, Teddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5fwbUPR2xI/AAAAAAAAByc/nlo6pKIujuk/s1600-h/Illy+visit+and+some+random+Sam+videos+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5fwbUPR2xI/AAAAAAAAByc/nlo6pKIujuk/s400/Illy+visit+and+some+random+Sam+videos+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447086626407832338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5fwbNLeNMI/AAAAAAAAByU/UenDZqphorg/s1600-h/Illy+visit+and+some+random+Sam+videos+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5fwbNLeNMI/AAAAAAAAByU/UenDZqphorg/s400/Illy+visit+and+some+random+Sam+videos+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447086624512816322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely Jeanette!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5fwam4aRZI/AAAAAAAAByM/oTECGK62Jy0/s1600-h/Illy+visit+and+some+random+Sam+videos+006.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5fwam4aRZI/AAAAAAAAByM/oTECGK62Jy0/s400/Illy+visit+and+some+random+Sam+videos+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447086614232319378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janessa and Jed guessin' who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures of the train trip and hopefully some words about our trip coming soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-7045064673502996539?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/7045064673502996539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=7045064673502996539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/7045064673502996539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/7045064673502996539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2010/03/pics-of-most-of-illinois-coles.html' title='pics of most of the Illinois Coles...'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5fxs8JnbGI/AAAAAAAABzs/WZZ671YXj7o/s72-c/Illy+visit+and+some+random+Sam+videos+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-8631629884226449270</id><published>2010-03-04T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:43:22.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5B9wBXSdlI/AAAAAAAAByE/WvuSH3HjIF8/s1600-h/038-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5B9wBXSdlI/AAAAAAAAByE/WvuSH3HjIF8/s400/038-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444990213444236882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-8631629884226449270?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/8631629884226449270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=8631629884226449270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/8631629884226449270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/8631629884226449270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2010/03/cutie.html' title='Cutie'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S5B9wBXSdlI/AAAAAAAAByE/WvuSH3HjIF8/s72-c/038-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-7398521312404840851</id><published>2010-02-26T10:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T11:08:08.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Ball!</title><content type='html'>I keep thinking that I need to type a post with words soon, and I will....sometime.  It seems that when I sit down to start typing either I don't have inspiration or my child needs me.  He has turned out to be a pretty clingy little one, and almost always protests if I'm at the computer when he's awake.  He also doesn't like it when I'm cooking in the kitchen when he's awake.  When I'm cooking he will come up, grab my pants, and pull up behind me, making it impossible to do anything without causing injury:-)  When I'm trying to work at or use the computer, he comes over to me, pulls up on the chair and begins to cry.  It makes it pretty hard to focus.  Generally his limited nap time is time spent on my work from home, so hence this blog suffers.  He's a special little guy for sure, and we love him very much, but it is amazing how that little sin nature and the love of self are on such clear display at such a young age.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Sam slept all of 1.5 hours during the day.  You'd think that after being up so much during the day, he'd sleep like a "baby" all night.  Ha.  He went down at 8:30 which he does very well at night.  But, in the last several weeks he wakes up at least 2 times during the night.  Some nights we are so groggy that I end up just nursing him back to sleep in our bed.  This morning he'd joined us for the 2nd time around 3am.  Around 4:30, Peter moved him back to his bed, (we never sleep well when he's with us).  Sam proceeded to scream for an hour and a half.  There was nothing wrong with him, (he'd been out just fine in our bed).  He simply wanted to be in our bed.  I don't generally sleep well when he's screaming, and I found myself in tears this morning and I found myself getting downright angry.  I'm not one who handles lack of sleep well, and since having Sam, I've had to give up a whole lot more than I thought I would.  I realize now that my selfishness is just as real as Sam's.  I know that this too shall pass, and that if I will allow him to, God will give me the grace needed to live each day and night in the joy that He offers to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How, you ask, did I manage to type words?  Well, Sam is taking his nap now, and I can't access my work due to some errors, so I have a few free minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of our cute little booger.  I've gotta admit, the cuteness sure does help!:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S4fxa48AK7I/AAAAAAAABx8/RAh6_7hQ3Bw/s1600-h/Feb+2010+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S4fxa48AK7I/AAAAAAAABx8/RAh6_7hQ3Bw/s400/Feb+2010+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442584118963481522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-7398521312404840851?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/7398521312404840851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=7398521312404840851' title='1 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-1722164406250103561</id><published>2010-02-11T21:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:13:50.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We aren't going to Illy this weekend...</title><content type='html'>So here's some video of Sammy chewing a table :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cd7468423bf1b5b5" 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" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcd7468423bf1b5b5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330112718%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E0167C1FB5DBAAFEC630C38717F01A908FF1954.72EBD8057E1189FC0F43CEFBD56AC03F5BF4F59A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd7468423bf1b5b5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGl7uCTAO74I2wNRlH3BrTNseQ1I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and poppin' bubbles: See you guys soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9d08999004b193f9" 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" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=1722164406250103561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/1722164406250103561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/1722164406250103561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-arent-going-to-illy-this-weekend.html' title='We aren&apos;t going to Illy this weekend...'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-6070696835793522434</id><published>2010-02-06T20:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T20:26:03.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big, Big Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S24UwXuI67I/AAAAAAAABqM/2LRw87NkTho/s1600-h/Feb+2009+001.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/S24UwXuI67I/AAAAAAAABqM/2LRw87NkTho/s400/Feb+2009+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435304621516581810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowflakes are coming down...for hours and hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S24UwPBJaEI/AAAAAAAABqE/uhb6fRa0IVI/s1600-h/Feb+2009+002.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/S24UwPBJaEI/AAAAAAAABqE/uhb6fRa0IVI/s400/Feb+2009+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435304619180386370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S24UvzcL7ZI/AAAAAAAABp8/YPG2cTyYVjw/s1600-h/Feb+2009+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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S24UvzcL7ZI/AAAAAAAABp8/YPG2cTyYVjw/s400/Feb+2009+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435304611777605010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks across the street digging out for the first time of many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S24Ue4pKvVI/AAAAAAAABp0/aGJd3h8Bhww/s1600-h/Feb+2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S24Ue4pKvVI/AAAAAAAABp0/aGJd3h8Bhww/s400/Feb+2009+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435304321116454226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad chilling, enjoying some yummy hot chocolate, waiting to shovel until the snow stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S24UeUnqOxI/AAAAAAAABps/V2Gnydl4JQI/s1600-h/Feb+2009+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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S24UeUnqOxI/AAAAAAAABps/V2Gnydl4JQI/s400/Feb+2009+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435304311446453010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditto the above thought, but, instead of dad, it's mom in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S24UdgCG30I/AAAAAAAABpk/d8aL3T0edQ4/s1600-h/Feb+2009+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/_VknRHvcfgiE/S24UdgCG30I/AAAAAAAABpk/d8aL3T0edQ4/s400/Feb+2009+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435304297330302786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam showing off the depth of the big, big snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S24UdUR_22I/AAAAAAAABpc/hOoxEYVO6z4/s1600-h/Feb+2009+008.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/S24UdUR_22I/AAAAAAAABpc/hOoxEYVO6z4/s400/Feb+2009+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435304294175726434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's poor car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S24UdBDUvgI/AAAAAAAABpU/VYWbRj0LtJA/s1600-h/Feb+2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S24UdBDUvgI/AAAAAAAABpU/VYWbRj0LtJA/s400/Feb+2009+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435304289013906946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of our street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S24UAj1TPHI/AAAAAAAABpM/Yhh1laapTCw/s1600-h/Feb+2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S24UAj1TPHI/AAAAAAAABpM/Yhh1laapTCw/s400/Feb+2009+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435303800134122610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More poor cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S24UAc42cdI/AAAAAAAABpE/Amc_3V1GrBI/s1600-h/Feb+2009+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S24UAc42cdI/AAAAAAAABpE/Amc_3V1GrBI/s400/Feb+2009+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435303798269964754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piles and piles of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S24T_-bdSSI/AAAAAAAABo8/E3D9P9U3U2s/s1600-h/Feb+2009+013.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/S24T_-bdSSI/AAAAAAAABo8/E3D9P9U3U2s/s400/Feb+2009+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435303790093617442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty on the trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S24T_jYe05I/AAAAAAAABo0/dbEkqT1M4rw/s1600-h/Feb+2009+014.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/S24T_jYe05I/AAAAAAAABo0/dbEkqT1M4rw/s400/Feb+2009+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435303782833378194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditto the above thought, and check out an neighbor's awesome mound of snow.  There's seriously nowhere to put the stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S24T_PbOIMI/AAAAAAAABos/WccI4YKnRSc/s1600-h/Feb+2009+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S24T_PbOIMI/AAAAAAAABos/WccI4YKnRSc/s400/Feb+2009+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435303777476157634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, last but not least, the view from the back of our house, (we can't even open the door.  The snow is up past my knees on our deck.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it is a pain, I have really liked having a snowy winter.  Too bad my kiddo's too small to remember this big, big snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-6070696835793522434?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/6070696835793522434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=6070696835793522434' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/6070696835793522434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/6070696835793522434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-big-snow.html' title='Big, Big Snow!'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S24UwXuI67I/AAAAAAAABqM/2LRw87NkTho/s72-c/Feb+2009+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-8457321476969211861</id><published>2010-01-22T12:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T12:21:28.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9 months...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S1neQQhDXhI/AAAAAAAABjg/PGu4l04qFbQ/s1600-h/Jan+2009+014.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/S1neQQhDXhI/AAAAAAAABjg/PGu4l04qFbQ/s400/Jan+2009+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429615196664716818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standin' up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S1neP9r1YnI/AAAAAAAABjY/etoJaWD3CZQ/s1600-h/Jan+2009+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S1neP9r1YnI/AAAAAAAABjY/etoJaWD3CZQ/s400/Jan+2009+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429615191609664114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking out his big boy gate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-8457321476969211861?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/8457321476969211861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=8457321476969211861' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/8457321476969211861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/8457321476969211861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2010/01/9-months.html' title='9 months...'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S1neQQhDXhI/AAAAAAAABjg/PGu4l04qFbQ/s72-c/Jan+2009+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-637270328089008652</id><published>2010-01-21T20:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:53:02.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pete's Blog</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to announce that Peter now has his own blog.  Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.pervertedlaw.blogspot.com/"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-637270328089008652?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/637270328089008652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=637270328089008652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/637270328089008652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/637270328089008652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2010/01/petes-blog.html' title='Pete&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-8763645009519743189</id><published>2010-01-07T09:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T09:59:29.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam's Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S0XzoOaYSnI/AAAAAAAABjI/8YwH_6rLmjE/s1600-h/Jan+2009+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S0XzoOaYSnI/AAAAAAAABjI/8YwH_6rLmjE/s400/Jan+2009+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424009198626687602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up happy and ready to play!  Mom got me dressed and tried to do her work for HSLDA.  I was good for awhile, (I found some stuff to chew on), but man, some days I just have to find something new to get into.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S0XznFauGQI/AAAAAAAABio/Ls_UvjfB-nY/s1600-h/Jan+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S0XznFauGQI/AAAAAAAABio/Ls_UvjfB-nY/s400/Jan+2009+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424009179032328450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray the bookshelf!  I forgot how exciting this toy is!  Uhh, hi mom, just playing a little bit here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S0XznZawU1I/AAAAAAAABiw/By0dAT61VgM/s1600-h/Jan+2009+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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S0XznZawU1I/AAAAAAAABiw/By0dAT61VgM/s400/Jan+2009+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424009184401183570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, mom, can't I just pull it off?  It's so fun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S0XzneoCjSI/AAAAAAAABi4/kLDL9lBZ_bk/s1600-h/Jan+2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S0XzneoCjSI/AAAAAAAABi4/kLDL9lBZ_bk/s400/Jan+2009+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424009185799081250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, you have that camera thing out again!  I love to touch touch it.  Here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S0Xzn1sxCUI/AAAAAAAABjA/SsjUaZsMK-M/s1600-h/Jan+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S0Xzn1sxCUI/AAAAAAAABjA/SsjUaZsMK-M/s400/Jan+2009+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424009191992920386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop moving away from me mom!  Scooting is hard work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S0XzunM3LZI/AAAAAAAABjQ/jPTu0dDZ5zY/s1600-h/Jan+2009+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S0XzunM3LZI/AAAAAAAABjQ/jPTu0dDZ5zY/s400/Jan+2009+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424009308360093074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did finally make it to the camera, and mom let me touch touch it; just a little bit though.  She says my drool isn't good for it.  I don't get it, but I'll have to deal because she put it up somewhere where I can't reach, even if I pull up and try to reach it!  Yes, I am now pulling up to stuff.  I like feeling tall--in a relative sense.  For some reason when I tilt my head way back and let go of whatever I'm pulled up to, I keep falling and banging my head.  At first I really got mad when this happened to me.  Now, I think I'm just used to it.  It is a crazy world out here!  &lt;br /&gt;In this last picture, mom was singing one of my favoite songs about the giants that were big and tall, and the grapes that Joshua and Caleb saw in the promised land.  Anyhow, she tickles me when she sings it, and so that's why I'm laughing in this picture.  See my teeth??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-8763645009519743189?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/8763645009519743189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=8763645009519743189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/8763645009519743189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/8763645009519743189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2010/01/sams-morning.html' title='Sam&apos;s Morning'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/S0XzoOaYSnI/AAAAAAAABjI/8YwH_6rLmjE/s72-c/Jan+2009+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-5068072982530043730</id><published>2009-12-29T10:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T11:04:54.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SzohvxjgBZI/AAAAAAAABh4/_XIwx0ZnR3g/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SzohvxjgBZI/AAAAAAAABh4/_XIwx0ZnR3g/s400/Christmas+2009+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420682206133618066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, Uncle Joe, your legs are in my awesome publicity shot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Szohu-vr3CI/AAAAAAAABho/eURkNau_aDs/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+020.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/Szohu-vr3CI/AAAAAAAABho/eURkNau_aDs/s400/Christmas+2009+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420682192494517282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby and Liz fixing yummy foodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SzohvXiOiLI/AAAAAAAABhw/HpzecCP_Zp8/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SzohvXiOiLI/AAAAAAAABhw/HpzecCP_Zp8/s400/Christmas+2009+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420682199148955826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obligatory post dinner nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Szohuvnv2QI/AAAAAAAABhg/R5kMkXW-SvM/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Szohuvnv2QI/AAAAAAAABhg/R5kMkXW-SvM/s400/Christmas+2009+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420682188434692354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obligatory post gift opening play time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SzohuWFaJUI/AAAAAAAABhY/Mu0ruVuF__c/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SzohuWFaJUI/AAAAAAAABhY/Mu0ruVuF__c/s400/Christmas+2009+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420682181579777346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obligatory dictionary reading?  Maybe prep for the scrabble game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SzoiXBb-2kI/AAAAAAAABiA/fiPDPV43s6I/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SzoiXBb-2kI/AAAAAAAABiA/fiPDPV43s6I/s400/Christmas+2009+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420682880411949634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrabble game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SzohP2Chj6I/AAAAAAAABhQ/F0FWHDb_cpQ/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SzohP2Chj6I/AAAAAAAABhQ/F0FWHDb_cpQ/s400/Christmas+2009+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420681657581670306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with daddy!:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SzohPonoRSI/AAAAAAAABhI/IB8Y4Ajc7Ys/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SzohPonoRSI/AAAAAAAABhI/IB8Y4Ajc7Ys/s400/Christmas+2009+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420681653979202850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SzohO0AVAWI/AAAAAAAABhA/I7_osqdOxy8/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SzohO0AVAWI/AAAAAAAABhA/I7_osqdOxy8/s400/Christmas+2009+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420681639855718754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking out those texts with Uncle Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SzohOoF4gtI/AAAAAAAABg4/pgo5ns-mYAE/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+002.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/SzohOoF4gtI/AAAAAAAABg4/pgo5ns-mYAE/s400/Christmas+2009+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420681636657791698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilling with Uncle Dave in big boy shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SzohOfjbdCI/AAAAAAAABgw/SzvPJTqAas4/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SzohOfjbdCI/AAAAAAAABgw/SzvPJTqAas4/s400/Christmas+2009+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420681634365797410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I say, all in all I had a jolly good time.  I liked chewing on Uncle Dave's gift, playing with my new toys, scooting around the floor, and trying my first candy cane.  Oh, and all of the attention really was awesome.  Bring it on guys!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-5068072982530043730?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/5068072982530043730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=5068072982530043730' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/5068072982530043730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/5068072982530043730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SzohvxjgBZI/AAAAAAAABh4/_XIwx0ZnR3g/s72-c/Christmas+2009+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-2118708576892056290</id><published>2009-12-19T22:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:37:59.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Snow!</title><content type='html'>We had heard that there was going to be a snow storm today.  They were saying 6 to 10 inches.  Nothing terrible, but a good snow for Northern Virginia for sure.  Last night we headed out to do our weekly grocery shopping, and quickly realized that the rest of Winchester had also heard about the snow, decided to run for Walmart, (a few raided the egg and bread shelves at Costco) hence the lack of eggs, milk, bread and pretty much every other food item normally readily available in the store, (garlic and onions were almost gone!)  After settling for some sad looking purple onions, kale rather than lettuce, (which was also gone), applesauce in favor of the empty banana boxes, and a few other odds and ends, we got in one of the terribly long lines to wait for our turn to pay for our things.  While waiting, Peter and I both made dashes for other random items.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up and looked out the window.  After a minute I asked Peter, "where's my car?"  He started laughing and pointed out that it was right outside where it always is but that it was covered in snow.  Sure enough, there it was just peeking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sy2YvPp_1vI/AAAAAAAABgA/UhkXya8Hq4U/s1600-h/Chrismas+snow+2009!+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sy2YvPp_1vI/AAAAAAAABgA/UhkXya8Hq4U/s400/Chrismas+snow+2009!+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417153864220530418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;(It was much less visible from the 2nd story window, but I did feel like a ditz once Pete pointed it out to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ventured out later on to deliver some cookies to several different neighbors.  We took the following shots.  I'm guessing at least 2 feet of snow.  I haven't seen a snow like this since I was a kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sy2Zc18xJbI/AAAAAAAABgY/LL-0PzOJr_0/s1600-h/Chrismas+snow+2009!+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sy2Zc18xJbI/AAAAAAAABgY/LL-0PzOJr_0/s400/Chrismas+snow+2009!+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417154647593919922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sy2Zcmd1t3I/AAAAAAAABgQ/a8tGi5JOsAw/s1600-h/Chrismas+snow+2009!+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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sy2Zcmd1t3I/AAAAAAAABgQ/a8tGi5JOsAw/s400/Chrismas+snow+2009!+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417154643437664114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sy2ZcJvWuLI/AAAAAAAABgI/mtdrxkQ48-Q/s1600-h/Chrismas+snow+2009!+002.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sy2ZcJvWuLI/AAAAAAAABgI/mtdrxkQ48-Q/s400/Chrismas+snow+2009!+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417154635726502066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sy2ZdSyDTYI/AAAAAAAABgo/m89Pnl6WEs8/s1600-h/Chrismas+snow+2009!+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sy2ZdSyDTYI/AAAAAAAABgo/m89Pnl6WEs8/s400/Chrismas+snow+2009!+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417154655333600642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kind neighbor helped Peter dig out his car.  Pete ran into Winchester today to try and get some Christmas shopping done.  Unfortunately pretty much everything except Walmart was closed.  He did manage to get us a much-needed snow shovel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sy2ZdKcDRHI/AAAAAAAABgg/Nv-uepsoHlM/s1600-h/Chrismas+snow+2009!+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sy2ZdKcDRHI/AAAAAAAABgg/Nv-uepsoHlM/s400/Chrismas+snow+2009!+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417154653093839986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy's been fighting a fever for the last few days, so his response to the snow was pretty much like this.  But, he did seem to enjoy looking at it from the window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing this snow might just grant us a White Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie for the LaRocks:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-2118708576892056290?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/2118708576892056290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=2118708576892056290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/2118708576892056290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/2118708576892056290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-snow.html' title='Christmas Snow!'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sy2YvPp_1vI/AAAAAAAABgA/UhkXya8Hq4U/s72-c/Chrismas+snow+2009!+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-7228752588117962513</id><published>2009-11-16T15:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:01:42.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boy Food!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SwG7FGe5JDI/AAAAAAAAAyw/D3IqYnM_6gA/s1600/Sammy+and+eating+Nov+18,+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SwG7FGe5JDI/AAAAAAAAAyw/D3IqYnM_6gA/s400/Sammy+and+eating+Nov+18,+2009+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404806724135232562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and dad have finally convinced me to eat big boy food.  I have been pretty contented to just chew on stuff like this marker, and fill up on nurse.  They've been trying to get me to like big boy food for about a month now, off and on, but it just wasn't doing it for me.  And then, 2 days ago, something happened, and all of a sudden, I love the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SwG7ExUioHI/AAAAAAAAAyo/_pukh7Rx7Zo/s1600/Sammy+and+eating+Nov+18,+2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SwG7ExUioHI/AAAAAAAAAyo/_pukh7Rx7Zo/s400/Sammy+and+eating+Nov+18,+2009+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404806718454669426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, ha, that's me being cute.  The picture doesn't really have anything to do with my story, but who could resist??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SwG7Eyl0PsI/AAAAAAAAAyg/LmQ0O__aGmU/s1600/Sammy+and+eating+Nov+18,+2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SwG7Eyl0PsI/AAAAAAAAAyg/LmQ0O__aGmU/s400/Sammy+and+eating+Nov+18,+2009+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404806718795562690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my favorites so far.  Apple sauce, (not pictured, but very yummy.  It tends to lean on the tart side.)  Rice cereal--good stuff; both kinds.  I like the puffed stuff because it just disappears in my mouth.  And, I don't have any teeth yet, so I can't really chew anything.  Sweet potatoes--yum.  I like how they turn my face orange.  Bananas--divine.  Need I say more?  White grape juice/water bottle, ah, so good.  For some reason I've had a hard time getting used to bottle nipples, but I am getting the hang of the now, and I love my juice bottle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SwG67Y-PvhI/AAAAAAAAAyY/3MXP69xBvlM/s1600/Sammy+and+eating+Nov+18,+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404806557299883538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SwG67Y-PvhI/AAAAAAAAAyY/3MXP69xBvlM/s400/Sammy+and+eating+Nov+18,+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SwG67Axvj9I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/QL3CFNclVkY/s1600/Sammy+and+eating+Nov+18,+2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404806550804991954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SwG67Axvj9I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/QL3CFNclVkY/s400/Sammy+and+eating+Nov+18,+2009+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SwG6617H7EI/AAAAAAAAAyA/mrVBYGNuuDo/s1600/Sammy+and+eating+Nov+18,+2009+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404806547891547202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 383px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SwG6617H7EI/AAAAAAAAAyA/mrVBYGNuuDo/s400/Sammy+and+eating+Nov+18,+2009+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I do appear to be sprouting a tooth.  Mom says she can feel it and see it a bit.  I was wondering what what up with my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm growing, scooting on my tummy, (crawling is a bit beyond me just yet) and enjoying getting outside for walks with mom when the weather is nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-7228752588117962513?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/7228752588117962513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=7228752588117962513' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/7228752588117962513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/7228752588117962513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-boy-food.html' title='Big Boy Food!'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SwG7FGe5JDI/AAAAAAAAAyw/D3IqYnM_6gA/s72-c/Sammy+and+eating+Nov+18,+2009+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-188862836459100435</id><published>2009-11-09T08:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T10:14:43.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Up up, up, Old Rag Mountain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Svga6w2VdnI/AAAAAAAAAw4/_yhB675y1rQ/s1600-h/Old+Rag+Nov+7+2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402097349878445682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Svga6w2VdnI/AAAAAAAAAw4/_yhB675y1rQ/s400/Old+Rag+Nov+7+2009+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to go on Saturday morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Svga6ssieNI/AAAAAAAAAww/mHU30j-Zo9U/s1600-h/Old+Rag+Nov+7+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402097348763613394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Svga6ssieNI/AAAAAAAAAww/mHU30j-Zo9U/s400/Old+Rag+Nov+7+2009+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle John on the way up showing us the stick bug he found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Svga6WFpl-I/AAAAAAAAAwo/U7CO3MhsUkw/s1600-h/Old+Rag+Nov+7+2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402097342694922210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Svga6WFpl-I/AAAAAAAAAwo/U7CO3MhsUkw/s400/Old+Rag+Nov+7+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to manage the 7.5 mile hike up and down a mountain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Svga6PEmztI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Ex_BW5VSruA/s1600-h/Old+Rag+Nov+7+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402097340811497170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Svga6PEmztI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Ex_BW5VSruA/s400/Old+Rag+Nov+7+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On daddy's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Svga5pOkhiI/AAAAAAAAAwY/tTlZOEMT4sE/s1600-h/Old+Rag+Nov+7+2009+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402097330652743202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Svga5pOkhiI/AAAAAAAAAwY/tTlZOEMT4sE/s400/Old+Rag+Nov+7+2009+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chillin' at the top with mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SvgaczmbCII/AAAAAAAAAwQ/qj_-mP6oHEQ/s1600-h/Old+Rag+Nov+7+2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402096835220932738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SvgaczmbCII/AAAAAAAAAwQ/qj_-mP6oHEQ/s400/Old+Rag+Nov+7+2009+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking out the view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SvgacG48GYI/AAAAAAAAAwI/BKSJuKsWcmE/s1600-h/Old+Rag+Nov+7+2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402096823219001730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SvgacG48GYI/AAAAAAAAAwI/BKSJuKsWcmE/s400/Old+Rag+Nov+7+2009+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Laughs with Grandpa at the top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SvgabtgyTaI/AAAAAAAAAwA/-EgpwoDfVCc/s1600-h/Old+Rag+Nov+7+2009+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402096816406810018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SvgabtgyTaI/AAAAAAAAAwA/-EgpwoDfVCc/s400/Old+Rag+Nov+7+2009+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma, Aunt Laura, and Uncle John checking out the view.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SvgabPFWz5I/AAAAAAAAAv4/6q6SR8ilUHk/s1600-h/Old+Rag+Nov+7+2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402096808238698386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SvgabPFWz5I/AAAAAAAAAv4/6q6SR8ilUHk/s400/Old+Rag+Nov+7+2009+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So beautiful and big!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Svgaa0W9p4I/AAAAAAAAAvw/x56_ef84doo/s1600-h/Old+Rag+Nov+7+2009+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402096801064789890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Svgaa0W9p4I/AAAAAAAAAvw/x56_ef84doo/s400/Old+Rag+Nov+7+2009+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fun hat for the cooler walk down. Don't I look cute?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a fun hike. We were all tired by the time we got back down the other side of the mountain, but that's something I'd like to do again. Daddy said his shoulders hurt when we made it back down, but he liked taking me up there, I could tell. I hardly fussed at all! I love outside! Oh, and mom said to say this, "Aunt Joanna, we missed you!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-188862836459100435?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/188862836459100435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=188862836459100435' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/188862836459100435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/188862836459100435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/11/up-up-up-old-rag-mountain.html' title='Up up, up, Old Rag Mountain.'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Svga6w2VdnI/AAAAAAAAAw4/_yhB675y1rQ/s72-c/Old+Rag+Nov+7+2009+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-6824726641682424962</id><published>2009-11-04T10:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:27:15.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Happenings by Sammy:-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SvGc3ZRB0II/AAAAAAAAAuI/r6PEqAwznYA/s1600-h/Early+November+2009+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/_VknRHvcfgiE/SvGc3ZRB0II/AAAAAAAAAuI/r6PEqAwznYA/s400/Early+November+2009+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400269903682982018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so sure about the leaf pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SvGc3CnwApI/AAAAAAAAAuA/rSbOGmlh8J0/s1600-h/Early+November+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SvGc3CnwApI/AAAAAAAAAuA/rSbOGmlh8J0/s400/Early+November+2009+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400269897604268690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff Said!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-6824726641682424962?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/6824726641682424962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=6824726641682424962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/6824726641682424962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/6824726641682424962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-happenings-by-sammy.html' title='Fall Happenings by Sammy:-)'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SvGc3ZRB0II/AAAAAAAAAuI/r6PEqAwznYA/s72-c/Early+November+2009+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-744332101750923846</id><published>2009-10-26T11:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:30:37.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit with the Family!:-)</title><content type='html'>Part of the Cole Clan came to visit last week.  Despite the rainy, yucky weather, we had a fun time.  Here are some fun pictures from their visit.  My son is, once again demading to be held, so, I shall have to leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...the last photo is one that I took of Sammy, and I love how it came out with some basic edits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SuW-F9wrv7I/AAAAAAAAAtE/Ip_CEwTJt-I/s1600-h/family+and+sam+020.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SuW-F9wrv7I/AAAAAAAAAtE/Ip_CEwTJt-I/s400/family+and+sam+020.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SuW-GHOpgDI/AAAAAAAAAtM/JvAmh22VyPo/s1600-h/family+and+sam+022.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SuW-GHOpgDI/AAAAAAAAAtM/JvAmh22VyPo/s400/family+and+sam+022.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SuW-GbZYvbI/AAAAAAAAAtU/e_WNpEiJlzk/s1600-h/family+and+sam+023.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SuW-GbZYvbI/AAAAAAAAAtU/e_WNpEiJlzk/s400/family+and+sam+023.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/StO8vujRkSI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Rx3vOHZeJHA/s400/133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391860707028472098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-138549295082000499?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/138549295082000499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=138549295082000499' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/138549295082000499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/138549295082000499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/10/kitty-hawk-nc.html' title='Kitty Hawk, NC!'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/StO9eCVxQAI/AAAAAAAAAr0/rbhOqDqah40/s72-c/167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-8479104884847049864</id><published>2009-10-01T14:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:27:19.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More pics and a quick update!</title><content type='html'>Hey all.  Sorry that I haven't typed at you much recently.  My cute little son is not one who prefers to nap, and when he's awake he wants to be entertained.  He's starting to play some on his own, and today he's napping, so I can type at you a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics that we took recently.  He's getting so big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SsTykKPiztI/AAAAAAAAAps/GzQySTaaiKo/s1600-h/Sammy+087.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/SsTykKPiztI/AAAAAAAAAps/GzQySTaaiKo/s400/Sammy+087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387697757280718546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SsTyjs1WSzI/AAAAAAAAApk/JGNIvSAXUpo/s1600-h/Sammy+088.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/SsTyjs1WSzI/AAAAAAAAApk/JGNIvSAXUpo/s400/Sammy+088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387697749386218290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SsTyjRYRVgI/AAAAAAAAApc/1T7oIhtAoTQ/s1600-h/Sammy+086.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/_VknRHvcfgiE/SsTyjRYRVgI/AAAAAAAAApc/1T7oIhtAoTQ/s400/Sammy+086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387697742016501250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are of him chilling in his jump up.  He only likes to play in it if I sing to him and talk to him while he's in it.  So, it can make for interesting work results.  Imagine me typing an e-mail to someone for HSLDA and randomly typing, "Puppies are cuddly, puppies are cute, they're never nasty or mean".  haha, good thing I go back and check!  Speaking of work; I am working part time from home for HSLDA/HSF which has been a huge blessing.  Sammy's made it very interesting to get my work done at times, but God has been good, and it does get done most every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SsTyi8h9adI/AAAAAAAAApU/JoU1LTViCMU/s1600-h/Sammy+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SsTyi8h9adI/AAAAAAAAApU/JoU1LTViCMU/s400/Sammy+098.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387697736419994066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SsT0I6myUEI/AAAAAAAAAqU/ce56-H9Nxg0/s1600-h/Sammy+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SsT0I6myUEI/AAAAAAAAAqU/ce56-H9Nxg0/s320/Sammy+099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387699488250024002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here his is just being his cute self.  He's changed so much in 5 months.  The time does go by so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I'll be able to type a more lengthy update soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-8479104884847049864?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/8479104884847049864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=8479104884847049864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/8479104884847049864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/8479104884847049864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-pics-and-quick-update.html' title='More pics and a quick update!'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SsTykKPiztI/AAAAAAAAAps/GzQySTaaiKo/s72-c/Sammy+087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-4736681872611146084</id><published>2009-09-02T13:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:15:23.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sammy pics:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sp6n8MiRgpI/AAAAAAAAAo4/XZioIcNJHQ8/s1600-h/IMG_0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sp6n8MiRgpI/AAAAAAAAAo4/XZioIcNJHQ8/s320/IMG_0530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376919657725919890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sp6n71E5jJI/AAAAAAAAAow/FziBaSf8sbw/s1600-h/IMG_0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sp6n71E5jJI/AAAAAAAAAow/FziBaSf8sbw/s320/IMG_0539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376919651428699282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sp6ntlObVrI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Wi9VanzdyoM/s1600-h/IMG_0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sp6ntlObVrI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Wi9VanzdyoM/s320/IMG_0537.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376919406655526578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sp6ntK_IX9I/AAAAAAAAAog/3t3r5khr1Qc/s1600-h/IMG_0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sp6ntK_IX9I/AAAAAAAAAog/3t3r5khr1Qc/s320/IMG_0534.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376919399612047314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sp6ns7Cv2gI/AAAAAAAAAoY/aQ-fFoKEXgU/s1600-h/IMG_0528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sp6ns7Cv2gI/AAAAAAAAAoY/aQ-fFoKEXgU/s320/IMG_0528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376919395332250114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sp6nsTuXpbI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/0xb7-_kbd3Y/s1600-h/IMG_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sp6nsTuXpbI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/0xb7-_kbd3Y/s320/IMG_0474.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376919384777794994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sp6nrwxeOoI/AAAAAAAAAoI/v1aYtOB1Ipc/s1600-h/IMG_0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sp6nrwxeOoI/AAAAAAAAAoI/v1aYtOB1Ipc/s320/IMG_0476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376919375395568258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-4736681872611146084?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/4736681872611146084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=4736681872611146084' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/4736681872611146084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/4736681872611146084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/09/sammy-pics.html' title='Sammy pics:)'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sp6n8MiRgpI/AAAAAAAAAo4/XZioIcNJHQ8/s72-c/IMG_0530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-3452433945359490742</id><published>2009-08-19T21:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T21:57:34.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>timely photo</title><content type='html'>July 4th came and went.  The food was great, the fireworks fun, and the time of being with family was wonderful. On July 4th we took some pictures that I will be forever thankful we took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SoyqdKWwWhI/AAAAAAAAAoA/HuVUYKavm88/s1600-h/IMG_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SoyqdKWwWhI/AAAAAAAAAoA/HuVUYKavm88/s320/IMG_0514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371855873518885394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SoyqcoCucgI/AAAAAAAAAn4/jJvaGeyxMmQ/s1600-h/IMG_0510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SoyqcoCucgI/AAAAAAAAAn4/jJvaGeyxMmQ/s320/IMG_0510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371855864308068866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This special man that I have only known a few years, went to be with Jesus last week.  July 4th was the last time I would see him this side of heaven.  It was not something I expected to happen so soon, but it did, and now we have only memories of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His funeral was such a special time.  All 9 of his children were there, along with many, (38 I think) grandkids and then the great-grandchildren.  What a legacy.  The funeral home was half full of his family.  It was amazing.  The stories that were shared and the memories brought tears to my eyes.  This man loved the Lord and he loved his wife and kids...very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son has been a pill, to put it mildly, the past few days.  Screaming every time we go anywhere in the car for the entire ride is his newest er, trick.  I find myself so weary with him, especially on days like today when he only slept for 1.5 hours...all day.  Sitting here now, after being in tears of frustration with him, and thinking about Gramps LaRock, and his legacy, makes me realize that one day this will all be worth it.  If I sat down and poured out my heart to gramps about today, I'm guessing he would give me a pat on the shoulder and remind me that the best is yet to come.  His family has and still has their struggles.  Kids and parents will have disagreements, and issues will come up.  But, I know that last week when Jesus met Gramps in heaven, he was told, "Well done my good and faithful servant."  He ran the race.  Not perfectly, but he ran it and finished well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the kind of legacy I want to leave.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Lord, forgive me where I am too weak and human, and help me to love my son with your love, so that he may see you in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-3452433945359490742?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/3452433945359490742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=3452433945359490742' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/3452433945359490742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/3452433945359490742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/08/timely-photo.html' title='timely photo'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SoyqdKWwWhI/AAAAAAAAAoA/HuVUYKavm88/s72-c/IMG_0514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-2343255287376793333</id><published>2009-08-06T15:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:23:43.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Splish Splash I Was Taking a Bath...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SnstqcykoQI/AAAAAAAAAnw/5EZ4d0PuZ1Q/s1600-h/IMG_0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SnstqcykoQI/AAAAAAAAAnw/5EZ4d0PuZ1Q/s320/IMG_0485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366933588248142082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SnstqGhvynI/AAAAAAAAAno/OvChXQU_uLg/s1600-h/IMG_0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SnstqGhvynI/AAAAAAAAAno/OvChXQU_uLg/s320/IMG_0488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366933582271990386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SnstptTC9xI/AAAAAAAAAng/2yBBKjqFUi8/s1600-h/IMG_0491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SnstptTC9xI/AAAAAAAAAng/2yBBKjqFUi8/s320/IMG_0491.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366933575499446034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SnstpXlDD9I/AAAAAAAAAnY/UapEUgM-9SM/s1600-h/IMG_0492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SnstpXlDD9I/AAAAAAAAAnY/UapEUgM-9SM/s320/IMG_0492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366933569669369810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SnstpO1LMXI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4T9Imnfqi98/s1600-h/IMG_0494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SnstpO1LMXI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/4T9Imnfqi98/s320/IMG_0494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366933567321092466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-2343255287376793333?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/2343255287376793333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=2343255287376793333' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/2343255287376793333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/2343255287376793333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/08/splish-splash-i-was-taking-bath.html' title='Splish Splash I Was Taking a Bath...'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SnstqcykoQI/AAAAAAAAAnw/5EZ4d0PuZ1Q/s72-c/IMG_0485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-4168593819677902917</id><published>2009-07-22T08:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:50:20.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the good 'ol summertime...</title><content type='html'>It is summer, and as you can tell from my lack of posts, we've gone and gotten ourselves busy.  I do have a bunch of pictures and such, I just haven't gotten around to posting them.  They will be coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, we are house sitting for my in-laws...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snap, baby is waking up.  I shall update you more further soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-4168593819677902917?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/4168593819677902917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=4168593819677902917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/4168593819677902917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/4168593819677902917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-good-ol-summertime.html' title='In the good &apos;ol summertime...'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-1351934199634956795</id><published>2009-06-30T20:05:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:57:08.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally an update!</title><content type='html'>Hey all.  Yes, it's me, Sammy, again.  I hope you don't mind if I share from time to time.  There's just always so much happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I tried something new...a long, and I mean long, car ride to a state called Illinois.  Mom and dad wanted me to meet my Grandpa Cole and several aunts and uncles.  I'd met Grandma Cole right after was born, and my aunt Judy was at my birth.  I also met my uncle Jeremy and Aunt Jessica and cousins Lucy and Sierra, but I'd never met Jeanette, Janessa, Jane, Joanna, Jed or Jeff.  Oh, right, I've met my uncle Joseph lots of times:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad said they were going to try and make it easier and break the trip up into two days.  I really wasn't sure what the meant, but that sounded fine to me.  Am I ever glad they did.  Man, do you remember what a car seat feels like for hours and hours on end?  Not cool at all.  I did my best to be brave, but there were just times when I couldn't help it.  When we left late on Friday night, I did sleep like mom and dad hoped I would, for a few hours, but then, I just felt so awake.  We got to our hotel at 1 in the morning, and I was raring to go for the next two hours.  Mom and dad looked pretty tired, but I was just having so much fun!  It was my first time in a hotel room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it to Grandma and Grandpa Cole's the next day.  I was pretty well behaved for a baby if I do say so myself.  Needless to say though, mom and dad looked pretty worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of me with some of the people I finally got to meet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first one is me and my aunt Jane.  She's going to have her first baby in November!  Sweet, more cousins:)  I don't have any with uncle Jonathan...We'll have to get some up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkqsrJT1s8I/AAAAAAAAAj4/iPHTPcwCd3U/s1600-h/039-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkqsrJT1s8I/AAAAAAAAAj4/iPHTPcwCd3U/s320/039-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353280964316738498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These next two are me with my aunt Jeanette.  I liked meeting her.  She was funny, and I like funny people:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Skqsq691oBI/AAAAAAAAAjw/pJ4gotIbEMk/s1600-h/027-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Skqsq691oBI/AAAAAAAAAjw/pJ4gotIbEMk/s320/027-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353280960466362386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkqsqhwWh2I/AAAAAAAAAjo/7J2Emmcnh_E/s1600-h/023-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkqsqhwWh2I/AAAAAAAAAjo/7J2Emmcnh_E/s320/023-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353280953698912098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is me with my aunt Joanna.  She's the one that took most of the pictures here.  She loves her camera!  I liked meeting her.  I had heard that she loves babies, and I would say that is true!:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkqsqUjMQlI/AAAAAAAAAjg/al77PCfrgQs/s1600-h/007-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkqsqUjMQlI/AAAAAAAAAjg/al77PCfrgQs/s320/007-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353280950154052178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am with my Grandpa Cole.  I've met my Grandpa LaRock, but, I'd never met my Grandpa Cole.  I liked him.  He would carry me for mom when I got cranky and she was worn out.  I can tell that he knows how to hold babies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkqtMKJj9tI/AAAAAAAAAkY/rXqi-pHc1Z4/s1600-h/078-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkqtMKJj9tI/AAAAAAAAAkY/rXqi-pHc1Z4/s320/078-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353281531477751506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am with my aunt Janessa.  She got married last winter.  We didn't get pictures with uncle Justin b/c mom forgot to get the camera out, but we'll get some of him up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkqtMHK3JAI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/sgFN1cTMI6I/s1600-h/067-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkqtMHK3JAI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/sgFN1cTMI6I/s320/067-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353281530677896194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jed was up next.  By this time I was getting tired of pictures, but I managed to behave for these...Jed loves to play games.  He was pretty funny, and I like him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkquTWcHkMI/AAAAAAAAAl4/pmKVHlpPoMc/s1600-h/135-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkquTWcHkMI/AAAAAAAAAl4/pmKVHlpPoMc/s320/135-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353282754547519682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am with uncle Jeff...He also loves to play games.  He loves to be outside, like me!;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkquS35rbyI/AAAAAAAAAlw/9tPBCwHmC8s/s1600-h/125-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkquS35rbyI/AAAAAAAAAlw/9tPBCwHmC8s/s320/125-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353282746350006050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Great aunt and uncle stopped by one night.  Here I am with My great aunt.  She was really nice.  I let her hold me for awhile...wasn't that nice of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkquSTkG24I/AAAAAAAAAlg/Of29CfVm53E/s1600-h/106-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkquSTkG24I/AAAAAAAAAlg/Of29CfVm53E/s320/106-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353282736595852162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judy!  This is my crazy aunt Judy.  She was at my birth.  She loves to make people laugh, and I was so glad to see her again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkqvQkceIwI/AAAAAAAAAmg/9h1Y1p13wiQ/s1600-h/229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkqvQkceIwI/AAAAAAAAAmg/9h1Y1p13wiQ/s320/229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353283806279115522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one of me with aunt Joanna.  I'll be honest, I think I look super cute in this picture, so that's why I'm posting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkqvQDgr_aI/AAAAAAAAAmI/_rZHoeOCinw/s1600-h/150-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkqvQDgr_aI/AAAAAAAAAmI/_rZHoeOCinw/s320/150-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353283797438430626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really did have a great time while in Illinois.  I loved meeting the Cole clan.  I hope we can go see them very soon.  Although, mom and dad want to wait a bit before they attempt such a long ride with me again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll close with some more pictures!  The next two are some of us goofing off!:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkqtMSbrTeI/AAAAAAAAAkg/vJiEIKgO8qY/s1600-h/084-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkqtMSbrTeI/AAAAAAAAAkg/vJiEIKgO8qY/s320/084-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353281533701213666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkqtL9_5YiI/AAAAAAAAAkI/XLFU4bKLruw/s1600-h/057-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkqtL9_5YiI/AAAAAAAAAkI/XLFU4bKLruw/s320/057-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353281528215986722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last ones are some family photos that aunt Joanna took of us.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkqvQa67YsI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ISRsDQxGoGk/s1600-h/160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkqvQa67YsI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ISRsDQxGoGk/s320/160.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353283803722506946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkqvP17KULI/AAAAAAAAAmA/8fbJG3IvJao/s1600-h/143-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkqvP17KULI/AAAAAAAAAmA/8fbJG3IvJao/s320/143-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353283793791373490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkquR_wc04I/AAAAAAAAAlY/Xtd8xJY-Eok/s1600-h/096-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkquR_wc04I/AAAAAAAAAlY/Xtd8xJY-Eok/s320/096-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353282731278914434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkquSnH9bAI/AAAAAAAAAlo/1zVTBVez-ac/s1600-h/115-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkquSnH9bAI/AAAAAAAAAlo/1zVTBVez-ac/s320/115-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353282741846502402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-1351934199634956795?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/1351934199634956795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=1351934199634956795' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/1351934199634956795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/1351934199634956795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-update.html' title='Finally an update!'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SkqsrJT1s8I/AAAAAAAAAj4/iPHTPcwCd3U/s72-c/039-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-6240805306621127841</id><published>2009-06-11T08:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:23:38.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mom, on This the Day After Your Birthday...</title><content type='html'>I guess I am a day late, but I want to get this down so you'll never forget your first birthday with me in your life.  That was my whole goal, I promise.  I wanted it to be memorable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the naps that you kept begging me to take all day, I just didn't want to.  I wanted to be up, spending time with you on your special day.  I know that I fell asleep at the worst time in the afternoon, (when you needed me to be awake so that you could feed me before I went to see daddy for a bit.)  But, I was just sooo sleepy after spending the day awake with you that I couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was good and slept on the drive over, though.  I woke up feeling grouchy.  But, you changed my diaper and then began to feed me.  Ah, so nice.  I'm glad we left the house early.  It gave you time to feed me:-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your plans to meet with your old boss about part time work, practicing with the worship team at church and homegroup all sounded great mom, really.  I know that you REALLY wanted to do those things.  I should have reminded you to pack some extra clothes for yourself though.  My poop is pretty vivid, and really shows up on light, khaki pants.  Man, I'm sorry about that mom.  I really hit you with a lot of poopies, huh?  Really, it was an accident.  I heard you call dad from the car and tell him that we were going to turn around and go home.  I could tell you weren't happy.  But, hey, that meant that I was going to get you to myself all evening, and that made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when things aren't going the right way for me, this is how I tell you about it.  It's funny that you don't do the same; although, I bet you felt like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SjEDOYMb-LI/AAAAAAAAAjA/0qFwYjOMvTU/s1600-h/IMG_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SjEDOYMb-LI/AAAAAAAAAjA/0qFwYjOMvTU/s320/IMG_0449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346057778213157042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that on the way home, you talked to me about what had happened, and by the end of the conversation you were laughing.  Whew!  I was a bit worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night didn't end too badly though, did it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy brought home a note that he wrote in the car on his way home, (yikes) and some beautiful roses.  He said they look just like the ones he bought you when he proposed 2 years ago! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SjEDO0hE11I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/POWsAKeE7jo/s1600-h/IMG_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SjEDO0hE11I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/POWsAKeE7jo/s320/IMG_0454.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346057785815914322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're so special to Red Hot and Blue, they'd sent you a free birthday dinner.  So, we went out to dinner, (I only made dad walk me a little while we were there.)  Remember, mom, nights are hard for me.  But, I tried hard to be brave.  Dad and I walked out and talked to the waitress and asked the staff to come sing to you and bring you a yummy treat.  We sure surprised you, didn't we?  Hehe, they were sure loud.  But, it was a special day, so that was okay with me.  Then, we went and found you some CUTE clothes that were on sale.  Daddy found you two fun dresses, and we had fun watching you model all you found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we arrived back home, I was grouchy.  Nothing you could do would help.  You kept telling me that I was sleepy, but I didn't want to believe you.  Daddy read me The Tale of Tom Kitten, and it was then that I promptly fell asleep.  It felt so good!  I only got you up once in the night to eat!  I was just so sleepy.  I think we all were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SjEDOsp4KvI/AAAAAAAAAjI/L8UvyBWNwp4/s1600-h/IMG_0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SjEDOsp4KvI/AAAAAAAAAjI/L8UvyBWNwp4/s320/IMG_0452.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346057783705348850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, remember that I learned this on your birthday:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SjEDPVQHEiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/q9wFKNw2dKE/s1600-h/IMG_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SjEDPVQHEiI/AAAAAAAAAjY/q9wFKNw2dKE/s320/IMG_0447.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346057794603127330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, I know that your birthday didn't go the way you planned, but I'm glad you were able to spend it with your two special men.  Maybe I should poop on you more often...just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sammy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-6240805306621127841?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/6240805306621127841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=6240805306621127841' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/6240805306621127841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/6240805306621127841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-mom-on-this-day-after-your.html' title='Dear Mom, on This the Day After Your Birthday...'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SjEDOYMb-LI/AAAAAAAAAjA/0qFwYjOMvTU/s72-c/IMG_0449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-4367498721332704779</id><published>2009-06-04T09:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:56:16.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Fans</title><content type='html'>Hello my adoring fans.  It has been awhile since I've updated this blog.  My life has been a little crazy the last several weeks.  I went from dark, quiet peace, to crazy, loud, and uncomfortable world.  It's been a huge change for me, I must admit.  Although, I have LOVED meeting mom and dad, and so many of my adoring fans.  I do enjoy the silly things grown ups do when the see me.  Ah, the life.  Speaking of my life, it's very...basic.  See, I'm growing like a weed and developing like crazy, so my life is pretty much, eating, sleeping, (when I feel like it) and filling my diapers.  Ha, do those ever get reactions.  I've leaked on mom several times, and everytime this happens, she gives me a bath.  Not that I generally mind; baths remind me of my younger days, but the getting out part I hate...so cold!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my size:  You know that I love to eat.  I'm a boy, what can I say.  A few days ago mom took me to see Miss Peggy, (I guess she delivered me, I don't really remember).  They checked me all over and then weighed me.  Yes, I am a healthy 12lbs 2oz.  Here's me hanging on the bed this morning.  Don't I look good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SifMXrrjr5I/AAAAAAAAAiI/kL4IzwBzGSQ/s1600-h/IMG_0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SifMXrrjr5I/AAAAAAAAAiI/kL4IzwBzGSQ/s320/IMG_0434.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343464190132858770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SifMXfS4o7I/AAAAAAAAAiA/WCKZ0XxPHiM/s1600-h/IMG_0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SifMXfS4o7I/AAAAAAAAAiA/WCKZ0XxPHiM/s320/IMG_0430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343464186808148914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sleep:  Well, you know, sleeping is boring.  I generally will take some naps during the day, but man I much prefer to be up, looking around and fussing.  I know, the fussy thing just happened recently.  I can't really explain it.  My tummy sometimes bothers me, (mom keeps saying this is called gas), and sometimes I just feel like fussing.  I like it best when mom cuddles me during the day.  I guess I just get lonely for her.  &lt;br /&gt;I have started prefering to stay up late at night, and, for some reason, I do find myself fussing a lot then.  Last night, I frustrated mommy.  See, normally, I prefer for dad to hold me at night.  I don't know why, but I just do.  I like his voice, and the way he rocks me.  Well, last night, mom decided to put me to bed so daddy could get a nap.  I didn't really like that.  So I communicated my frustraion by fussing everytime mom sat down.  By 11 she and her arms had had enough and put me in my crib.  Well, I communicated again, and my hero, daddy, came and rescued me.  I was asleep a short while later.  Here's me with my hero:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SifOwiBN15I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/WkLs2QdUwSk/s1600-h/IMG_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SifOwiBN15I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/WkLs2QdUwSk/s320/IMG_0416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343466816059332498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am liking my life now, mostly.  It's just very different.  I'll close with some fun pics of me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SifRBRFaUCI/AAAAAAAAAi4/CvK46jyi0BY/s1600-h/IMG_0429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SifRBRFaUCI/AAAAAAAAAi4/CvK46jyi0BY/s320/IMG_0429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343469302594555938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SifRBB9CExI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Luq97DWql8E/s1600-h/IMG_0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SifRBB9CExI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Luq97DWql8E/s320/IMG_0427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343469298532881170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SifRA5YhrcI/AAAAAAAAAio/Fh8pky45538/s1600-h/IMG_0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SifRA5YhrcI/AAAAAAAAAio/Fh8pky45538/s320/IMG_0423.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343469296232279490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SifRAsonboI/AAAAAAAAAig/GaaT72w6qQ4/s1600-h/IMG_0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SifRAsonboI/AAAAAAAAAig/GaaT72w6qQ4/s320/IMG_0419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343469292810104450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SifRAZ0BoMI/AAAAAAAAAiY/UiuZgY6JXbE/s1600-h/IMG_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SifRAZ0BoMI/AAAAAAAAAiY/UiuZgY6JXbE/s320/IMG_0417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343469287757684930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-4367498721332704779?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/4367498721332704779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=4367498721332704779' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/4367498721332704779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/4367498721332704779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-fans.html' title='For the Fans'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SifMXrrjr5I/AAAAAAAAAiI/kL4IzwBzGSQ/s72-c/IMG_0434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-7149480455737058614</id><published>2009-05-26T21:10:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:44:19.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Sky</title><content type='html'>So back on the 14th I went to Montana for HSLDA. The people were all very kind, and the weather was nice, but the real story was the beautiful mountains surrounding the town. The conference was in Kalispell, and this was the view from the hotel parking lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShyT5KN_-VI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ZDBXreqMnr0/s1600-h/IMG_0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShyT5KN_-VI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ZDBXreqMnr0/s320/IMG_0315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340305868359465298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of the folks at the conference suggested that I head over and look at Glacier Park, which was about half an hour away. So after I packed up on Saturday afternoon, I packed up some bottled water and some trusty peanuts and drove off. I snapped a few from the car on the way there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShyVWjsVeiI/AAAAAAAAAhM/vW-hReuQYLQ/s1600-h/IMG_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShyVWjsVeiI/AAAAAAAAAhM/vW-hReuQYLQ/s320/IMG_0327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340307472925424162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShyVWRUMVYI/AAAAAAAAAhE/C1C0mvxF2jE/s1600-h/IMG_0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShyVWRUMVYI/AAAAAAAAAhE/C1C0mvxF2jE/s320/IMG_0322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340307467992323458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShyVV2gjuxI/AAAAAAAAAg8/pGwNG8haDAo/s1600-h/IMG_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShyVV2gjuxI/AAAAAAAAAg8/pGwNG8haDAo/s320/IMG_0318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340307460796431122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The river is the Flathead river, which runs out of the park. The highway pretty much followed the river up to the park, and the park road came back to it when it had shrunk down to a little stream flowing out of the mountains. There's apparently a road that goes right up to the higher parts of the park, but it's closed still as it gets avalanche'd over each winter and they have to spend a few months each spring clearing off the snow and logs. I stopped at the last parking area, and asked some kindly local-looking folks where I should head for a good view. They directed me to hike up to Avalanche Lake, which is the lake that feeds the stream, and is itself fed by lots of little streams coming down off the mountains. The path up pretty much follows the stream. Here's some pictures from the way up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShyXJ_AIb6I/AAAAAAAAAhc/QskVnR7MU2U/s1600-h/IMG_0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShyXJ_AIb6I/AAAAAAAAAhc/QskVnR7MU2U/s320/IMG_0337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340309455941169058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShyXJSRDOkI/AAAAAAAAAhU/XlloqWHgs8g/s1600-h/IMG_0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShyXJSRDOkI/AAAAAAAAAhU/XlloqWHgs8g/s320/IMG_0335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340309443932535362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then you get to the lake, and the view opens up to a really cool panorama of snow-capped mountains surrounding the lake, with some trees around the edge.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShyYCFg84rI/AAAAAAAAAhs/tAkx_Bdxd4I/s1600-h/IMG_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShyYCFg84rI/AAAAAAAAAhs/tAkx_Bdxd4I/s320/IMG_0351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340310419762111154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShyYBh0VtlI/AAAAAAAAAhk/jZ_E66XruZ4/s1600-h/IMG_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShyYBh0VtlI/AAAAAAAAAhk/jZ_E66XruZ4/s320/IMG_0352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340310410179753554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw how it looked like the cliffs pretty much come down to the lake's edge on the other side, so I decided to run over to the other side of the lake to get a close-up view. Turns out the don't get right down to the lake edge, but there's a hundred yards or so of woods and pretty deep snow between the base of the cliffs and the shore. I was in my running shoes, and it was getting plenty annoying to sink knee-deep in snow every step, so I didn't go any further. &lt;br /&gt;But here's where my story gets silly; I didn't know what time it was getting dark, and it was a bit overcast, so I started to worry that I couldn't get back in time. I decided to run back around the other side of the lake. I had started around on the cold side, the one on the right facing forward. I came back on the sunny side, since I could tell there wasn't any snow on the sunny shore. &lt;br /&gt;Thing is, I had noticed earlier that the "left" side of the lake had a whole bunch of knocked-down trees pushed down on the shore from an avalanche on the side where the trail came in, but I forgot about that when I came back around from the other side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I came back to the part where the trees where, I realized I was going to have to climb through a pretty big tangle of downed trees. I would have gone back the long way at this point, but again, worried about daylight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO... the first tree I come up to, as I'm climbing over it, I bump a bough, and out boils this dense cloud of mosquitos. I scrambled over the tree and ran on, and slapped a few off, but pretty soon I was scrambling over piles of logs continually, and every pine bough I bumped or stepped on would belch out this huge cloud of mosquitos. I'd heard that mosquitos could come in dense clouds like that up north, but I'd thought it was artistic license. I've never seen anything like it! Frankly, I got a bit panicky scrambling through that tangle of trees. Fortunately, it was only about 150 yards long, and not as many mosquitos actually landed on me as could have, although I was constantly brushing them off and spitting them out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me on the other side :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShyaimXv6RI/AAAAAAAAAh0/wS05edGZasY/s1600-h/IMG_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShyaimXv6RI/AAAAAAAAAh0/wS05edGZasY/s320/IMG_0353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340313177360951570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got back on the trail, the hike back down was uneventful. I was pretty tired out by the time I got back home. I did have one lonely little mosquito fly out of my backpack when I opened it up back at the hotel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-7149480455737058614?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/7149480455737058614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=7149480455737058614' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/7149480455737058614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/7149480455737058614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-sky.html' title='Big Sky'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShyT5KN_-VI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ZDBXreqMnr0/s72-c/IMG_0315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-8175704940572906272</id><published>2009-05-23T20:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:45:40.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShiX0GZ3PwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Lea8UVrTjXo/s1600-h/IMG_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShiX0GZ3PwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Lea8UVrTjXo/s320/IMG_0398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339184279575805698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, one of mom and baby!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShiXzklE1cI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fVSSCPhDhrk/s1600-h/IMG_0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShiXzklE1cI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fVSSCPhDhrk/s320/IMG_0397.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339184270496028098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShiXe-R4AzI/AAAAAAAAAf8/2DQsyUY6CGM/s1600-h/IMG_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShiXe-R4AzI/AAAAAAAAAf8/2DQsyUY6CGM/s320/IMG_0371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339183916617564978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShiXfybKT4I/AAAAAAAAAgc/CChadRTLO1g/s1600-h/IMG_0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShiXfybKT4I/AAAAAAAAAgc/CChadRTLO1g/s320/IMG_0389.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339183930615156610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is my personal favorite:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShiXf0JHJ_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/QxOPGL6QvnQ/s1600-h/IMG_0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShiXf0JHJ_I/AAAAAAAAAgU/QxOPGL6QvnQ/s320/IMG_0392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339183931076323314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being serious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShiXfpoezGI/AAAAAAAAAgM/JfJQspjudGI/s1600-h/IMG_0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShiXfpoezGI/AAAAAAAAAgM/JfJQspjudGI/s320/IMG_0387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339183928255106146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing off his cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShiXfOg18QI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-NNhWk6C0qA/s1600-h/IMG_0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShiXfOg18QI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-NNhWk6C0qA/s320/IMG_0385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339183920975311106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-8175704940572906272?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/8175704940572906272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=8175704940572906272' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/8175704940572906272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/8175704940572906272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-pictures.html' title='More pictures!'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ShiX0GZ3PwI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Lea8UVrTjXo/s72-c/IMG_0398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-4118140695702191950</id><published>2009-05-12T14:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:27:20.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman, Swinging and Singing with daddy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sgm_P2io1pI/AAAAAAAAAf0/bZdXthwCl4E/s1600-h/IMG_0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sgm_P2io1pI/AAAAAAAAAf0/bZdXthwCl4E/s320/IMG_0305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335005512656803474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sgm_PrGovlI/AAAAAAAAAfs/iSulBZJYucA/s1600-h/IMG_0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sgm_PrGovlI/AAAAAAAAAfs/iSulBZJYucA/s320/IMG_0304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335005509586566738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sgm_PQ9zUFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/IRGA6iGF2bk/s1600-h/IMG_0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sgm_PQ9zUFI/AAAAAAAAAfk/IRGA6iGF2bk/s320/IMG_0303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335005502570188882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sgm_Ot8wAzI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Tb9LlXVxT9M/s1600-h/IMG_0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sgm_Ot8wAzI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Tb9LlXVxT9M/s320/IMG_0308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335005493170537266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sgm_O82Xi9I/AAAAAAAAAfc/Q3piaJjMbHQ/s1600-h/IMG_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sgm_O82Xi9I/AAAAAAAAAfc/Q3piaJjMbHQ/s320/IMG_0310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335005497170299858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-4118140695702191950?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/4118140695702191950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=4118140695702191950' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/4118140695702191950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/4118140695702191950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/05/superman-swinging-and-singing-with.html' title='Superman, Swinging and Singing with daddy...'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sgm_P2io1pI/AAAAAAAAAf0/bZdXthwCl4E/s72-c/IMG_0305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-6702572381897979186</id><published>2009-05-02T21:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:54:04.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Sammy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sfz4JFradUI/AAAAAAAAAfM/gzLnuz9WTX4/s1600-h/IMG_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sfz4JFradUI/AAAAAAAAAfM/gzLnuz9WTX4/s320/IMG_0260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331408893926602050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile, caught on camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sfz4I34UavI/AAAAAAAAAfE/QyDGA1xZ4ck/s1600-h/IMG_0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sfz4I34UavI/AAAAAAAAAfE/QyDGA1xZ4ck/s320/IMG_0231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331408890222635762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he likes to sleep best--backside in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sfz3iVOOvZI/AAAAAAAAAe0/4Mz3WhyJkN0/s1600-h/IMG_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sfz3iVOOvZI/AAAAAAAAAe0/4Mz3WhyJkN0/s320/IMG_0239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331408228084268434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quality time with Grandma Cole and Aunt Judy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sfz3iJ9N23I/AAAAAAAAAes/pPfUnf2r_iQ/s1600-h/IMG_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sfz3iJ9N23I/AAAAAAAAAes/pPfUnf2r_iQ/s320/IMG_0233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331408225060117362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sfz3h80NZ4I/AAAAAAAAAek/XYpZbnaURZk/s1600-h/IMG_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sfz3h80NZ4I/AAAAAAAAAek/XYpZbnaURZk/s320/IMG_0258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331408221532678018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love his face in this one!:)  "Seriously, mom, another picture??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sfz2hsO2MJI/AAAAAAAAAeM/cPlcugQCZ5s/s1600-h/IMG_0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sfz2hsO2MJI/AAAAAAAAAeM/cPlcugQCZ5s/s320/IMG_0252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331407117569372306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chillin' with mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sfz2hWM6sTI/AAAAAAAAAeE/7tSb__zbCqY/s1600-h/IMG_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sfz2hWM6sTI/AAAAAAAAAeE/7tSb__zbCqY/s320/IMG_0247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331407111655698738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sfz2gl88AmI/AAAAAAAAAds/ZGsEBVC2U5g/s1600-h/IMG_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sfz2gl88AmI/AAAAAAAAAds/ZGsEBVC2U5g/s320/IMG_0240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331407098703774306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more cuteness:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-6702572381897979186?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/6702572381897979186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=6702572381897979186' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/6702572381897979186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/6702572381897979186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-sammy.html' title='Baby Sammy'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Sfz4JFradUI/AAAAAAAAAfM/gzLnuz9WTX4/s72-c/IMG_0260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-6517142409900763551</id><published>2009-04-22T15:00:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:42:38.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy news!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Se9xx7LKUlI/AAAAAAAAAdM/EfKJljBO5EI/s1600-h/IMG_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Se9xx7LKUlI/AAAAAAAAAdM/EfKJljBO5EI/s320/IMG_0207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327601986714620498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing Samuel David LaRock. Born at 3:55am April 20th, (on his due date!!) 7lbs 14oz, 19 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do find it ironic that as I was typing up the previous post I was in active labor with my adorable son, and didn't completely realize it. I had been having false labor for a few weeks, and because I was trying not to get my hopes up, I was just going about life as usual. I did note to Peter that these contractions "felt different", but I still wasn't sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My contractions started sporadically around 4pm on April 19th. By 8pm they were pretty regular and getting pretty painful. But, this had happened to me before on the previous Wednesday, so I wasn't convinced. We did decide to call our parents and let them know that we were thinking "this might be it" and to ask for their prayers. I also called our midwife and let her know what was up. An hour or so later, the contractions started to slow down. I began to worry. Peter had started filling the tub which is quite the task, and I was thinking that everything was going to end again. I decided to lay down for a bit to see what would happen. Previously, my contractions would taper off when I would lay down. They did at first, and then, all of the sudden my water broke. I kind of freaked:-) I was really embarassed! haha. At this point we knew this was it. The contractions began to pick up again and gain in intensity. We called Peggy again, and she suggested that she come on out. She said she'd be here at about 1:30am. Aimee, our awesome assistant, showed up around 1am and wanted to check my status. I was pretty sure that I wasn't very far along. Things were intense, but I was managing fine. Her next words shocked me, "Um, I feel your baby's head." She told me that I was at least at 7cm and that my cervix was gone; effaced. I couldn't believe it. I thought I would be at like 3 or 4cm. She suggested I go ahead and get in the pool which I did. The next few hours are kind of a blur and yet not. I was very aware of everything that was going on. Peter was an awesome coach. He helped me breathe and work through each contraction. As things got harder and I would start to get panicky, he would calm me. I don't know what I would have done without him! He also rubbed my lower back the entire time which helped tremendously. I remember him holding me and praying with me during a particularly hard contraction. What a blessing to have his support! He got in the tub with me and stayed there until after Sammy was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Se9x-V5K3oI/AAAAAAAAAdU/fNkuoIAiBbQ/s1600-h/IMG_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Se9x-V5K3oI/AAAAAAAAAdU/fNkuoIAiBbQ/s320/IMG_0206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327602200045346434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had prepared myself mentally for a hard, long labor and a very hard transition. I was shocked a few hours later to hear Aimee tell Peter that I appeared to be heading into the 2nd stage, (pushing.) I figured that I still had hours to go, and I wasn't sure when transition happened. But, sure enough, my body began pushing involuntarily a few contractions later. I really don't know how long I pushed, but it wasn't that long, and Sammy moved quick. I remember getting scared at this point, but Peter and my team kept encouraging me, and honestly, I couldn't have stopped my body if I had tried. Before I knew it, my son had been born. He seemed to love being born in the water, and I found it very refreshing, too. We all just kind of sat there in awe. Peggy and Aimee just let us sit there in the water and look at our baby. They did some busy work, but really just left us to enjoy the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Se9yMev7TTI/AAAAAAAAAdc/S9lhJZ9pjzY/s1600-h/IMG_0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Se9yMev7TTI/AAAAAAAAAdc/S9lhJZ9pjzY/s320/IMG_0185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327602442940665138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing really to sit back and remember the experience. I LOVED that I was at home. I was very relaxed. Peter and I watched some comedy, and he rubbed my back as I had contractions. I updated our blog, stopping for each contraction, etc. etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Se9yYSI_qKI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Gp3H4cfBD9g/s1600-h/IMG_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Se9yYSI_qKI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Gp3H4cfBD9g/s320/IMG_0093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327602645714577570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our amazing birth team, Aimee and Peggy.  Judy, my sister was there, too, and she was great to help out:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the birth, Peter and I kept saying that we felt incredibly blessed. I had prepared myself for a long, hard labor, but it wasn't. God really did bless us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sammy is beautiful! He's making the adjustment to life outside the womb well. He's a good little nurser. He's still figuring out sleep and wake times, but that's okay:-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll continue to keep you posted, and I'm sure we'll get more pictures up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-6517142409900763551?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/6517142409900763551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=6517142409900763551' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/6517142409900763551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/6517142409900763551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-news.html' title='Happy news!'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Se9xx7LKUlI/AAAAAAAAAdM/EfKJljBO5EI/s72-c/IMG_0207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-5468386226655693449</id><published>2009-04-19T21:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:12:58.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Backyard Cookout at the LaRock's...</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time Peter bought a fire bowl.  It actually was over a year ago, but he just hadn't had a chance to build a nice, toasty fire in it.  One, fine spring day in April, 2009, he decided to build a fire, invite guests and roast hot dogs and marshmellows over the delightful flame.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SevWySPHAGI/AAAAAAAAAck/OOSmFQr_hCI/s1600-h/IMG_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326587143672758370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SevWySPHAGI/AAAAAAAAAck/OOSmFQr_hCI/s320/IMG_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meanwhile, his very pregnant wife decided that the warm weather warrented the planting of various seeds in her pots.  She remembered the previous year's attempt was a success, (although she was too sick with her pregnancy to enjoy any of the fruits of her labors.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SevWx6_EpkI/AAAAAAAAAcc/IraFHgX-e0g/s1600-h/IMG_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326587137431479874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SevWx6_EpkI/AAAAAAAAAcc/IraFHgX-e0g/s320/IMG_0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, while Peter prepared the fire, Julie and Judy admired their hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SevWxrUwymI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FoGFEv_pBp0/s1600-h/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326587133227485794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SevWxrUwymI/AAAAAAAAAcU/FoGFEv_pBp0/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Judy, who was one of the guests, did a great job planting her bean seeds.  She smiled with joy at the thought of yummy hotdogs and marshmellows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SevWgIJhZmI/AAAAAAAAAcM/5AdRQbBIifQ/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326586831727322722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SevWgIJhZmI/AAAAAAAAAcM/5AdRQbBIifQ/s320/IMG_0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The flame became hot and ready to roll, so Peter and Judy roasted their dinner.  It was a pleasant, happy way to enjoy the great outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SevWf-MxkpI/AAAAAAAAAcE/0aqsAlIi4Bk/s1600-h/IMG_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326586829056610962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SevWf-MxkpI/AAAAAAAAAcE/0aqsAlIi4Bk/s320/IMG_0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peter, who was thrilled to finally be using his fire bowl, helped himself to two hotdogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SevWfsjf7pI/AAAAAAAAAb8/A0F3758dq1I/s1600-h/IMG_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326586824320085650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SevWfsjf7pI/AAAAAAAAAb8/A0F3758dq1I/s320/IMG_0079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next, the final guest, Joseph, showed up.  He also enjoyed roasting his dinner over the open flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SevWfQFoeyI/AAAAAAAAAb0/KsI8NI-EFxE/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326586816678624034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SevWfQFoeyI/AAAAAAAAAb0/KsI8NI-EFxE/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And finally the marshmellows, in all their sticky splendor, were consumed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SevWfFgR4-I/AAAAAAAAAbs/jXSLyV_bxpE/s1600-h/IMG_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326586813837599714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SevWfFgR4-I/AAAAAAAAAbs/jXSLyV_bxpE/s320/IMG_0082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good times were had by all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-5468386226655693449?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/5468386226655693449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=5468386226655693449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/5468386226655693449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/5468386226655693449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/04/backyard-cookout-at-larocks.html' title='Backyard Cookout at the LaRock&apos;s...'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SevWySPHAGI/AAAAAAAAAck/OOSmFQr_hCI/s72-c/IMG_0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-2065838109997810239</id><published>2009-04-13T21:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:44:34.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tub and 39 weeks shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SePthTlTdFI/AAAAAAAAAbk/r2z8huxQQV8/s1600-h/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324360340930262098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SePthTlTdFI/AAAAAAAAAbk/r2z8huxQQV8/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SePthFT-0CI/AAAAAAAAAbc/_NULwqdVBTU/s1600-h/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324360337099509794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SePthFT-0CI/AAAAAAAAAbc/_NULwqdVBTU/s320/IMG_0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are after setting up the tub at our place last week. We're planning a homebirth and I'd love for it to be a waterbirth. So, we were able to rent this handy waterbirth tub. Fun times:-) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SePtg2O-rYI/AAAAAAAAAbU/I2tzbeM-Edg/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324360333051997570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SePtg2O-rYI/AAAAAAAAAbU/I2tzbeM-Edg/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SePtgkvOQ7I/AAAAAAAAAbM/KEoM86KFlkA/s1600-h/IMG_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324360328355398578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SePtgkvOQ7I/AAAAAAAAAbM/KEoM86KFlkA/s320/IMG_0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here is baby LaRock at 39 weeks. I actually have felt very good recently. I do have normal aches, pains, swelling, and tiredness, but I'm really blessed to say that I feel great! I am getting really ready to meet our little guy:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far not much going on. I've had contractions on and off for the last 3 weeks or so. We'll keep you updated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom and dad came last week and dropped my sister, Judy, off to stay with us. She wants to be a midwife herself and so plans to be around to help out at our birth. I say, brave girl! We've had fun playing lots of nertz and other games. There are only so many games to be played with just two people. She's feeling much better after coming down with a flu bug shortly after her arrival. We've had fun getting to know her better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Julie and Pete&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/15836721-2065838109997810239?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/2065838109997810239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=2065838109997810239' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/2065838109997810239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/2065838109997810239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/04/tub-and-39-weeks-shots.html' title='Tub and 39 weeks shots'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SePthTlTdFI/AAAAAAAAAbk/r2z8huxQQV8/s72-c/IMG_0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-1832141723614118970</id><published>2009-03-29T21:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:48:24.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>boys getting into makeup =...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SdAj8VpKVhI/AAAAAAAAAbE/oQDCSR42nJU/s1600-h/Boys+makeup+fun!+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318790679433467410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SdAj8VpKVhI/AAAAAAAAAbE/oQDCSR42nJU/s320/Boys+makeup+fun!+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say, lookin' good ol' chap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SdAj8Ovnk0I/AAAAAAAAAa8/UzyKmaULTRA/s1600-h/Boys+makeup+fun!+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318790677581501250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SdAj8Ovnk0I/AAAAAAAAAa8/UzyKmaULTRA/s320/Boys+makeup+fun!+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Couple of good lookin' gents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SdAj8AFEefI/AAAAAAAAAa0/U75vTo1DYmI/s1600-h/Boys+makeup+fun!+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318790673644943858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SdAj8AFEefI/AAAAAAAAAa0/U75vTo1DYmI/s320/Boys+makeup+fun!+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SdAj757CdTI/AAAAAAAAAas/TvdhwNok6yg/s1600-h/Boys+makeup+fun!+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318790671992255794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SdAj757CdTI/AAAAAAAAAas/TvdhwNok6yg/s320/Boys+makeup+fun!+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An artist hard at work! Gotta love it.&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/15836721-1832141723614118970?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/1832141723614118970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=1832141723614118970' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/1832141723614118970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/1832141723614118970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/03/boys-getting-into-makeup.html' title='boys getting into makeup =...'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SdAj8VpKVhI/AAAAAAAAAbE/oQDCSR42nJU/s72-c/Boys+makeup+fun!+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-4143305135016917093</id><published>2009-03-26T17:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T17:20:20.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby LaRock's Shower</title><content type='html'>The ladies in my home group threw the baby and me a party last night. I have to say we were feeling pretty spoiled:-) Here are some pictures from the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ScvwqLAlycI/AAAAAAAAAak/2o45rZ7fng4/s1600-h/shower+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317608392341440962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ScvwqLAlycI/AAAAAAAAAak/2o45rZ7fng4/s320/shower+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ScvwpguK1GI/AAAAAAAAAac/S0TutmScZ5c/s1600-h/shower+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317608380989887586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ScvwpguK1GI/AAAAAAAAAac/S0TutmScZ5c/s320/shower+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Scvwpec4ufI/AAAAAAAAAaU/a67BzS3TKU4/s1600-h/shower+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317608380380527090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Scvwpec4ufI/AAAAAAAAAaU/a67BzS3TKU4/s320/shower+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ScvwO3f2hrI/AAAAAAAAAaM/06gQcfbxg2U/s1600-h/shower+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317607923247384242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ScvwO3f2hrI/AAAAAAAAAaM/06gQcfbxg2U/s320/shower+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ScvwOostx3I/AAAAAAAAAaE/lTRxlwOsNFI/s1600-h/shower+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317607919274805106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ScvwOostx3I/AAAAAAAAAaE/lTRxlwOsNFI/s320/shower+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Checking out some big boy clothes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ScvwOKNX6aI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/v54Jny_iCFM/s1600-h/shower+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317607911090284962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ScvwOKNX6aI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/v54Jny_iCFM/s320/shower+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Checking out some littler boy clothes!  Sooo cute:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ScvwOK6kkXI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/TLc7Mxekpms/s1600-h/shower+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317607911279858034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ScvwOK6kkXI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/TLc7Mxekpms/s320/shower+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby LaRock's first cake!  Isn't it so cute?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ScvwNsjU4uI/AAAAAAAAAZs/3Gmb3a_l4u0/s1600-h/shower+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317607903129297634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ScvwNsjU4uI/AAAAAAAAAZs/3Gmb3a_l4u0/s320/shower+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checkin' out that cake.&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/15836721-4143305135016917093?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/4143305135016917093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=4143305135016917093' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/4143305135016917093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/4143305135016917093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-larocks-shower.html' title='Baby LaRock&apos;s Shower'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ScvwqLAlycI/AAAAAAAAAak/2o45rZ7fng4/s72-c/shower+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-847625872824397909</id><published>2009-03-19T17:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:21:38.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ScK2bq5MCkI/AAAAAAAAAZg/tSWkPLbkPSE/s1600-h/preggo+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315011096737483330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ScK2bq5MCkI/AAAAAAAAAZg/tSWkPLbkPSE/s320/preggo+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shot of baby LaRock's crib. Grandpa and Grandma LaRock are graciously letting us use this cute crib, and we think it looks perfect:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ScK2bEeqyFI/AAAAAAAAAZY/hO4G6bMO7tI/s1600-h/33+weeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315011086425704530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ScK2bEeqyFI/AAAAAAAAAZY/hO4G6bMO7tI/s320/33+weeks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am at 33 weeks, looking thoughtful:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ScK2a6LGE8I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ACbojpTUzbo/s1600-h/35+weeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315011083659252674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ScK2a6LGE8I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/ACbojpTUzbo/s320/35+weeks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shot of baby LaRock at 35 weeks! I am starting to feel pretty big and don't really enjoy the swollen feet and ankles that start puffing up at the end of the day, but beyond small annoyances, I'm feeling really well. I'm still able to workout nearly everyday, and havequite a bit of energy, although bedtime is starting to be a little earlier these days.  It's funny, this pic makes me look sad/tired, but it's just a bad pic;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy LaRock, (isn't that cute!) is doing well. He recently traveled up to Maine for a work conference. He said it was beautiful up there--too bad there was snow...he couldn't really enjoy a swim in the ocean. He continues to be excited about his little one's arrival. At night, when Peter rubs oils and such on my tummy, the baby will often lift his little backside up. I think he likes getting daddy rubbing and loving, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I have a cute video of the baby kicking, (you can totally see it), but for some reason it won't upload.  I'll keep trying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Julie&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/15836721-847625872824397909?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/847625872824397909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=847625872824397909' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/847625872824397909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/847625872824397909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='An update'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ScK2bq5MCkI/AAAAAAAAAZg/tSWkPLbkPSE/s72-c/preggo+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-2894772594412336777</id><published>2009-03-11T09:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:14:12.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the lack of updates...</title><content type='html'>I've been battling a yucky sickness for the past week or so, and I'm finally starting to see the end.  I've meant to post pics and fun stuff for awhile, but generally make it home with energy enough to crash:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby is 34 weeks old now!  It's going by very quickly.  I'm very thankful to have very few complaints as I head into the last weeks.  I have felt tired, but then again, I've been sick.  I have had trouble sleeping some, but that's been due to the stuffy nose, head and ears.  All things considered, things are going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-2894772594412336777?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/2894772594412336777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=2894772594412336777' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/2894772594412336777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/2894772594412336777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorry-for-lack-of-updates.html' title='Sorry for the lack of updates...'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-4940232111964391139</id><published>2009-02-19T17:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:06:48.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good sermon...</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday I heard one of those messages that I really needed to hear.  It seems like sometimes there are just some teachings that strike a chord, you know?  This one made me squirm, tear up, and feel conviction like I haven't felt for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our pastor was actually out on a retreat, and Bill, one of our elders exhorted us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His topic: bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started out by posing thoughts like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had an imaginary conversation to "put them in their place..."  You may be bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If "we don't get along" are words associated with a relationship... You may be bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're thinking of retaliation rather than reconciliation...You may be bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you forgive only when someone asks you for forgiveness...You may be bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you review offenses over and over in your mind...You may be bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have someone, "you're not speaking to..." You may be bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is someone you just can't forgive...You may be bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, when someone asks you for forgiveness, you think, "It's not that easy..."  You may be bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you say, I'm not bitter, I'm just deeply hurt..."  You may be bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of those really hit home for me.  I am commanded in Ephesians 4:31 to "Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander along with every form of malice."  And yet, there I sat, stubbornly holding onto bitterness and anger.  Bill stated that bitterness is a tricky sin, and I agree!  It often seems like it is caused by someone else's sin and so I feel justified in feeling the way I do.  So, the next part of his teaching focused on understanding what bitterness truly is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used the passage in Heb 12:15 that talks about how bitterness is a root.  It's hidden, difficult to remove, it spreads and it bears fruit of its kind.  It’s a sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two good verses on bitterness: Acts 8:23 and James 3:14-15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next point:  The Bible does not give me the right to be bitter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I may think I have the right&lt;br /&gt;--The world may say I have the right&lt;br /&gt;--I don't have the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next point: Bitterness Has Consequences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitterness that’s shared:&lt;br /&gt;-“Defiles many”&lt;br /&gt;-Takes up the offenses of others&lt;br /&gt;-Spreads virally&lt;br /&gt;-Infects the church with gross evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitterness that’s not shared&lt;br /&gt;-Eats away at you&lt;br /&gt;-Affects you emotionally, psychologically, even physically&lt;br /&gt;-Produces illness&lt;br /&gt;-Leads to other problems&lt;br /&gt;-Slander&lt;br /&gt;-Self-pity&lt;br /&gt;-Vindictiveness/Revenge&lt;br /&gt;-Unforgiving spirit&lt;br /&gt;-Factions&lt;br /&gt;-Funk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talked about how we will often say, "I'm hurt" rather than, "I'm bitter".  But, his point was that hurt turns into resentment which turns into bitterness.  Another zinger, "Proud people stay bitter."  Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talked about how we can come to like being bitter.  We enjoy holding things against others and it can become a way of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next point: Getting Rid of Bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bitterness remembers details.  "If you have sharp memory of offenses or hurts from long ago, you've been reviewing and you're likely to be bitter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first step is to acknowledge the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 3:23 and 1 Cor 13: 7 address love.  If I'm bitter toward someone, I'm not loving unconditionally, and I'm therefore in sin.  I am disobeying a command that God has given.  Man, that's hard to swallow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mt 18:32-35 and Mt 6:12-15 both address forgiveness.  It's a command also.  If I'm bitter, I'm not walking in forgiveness and once again, I'm in sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy for me to talk about how someone wronged me, and use that hurt as an excuse to be bitter, but that does not negate the fact that I'm in sin.  A good point he made:  "If forgiveness does not already fill your heart before they ask for forgiveness, will you really forgive them from the heart when they ask?"  And:" Does God require a strict confession of every sin we commit (that we might not even be aware of) before He has forgiveness for us?"  Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did address the command in Gal 6:1 where we are called to restore a brother who is caught in a trespass.  It states that "those who are spiritual" are to be the ones doing the restoring.  His point:  If I have responded in anger and bitterness to someone and didn't respond in unconditional love and unilateral forgiveness, then I'm showing my spiritual immaturity and do not qualify to be the restorer.&lt;br /&gt;“Bitterness is the sin that disqualifies most would-be restorers.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I must recognize that it's my problem&lt;br /&gt;-I must realize that bitterness is a sin that stands alone and that I need to make it right with God.&lt;br /&gt;-I need to realize that bitterness doesn't go away when someone else confesses.&lt;br /&gt;-Bitterness will stay until I deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;-It is a sin against God that affects me and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to accept the grace that God offers to me and humbly seek his help to get rid of the bitterness inside.  It may take confession again and again, and it will probably come back.  But, each time, I need to confess it and get my heart right with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're wondering, I didn't take incredible notes:-)  Bill’s power point slides can be found here: &lt;a href="http://www.brbible.org/"&gt;http://www.brbible.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really hit home for me, was when he talked about how bitterness is our choice and ultimately our sin.  It really doesn’t matter if I've been hurt by someone, or if I've perceived a hurt; the bitterness felt is my sin.  Ouch!  So often I will blame my bad attitude, funk, gossip, or just plain mean spirit on someone else.  "They did thus and so.  They appeared to act this way towards me.  They were mean, “ etc.  I just really needed to be reminded that this is my sin, my issue and God wants to deal with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my mom telling me about a lady who would, when someone said something mean about her, or did something unkind, would say, "we'll just pretend that didn't happen."  What an attitude.  She chose to forgive the sin then and there.  She didn't dwell on it; share it with her friends, and allow her heart to become full of anger toward anyone.  She just forgave right then.  That's how I want to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This same elder who preached Sunday, was one of the first people to challenge me personally to search out unconditional love.  There were some issues a few years ago that I was working through, and his exhortation then was to study 1 Corinthians 13, and really work at learning what Christ's love and the love He wants me to have truly looks like.  That was huge in my life then.  I'm just thankful for the reminder that God gave me Sunday.  I've been falling back into some old habits and I needed Him to speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry this is sooo long!  Feel free to visit the site listed above for even more detailed information.  Good stuff!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-4940232111964391139?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/4940232111964391139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=4940232111964391139' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/4940232111964391139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/4940232111964391139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-sermon.html' title='good sermon...'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-4997075531778785433</id><published>2009-02-10T16:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:44:05.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 weeks and growing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301292310844736482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SZH5RO5pA-I/AAAAAAAAAYY/8wTrgzGfUSU/s320/sammy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my adoring public. Today is a special day. Today, I am 30 weeks old. Aren't I looking good? Yes, I'll admit the top adorning me is kind of girly, but I am secure in my masculinity. Besides, I hear that I have aunt Jessica to thank for the look, and I think the color is perfect for mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, I hear mom talking about how big she feels and how she STILL has about 2 more months of carrying me around, and I want to say, "hey out there, what about me?" Fans, I used to have lots of space to move and play, but now my play space is seriously starting to feel cramped. I don't know how I'M going to survive 2 more months. Although, I have to admit, living in here does have its perks. I love doing random things with my feet, arms and head just to make mom yelp, giggle or poke me back. Sometimes I even hear her to tell me to knock it off, (that mostly happens when I go for the bladder bump.) I find it funny. Guess she doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes, the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom also eats pretty yummy food which is good because I LIKE food. Food is my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate getting pesky hiccups. Mom and dad always tell people to, "Come feel, the baby has hiccups." I hate to break it to you guys, but those aren't cool. I feel like I get them a lot these days.&lt;br /&gt;Although, I have to say, they do provide me with attention, so I guess they aren't all bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad are so goofy sometimes. The other morning I guess the house must have been chilly because mom was complaining about it. Didn't bother me. I am always perfectly cozy. Dad went and grabbed her this blanket, (nice and manly, eh?) and wrapped her up in it. Isn't that silly? Dad said she looked super cute, even for first thing in the morning:-) She didn't quite agree with him, but girls are like that I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301292314662865970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SZH5RdH9DDI/AAAAAAAAAYg/8jGrODH5-9c/s320/mornin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I will enjoy meeting them. They say they are getting ready to meet me, mwuhaha! They don't know what they are in for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's an update from me at the ripe age of 30 weeks! From mom's belly to your home computer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Kid LaRock&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/15836721-4997075531778785433?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/4997075531778785433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=4997075531778785433' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/4997075531778785433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/4997075531778785433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/02/30-weeks-and-growing.html' title='30 weeks and growing!'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SZH5RO5pA-I/AAAAAAAAAYY/8wTrgzGfUSU/s72-c/sammy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-406405694573212594</id><published>2009-02-04T17:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:14:27.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa LaRock's 80th birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SYoTK5lfEvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/k4ukkdXIf14/s1600-h/b-day+for+grandpa+larock+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299068989532476146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SYoTK5lfEvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/k4ukkdXIf14/s320/b-day+for+grandpa+larock+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His party was 2 weeks ago already, (man I can get so behind these days), but I wanted to share this picture of him with Peter and I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's the father of Dad LaRock, and 8 other LaRock men and women. It was fun to hear the stories and legacy that he has passed down the many generations that were represented. He's a pretty special man, and reminds me at times of my sweet Grandpa Cole who passed away in 2000. Grandpas are pretty special people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/15836721-406405694573212594?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/406405694573212594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=406405694573212594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/406405694573212594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/406405694573212594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/02/grandpa-larocks-80th-birthday.html' title='Grandpa LaRock&apos;s 80th birthday'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SYoTK5lfEvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/k4ukkdXIf14/s72-c/b-day+for+grandpa+larock+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-5603330359128491768</id><published>2009-01-23T16:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:21:36.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>meet....the bowling ball:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXo8mXAwBNI/AAAAAAAAAYE/WfM407UUcMs/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294610941637297362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXo8mXAwBNI/AAAAAAAAAYE/WfM407UUcMs/s320/New+Image.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Mom, seriously, I'm not a bowling ball. I'm healthy and happy, but I'm no bowling ball."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXo8mMwNwMI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7VqHp8k16xY/s1600-h/27.5+weeks+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294610938883588290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXo8mMwNwMI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7VqHp8k16xY/s320/27.5+weeks+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I know, son, but you kind of feel like one some days. Look at yourself! I think bowling ball is an appropriate name for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXo8lrgs_EI/AAAAAAAAAX0/buZ6jiKgtcU/s1600-h/big+boy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294610929960156226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXo8lrgs_EI/AAAAAAAAAX0/buZ6jiKgtcU/s320/big+boy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Mom, you're silly! Um so I feel like people are looking at me. What should I do?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Quick, baby boy, strike a cool pose! They are looking at you, but that's because you're super cute, even if you do make mommy look like she's carrying a bowling ball around in her tummy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So, mom, I'm 27 and a half weeks old now, right? I heard you and dad talking about it the other day. By the way, I like the sound of your voices." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"That's right, you're just going to grow bigger and bigger from here."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So, what will you call me next?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hmmm, probably basketball and then watermelon:-)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Aw, mom..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-5603330359128491768?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/5603330359128491768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=5603330359128491768' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/5603330359128491768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/5603330359128491768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/01/meetthe-bowling-ball.html' title='meet....the bowling ball:)'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXo8mXAwBNI/AAAAAAAAAYE/WfM407UUcMs/s72-c/New+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-5510177064080687789</id><published>2009-01-22T11:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:35:38.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hat Day, 2009</title><content type='html'>Yes, last week, we had hat day in membership.  Here are some fun pics from our event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXieM_sMSDI/AAAAAAAAAXs/SGDMYlOJ1mI/s1600-h/2009+Membership+Perky+Hat+Contest+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294155308066424882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXieM_sMSDI/AAAAAAAAAXs/SGDMYlOJ1mI/s320/2009+Membership+Perky+Hat+Contest+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Membership girls hanging out, showing off their hats...hehe, while baby LaRock takes center stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXieBVu01zI/AAAAAAAAAXk/s2d65W6LTaw/s1600-h/2009+Membership+Perky+Hat+Contest+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294155107824621362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXieBVu01zI/AAAAAAAAAXk/s2d65W6LTaw/s320/2009+Membership+Perky+Hat+Contest+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mine, yes was a jester hat, hehe.  Peter, (who owns said hat) was proud to see it on display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXieA88BRlI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RarKeBmIFl4/s1600-h/hat+party+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294155101169075794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXieA88BRlI/AAAAAAAAAXc/RarKeBmIFl4/s320/hat+party+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abigail on her super, secret assignment in the jungles...of Membership.  She was the winner of the best all around hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXieAlKjrFI/AAAAAAAAAXU/qUNEGgJZYW4/s1600-h/hat+party+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294155094787599442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXieAlKjrFI/AAAAAAAAAXU/qUNEGgJZYW4/s320/hat+party+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darcy, looking cute as ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXieAYnQ1DI/AAAAAAAAAXM/yzPaB0XUAv8/s1600-h/hat+party+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294155091418338354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXieAYnQ1DI/AAAAAAAAAXM/yzPaB0XUAv8/s320/hat+party+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jonathan, being a great sport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXieALQbhOI/AAAAAAAAAXE/M4AcVUyFbNU/s1600-h/hat+party+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294155087832909026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXieALQbhOI/AAAAAAAAAXE/M4AcVUyFbNU/s320/hat+party+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abby, the Indiana Jones sidekick, looking suave and ready to take on the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXidr8KbeeI/AAAAAAAAAW8/UxJ8YUXi1wE/s1600-h/hat+party+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294154740183824866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXidr8KbeeI/AAAAAAAAAW8/UxJ8YUXi1wE/s320/hat+party+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rhonda enjoying her day with a fun, classic look:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXidrmq8cAI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Y0EUlWmCwIM/s1600-h/hat+party+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294154734414622722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXidrmq8cAI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Y0EUlWmCwIM/s320/hat+party+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina looking cute, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXidrLWuLoI/AAAAAAAAAWs/zZHogGbByUI/s1600-h/hat+party+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294154727082045058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXidrLWuLoI/AAAAAAAAAWs/zZHogGbByUI/s320/hat+party+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kate working away, sportin' an adorable hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXidqZDW5BI/AAAAAAAAAWk/8l6eh04po08/s1600-h/hat+party+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294154713579054098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXidqZDW5BI/AAAAAAAAAWk/8l6eh04po08/s320/hat+party+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cora the Clown, winner of our most creative hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXidqKW4OxI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Qu0ax3Siydc/s1600-h/hat+party+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294154709634398994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXidqKW4OxI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Qu0ax3Siydc/s320/hat+party+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie the Wizzard, winner of our most funny hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXidWulb6WI/AAAAAAAAAWU/6aQ7oDE6HOc/s1600-h/2009+Membership+Perky+Hat+Contest+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294154375761750370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXidWulb6WI/AAAAAAAAAWU/6aQ7oDE6HOc/s320/2009+Membership+Perky+Hat+Contest+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And James, who stopped by for some food, brought his own hat, so as not to feel out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-5510177064080687789?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/5510177064080687789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=5510177064080687789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/5510177064080687789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/5510177064080687789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/01/hat-day-2009.html' title='Hat Day, 2009'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SXieM_sMSDI/AAAAAAAAAXs/SGDMYlOJ1mI/s72-c/2009+Membership+Perky+Hat+Contest+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-4202208511205127061</id><published>2009-01-22T09:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:22:03.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm, mmm, good</title><content type='html'>This recipe seemed kind of simplistic when I first saw it, but after I made it I realized that it's really good! It's a good one for me because I'm trying to pack away good protein for the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beef Stew with Mushrooms and White Beans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1 1/4 pounds boneless beef top sirloin steak, cut 3/4-inch cubes&lt;br /&gt;1 TBSP olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 tsp olive oil&lt;br /&gt;2 medium carrots cut into 1/4 in slices&lt;br /&gt;2 small onions, each cut lengthwise into 8 wedges&lt;br /&gt;8 oz of cremini or button mushrooms quartered&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup dry white wine&lt;br /&gt;16 oz can small white beans, (great northern, navy or cannellini, rinsed, drained)&lt;br /&gt;14 1/2 oz can diced tomatoes with garlic and onion, undrained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a large skillet, heat 1 Tbsp olive oil over medium-high heat. Stir-fry the beef cubes in two batches, 1 to 2 minutes each, or until the outside is no longer pink. (I did a bit longer b/c I wanted to be sure it was done through.) Remove from skillet and season with salt and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same skillet, heat 1 1/2 tsp olive oil over medium heat until hot. Add carrots, stir-fry for 3 minutes, then add the onions and stir-fry 5-8 minutes more, until crisp-tender. Stir in mushrooms and wine. Continue stir-frying 5 minutes. Stir in beans and tomatoes. Continue cooking 3 minutes more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return the cooked beef to the skillet. Cook 2 minutes more until just heated through.&lt;br /&gt;Serves 4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-4202208511205127061?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/4202208511205127061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=4202208511205127061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/4202208511205127061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/4202208511205127061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/01/mmm-mmm-good.html' title='mmm, mmm, good'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-8168468249940415574</id><published>2009-01-13T16:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:36:42.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Yikes, it's been a bit since I've updated this blog. I do want to put up more pics of "the belly" and of the paint job in the baby's room. Hopefully that'll be soon... We're almost to trimester 3, crazy!&lt;br /&gt;But for now, here are some quick takes on the happenings in our life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--It's cold here...but I'm sure my family in Illinois has it much worse.&lt;br /&gt;--We saw Peggy, (our midwife) on Friday, and baby LaRock is doing swell.&lt;br /&gt;--Baby LaRock is kicking like crazy now, and it feels strange and amazing all at the same time. Joseph came over the other day and I got baby to kick his hand...haha, made him yelp! It does feel strange.&lt;br /&gt;--We started our Bradley birthing class last night. Good times were had by all 5 couples. It was nice to be around other moms with baby bellies!&lt;br /&gt;--Peter is a sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;--Work is work--I start training the new conference coordinator on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;--Peter is applying for new jobs--pray for that venture if you think of it.&lt;br /&gt;--We had a lot of company over the holidays! Mom, dad and several of the kids came for Thanksgiving, and then Janessa and her husband Justin came for the New Year. It was good to see them all.&lt;br /&gt;--We had fun with the LaRock's over the holidays as well. We had a great poker game between Peter, Mom and Dad LaRock and myself on New Year's eve.&lt;br /&gt;--I'm amazed at how much "stuff" one needs for a new baby!&lt;br /&gt;--I've decided that the many potty runs that a pregnant woman makes at night must be God's way of gently preparing her for the nights when baby doesn't feel like sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;--Peter rubs my tummy every night with this massage oil, and boy does it feel good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so much of these are about the baby, but what can I say? He's only altering my life completely:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-8168468249940415574?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/8168468249940415574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=8168468249940415574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/8168468249940415574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/8168468249940415574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2009/01/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-4931936886751383716</id><published>2008-12-11T16:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:01:55.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Big Boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 3 weeks or so, our baby has been making his presence known. (Yes, we are having a boy! And no I couldn't be patient and wait to find out.) I really didn't have much of a tummy for quite awhile with the really bad morning sickness I experienced, and then all of the sudden, here is my child:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SUGMfvrzaYI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qVOzVbtF60k/s1600-h/preggo+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278654715258956162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SUGMfvrzaYI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qVOzVbtF60k/s320/preggo+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SUGMfVDEqoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5os4ktfB3nQ/s1600-h/preggo+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278654708108798594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SUGMfVDEqoI/AAAAAAAAAVU/5os4ktfB3nQ/s320/preggo+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well meaning people stop, stare and say, "HOW far along are you?" "Man, that's going to be a big baby". And I'll be honest, sometimes I worry. Am I going to have a huge baby? My mother in law's first was over 10 pounds, and my mom had one over 11 pounds, so large babies have come from both sides. But, in both cases, they had great births, and have told me that those births were some of their easiest. This is good news since we're planning a home birth with a midwife. I think what's been so different about this guy is that for so long, I was pretty small, and then boom, my belly popped out.&lt;br /&gt;An "expert" I read comforted me a little: Shorter women, (me) and those who have short torsos, (very much me) tend to show pregnancy more because there's less vertical room for their baby to fill.&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it. Poor kid has nowhere else to go. Basketball belly here I come! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also very strange to be growing a belly that I can't control, hehe. I have been pretty physically fit most of my life thus far, and getting the "yikes, that baby must be getting huge" looks gets to me sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days ago I was walking in the workout room, and a co-worker stopped in and let me know that no amount of working out would get rid of my tummy!:-)  How true!:-) I have found though that working out helps my legs and back tremendously. My legs get stiff from sitting at work all day--a workout makes them feel much better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you saw my diet, (very nutritious if you disregard the occasional pizza craving I have) and saw the fact that I workout just about every day for at least 30 minutes, 1 hour a day if I do pilates for preggo mommas, then you'd know that I'm doing everything I can to grow a healthy kid. If he's huge, then so be it;) It won't be because I downed twinkies and ding dongs all day, hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this talk of my large belly makes me especially thankful for compliments. I wanted to hug two ladies the other day... One told me that I looked just great, and the other said that I'm small for 5 months along!! hehe, made my day:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we had our ultra sound, (very exciting by the way) the lady told us that the baby is actually a very average size at this point, just that there's a lot of water around him, which is just fine and dandy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I guess what I'm realizing is that all women carry babies differently, they will all be different sizes and that's just peachy. A growing belly is just kind of a conversation piece and people somehow feel very comfortable commenting on it. The important thing is that at the end of all of this, Lord willing, we'll have a brand new son, wow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we saw him on the ultrasound it was truly amazing. We caught him yawning hugely and he moved around almost constantly. His little legs kicked all of the time and his hands moved constantly, too. The nurse said that he was a good boy and posed for all of the shots, hehe. We could see his little heart beating...so awesome. Just in the last few days I've felt him kicking me off and on. A few nights ago Peter was able to feel a little kick, *giggle* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things considered I do feel very well. My back does bug me here and there and my stiff legs annoy me. I also find it funny to feel hungry most of the time, but have so little space in which to put food. I've found that grazing works best for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there you have the pregnancy update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We help Jeremy and Jessica move this Saturday. That'll be a big change for our little Winchester neighborhood. We're glad though that God is providing a new opportunity for them down there. They will be missed though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day! And if you happen to be pregnant and reading this, you look lovely! And what's more, you're carrying a tiny life that God has allowed there. What a blessing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Julie&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/15836721-4931936886751383716?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/4931936886751383716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=4931936886751383716' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/4931936886751383716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/4931936886751383716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-boy-in-last-3-weeks-or-so-our-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SUGMfvrzaYI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qVOzVbtF60k/s72-c/preggo+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-489941382038701704</id><published>2008-12-03T17:11:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:27:17.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harpers Ferry:)</title><content type='html'>Part of my family came out for Thanksgiving and one of the days they were here we visited Harper's Ferry, WV. Here are some snapshots for your enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/STcGMM8LyoI/AAAAAAAAAVM/DD7ULNAANKI/s1600-h/Hapers+Ferry+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275692295189678722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/STcGMM8LyoI/AAAAAAAAAVM/DD7ULNAANKI/s320/Hapers+Ferry+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ha! Caught the photographer on camera rather than off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/STcGL1GYh7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/7IvluJSHbSk/s1600-h/Hapers+Ferry+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275692288790005682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/STcGL1GYh7I/AAAAAAAAAVE/7IvluJSHbSk/s320/Hapers+Ferry+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little siblings showing off their prairie strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/STcGLUIBP3I/AAAAAAAAAU8/DtdO3FiWqJk/s1600-h/Hapers+Ferry+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275692279938498418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/STcGLUIBP3I/AAAAAAAAAU8/DtdO3FiWqJk/s320/Hapers+Ferry+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Judy gently letting us know that trash out here smells as bad as trash in Illinois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/STcFioJqCNI/AAAAAAAAAU0/QsuV8weFl-U/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275691580939438290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/STcFioJqCNI/AAAAAAAAAU0/QsuV8weFl-U/s320/New+Image.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Caught her again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/STcFEAhpfXI/AAAAAAAAAUs/GjCvrlTTASY/s1600-h/Hapers+Ferry+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275691054906572146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/STcFEAhpfXI/AAAAAAAAAUs/GjCvrlTTASY/s320/Hapers+Ferry+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I whistle a happy tune".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/STcE7fADeQI/AAAAAAAAAUk/zRjkR36t2Y4/s1600-h/Hapers+Ferry+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275690908468345090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/STcE7fADeQI/AAAAAAAAAUk/zRjkR36t2Y4/s320/Hapers+Ferry+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, looking cute perched on a rock ledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/STcE0eX7OZI/AAAAAAAAAUc/zcjg59Sm_WU/s1600-h/Hapers+Ferry+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275690788040948114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/STcE0eX7OZI/AAAAAAAAAUc/zcjg59Sm_WU/s320/Hapers+Ferry+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again showing off that good 'ol Illinois strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/STcEkP90izI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Zj47vGagUeY/s1600-h/Hapers+Ferry+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275690509295455026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/STcEkP90izI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Zj47vGagUeY/s320/Hapers+Ferry+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, just relaxin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/STcEeeDLCtI/AAAAAAAAAUM/a11jPkHX5Ns/s1600-h/Hapers+Ferry+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275690409996782290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/STcEeeDLCtI/AAAAAAAAAUM/a11jPkHX5Ns/s320/Hapers+Ferry+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/STcEYxddO3I/AAAAAAAAAUE/MisGFxexR2A/s1600-h/Hapers+Ferry+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275690312128084850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/STcEYxddO3I/AAAAAAAAAUE/MisGFxexR2A/s320/Hapers+Ferry+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad out for a stroll on the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/STcET6xeH7I/AAAAAAAAAT8/MJEQ_VibUSY/s1600-h/Hapers+Ferry+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275690228728602546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/STcET6xeH7I/AAAAAAAAAT8/MJEQ_VibUSY/s320/Hapers+Ferry+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wowsers, that's three times I caught her:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/STcEOmEhEuI/AAAAAAAAAT0/GAB_VqbgFVc/s1600-h/Hapers+Ferry+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275690137271997154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/STcEOmEhEuI/AAAAAAAAAT0/GAB_VqbgFVc/s320/Hapers+Ferry+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bro's Jed and Jeff loving the day in the sunshine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great visit. After they left our house seemed so quiet! But, it was a joy to have them out and we look forward to seeing them soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, the baby is really starting let its presence be known. I'll have to put up some pics. The change in just a few weeks in pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-489941382038701704?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/489941382038701704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=489941382038701704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/489941382038701704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/489941382038701704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2008/12/harpers-ferry.html' title='Harpers Ferry:)'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/STcGMM8LyoI/AAAAAAAAAVM/DD7ULNAANKI/s72-c/Hapers+Ferry+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-6325049490652386726</id><published>2008-11-24T16:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:12:26.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My amazing man...</title><content type='html'>When we first moved into our house, we thought, "wouldn't it be nice to put a dishwasher in the hole there by the backdoor?" &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272346523065540354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SSsjOogWXwI/AAAAAAAAATM/bx2OgleIZfc/s320/100_4263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hooray, the project is done. My brothers helped us with the electricity and water stuff, (thanks guys!) and Peter just finished boxing it all in over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272347178258690018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SSsj0xSkb-I/AAAAAAAAATc/P2o-v0JXyq4/s320/peter+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272346963939519010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SSsjoS45aiI/AAAAAAAAATU/ph7ChpjvH6k/s320/peter+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other exciting news, Peter has a new love. Well, that's what I've been calling it. We got his Christmas gift early because hunting season is here and he wanted to get some deer.  He tried it out yesterday with is dad, and good times were had by all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272348198541316098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SSskwKI50AI/AAAAAAAAATk/YApthO66Hko/s320/peter+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272348553886521714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SSslE15zWXI/AAAAAAAAATs/96m0cpYYohE/s320/New+Image.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Showing off all three of his guns, hehe.  What a man:)  Love you baby!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-6325049490652386726?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/6325049490652386726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=6325049490652386726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/6325049490652386726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/6325049490652386726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-amazing-man.html' title='My amazing man...'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SSsjOogWXwI/AAAAAAAAATM/bx2OgleIZfc/s72-c/100_4263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-3370082628414942976</id><published>2008-11-18T13:34:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:58:37.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270068857311230098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SSMLtCXieJI/AAAAAAAAASk/QJJtLgaeIG8/s320/edited+preggo+belly.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SSML5OiNJlI/AAAAAAAAASs/J8mrxTTijz4/s1600-h/edited+preggo+belly+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270069066735625810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SSML5OiNJlI/AAAAAAAAASs/J8mrxTTijz4/s320/edited+preggo+belly+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few more shots of baby LaRock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy showing off his tummy, hehe~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SSMMLmgop-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/jY-ORRAtLi0/s1600-h/IMG_0469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270069382409136098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SSMMLmgop-I/AAAAAAAAAS8/jY-ORRAtLi0/s320/IMG_0469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270069571076972738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SSMMWlWjYMI/AAAAAAAAATE/qHoqnTC-hTU/s320/IMG_0464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the mockery!&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/15836721-3370082628414942976?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/3370082628414942976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=3370082628414942976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/3370082628414942976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/3370082628414942976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2008/11/and.html' title='and...'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SSMLtCXieJI/AAAAAAAAASk/QJJtLgaeIG8/s72-c/edited+preggo+belly.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-6894958245106525133</id><published>2008-11-18T13:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:33:44.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SSMIfTK9DcI/AAAAAAAAASE/Jk1S1-eOU7s/s1600-h/IMG_0479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270065322768797122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SSMIfTK9DcI/AAAAAAAAASE/Jk1S1-eOU7s/s320/IMG_0479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Here's a yummy chicken recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup balsamic vinegar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup fresh lemon juice, (from about 1 lemon)&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup Dijon mustard&lt;br /&gt;3 garlic cloves, minced&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp freshly ground pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup olive oil&lt;br /&gt;Chicken, cut into 6 pieces&lt;br /&gt;(about 4 pounds. You can cut a whole chicken, and save the back and neck for another time, or purchase precut meat. The best pieces are the thighs/drumsticks and breasts.)&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon chopped fresh flat-leafed parsley&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp grated lemon zest. &lt;br /&gt;In a 9x13 baking dish whisk the vinegar, lemon juice, mustard, garlic, salt and pepper to blend. Whisk in the oil. Add the chicken pieces and turn to coat. Cover and refrigerate, turning the chicken pieces occasionally, for a least 2 hours and up to 1 day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270066180167202114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SSMJRNOqdUI/AAAAAAAAASU/wT4azdMnpYI/s320/IMG_0474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270065776964434322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SSMI5vLoeZI/AAAAAAAAASM/FUJIK971cs8/s320/IMG_0472.jpg" border="0" /&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;Preheat the oven to 400 degrees F. Roast the chicken uncovered until just cooked through, about 45 minutes. Using tongs, transfer the chicken to a serving platter. Carefully pour the cooking liquid into a small, heavy saucepan and spoon off the excess oil from atop the cooking liquid. Boil until the liquid reduces by about half and thickens slightly, about 8 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SSMJrGKobeI/AAAAAAAAASc/C--LGGncuHI/s1600-h/IMG_0476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270066624947842530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SSMJrGKobeI/AAAAAAAAASc/C--LGGncuHI/s320/IMG_0476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pour the sauce over the chicken. Sprinkle parsley and lemon zest over the chicken and serve. If the chicken gets too dark during roasting, cover it with aluminum foil, taking the foil off for the last 10 minutes of roasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This has been my favorite chicken lately.  I love savory and tangy food and this chicken is delicious!&lt;br /&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/15836721-6894958245106525133?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/6894958245106525133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=6894958245106525133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/6894958245106525133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/6894958245106525133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2008/11/yummy-chicken.html' title='Yummy Chicken'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SSMIfTK9DcI/AAAAAAAAASE/Jk1S1-eOU7s/s72-c/IMG_0479.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-1467001461100994610</id><published>2008-11-07T09:12:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:23:02.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shots of the belly:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SRROB_PrWkI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HoTJDRHbazY/s1600-h/preggo+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265919660366977602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SRROB_PrWkI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HoTJDRHbazY/s320/preggo+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SRRNGo9yICI/AAAAAAAAARs/5VXqXKLXKbs/s1600-h/preggo+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265918640774062114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SRRNGo9yICI/AAAAAAAAARs/5VXqXKLXKbs/s320/preggo+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SRRM-NVBZLI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9ws1euwPT4/s1600-h/preggo+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265918495916385458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SRRM-NVBZLI/AAAAAAAAARk/Z9ws1euwPT4/s320/preggo+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SRRM56A7g_I/AAAAAAAAARc/JOrtqRuVBXY/s1600-h/preggo+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265918422012363762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SRRM56A7g_I/AAAAAAAAARc/JOrtqRuVBXY/s320/preggo+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some shots of my belly. Baby LaRock is now 16.5 weeks old. In the last 2 to 3 weeks I've noticed a lot of growing/stretching going on. I've also got my appetite back! I've been working out regularly which has really been good for my back and just our general well being;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My midwife strongly encourages eating well while preggo, and I agree with her. I don't mind healthy eating, but I do like for it to taste good. I've found some great recipes lately, and hope to begin posting some of them. I'm still not eating as much as some would recommend, but I think the baby is happy and growing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peter has an interview for another job on Tuesday, so if you think of it, say a prayer that it goes well, and that we'll know whether or not it's right for our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/15836721-1467001461100994610?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/1467001461100994610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=1467001461100994610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/1467001461100994610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/1467001461100994610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2008/11/shots-of-belly.html' title='shots of the belly:)'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SRROB_PrWkI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HoTJDRHbazY/s72-c/preggo+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-8158425481226419370</id><published>2008-10-24T14:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T14:10:37.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>I finally figured out how to put up links.  Ha, it's really easy, but I just hadn't taken much time to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, if you have a blog, I'd love to put a link up, just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby has been pretty good lately.  We had a few rough days this week, but I'm feeling better today.  My back is seriously getting sore from being in bed as much as I have been.  I have started to work out a bit, and I'm sure that will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really thrilled to have most of my family coming here for Thanksgiving.  I'm already making plans and figuring out what I'll cook while their here, hehe.  I love hosting, and more than that, I've really been missing my family.  It'll be so fun to have them.  Life is so different now that so many of us are grown and busy adults.  It's not like it was when we Coles could be all together every holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit: I am sentimental when it comes to the holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-8158425481226419370?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/8158425481226419370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=8158425481226419370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/8158425481226419370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/8158425481226419370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2008/10/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-5989572993689766331</id><published>2008-10-09T16:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:31:28.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it sound like a train or a herd of horses?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SO5o_tAF3KI/AAAAAAAAARU/ya8Hr0Yppdw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255253258808974498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SO5o_tAF3KI/AAAAAAAAARU/ya8Hr0Yppdw/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Train!" Was Peter's emphatic reply.&lt;br /&gt;But, in truth no one's sure we won't deny.&lt;br /&gt;The midwife smiled as I giggled with glee&lt;br /&gt;at this sound that we heard from in my tum-my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quick and healthy and so very alive!&lt;br /&gt;Through this sickness I know I can survive!&lt;br /&gt;There is a child in my tummy, we heard it last night&lt;br /&gt;And it was so exciting, it was so very right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now we'll wonder, horse or train?&lt;br /&gt;But, in truth happy we'll remain&lt;br /&gt;For we are blessed already to know&lt;br /&gt;That our baby's heart is strong and will grow.&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Note: That pic is not of our baby, but we are moving through week 12!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/15836721-5989572993689766331?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/5989572993689766331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=5989572993689766331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/5989572993689766331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/5989572993689766331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2008/10/does-it-sound-like-train-or-herd-of.html' title='Does it sound like a train or a herd of horses?'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SO5o_tAF3KI/AAAAAAAAARU/ya8Hr0Yppdw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-8594936682261027320</id><published>2008-10-07T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:04:14.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts from my 1st anniversary...</title><content type='html'>Dinner out is only a good idea if one feels well enough to stay at the restaurant and eat it...thankfully we were able to take Peter some dinner to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating together at home, while I lay curled up on the couch is romantic too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt's cake still tastes good 1-year later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband was a doll to do the dishes again while I remained curled up on the couch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I fell asleep around 7:40pm trying my hardest not to throw up, I still felt my husband's love and thanked God for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt his love when I groggily woke up 45 min or so later and he rushed over to me and offered to get whatever I needed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, not the anniversary I would have dreamed of, and yet, the reality of life. Romance, like the kind read about in books and viewed in movies is wonderful, but I have come to appreciate the day to day romancing and care God gave me in my husband one-year and a day ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Peter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-8594936682261027320?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/8594936682261027320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=8594936682261027320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/8594936682261027320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/8594936682261027320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2008/10/thoughts-from-my-1st-anniversary.html' title='Thoughts from my 1st anniversary...'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-7684577768203594146</id><published>2008-10-06T11:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:58:40.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One year ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SOo0XQgV0mI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/19FLW3brfHw/s1600-h/pjbalcony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254069489453355618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SOo0XQgV0mI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/19FLW3brfHw/s320/pjbalcony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One year ago I married the sweetest, most gentle, loving, caring and kind person I've ever met. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since then, we've both been sick here and there, we've both been hurt once or twice, we've both gotten tired and angry on occasion, but we always take care of each other, and we always go to sleep loving each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We know each other much better than we did a year ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hardly ever do anything without each other. We like it that way. Someone teased me the other day about how if I was going to play ultimate frisbee I'd have to quit touching Julie for a few minutes. He meant it as a compliment, and it was :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SOo1G5hCEkI/AAAAAAAAARM/rUZZnbyT3LA/s1600-h/faces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254070307915960898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SOo1G5hCEkI/AAAAAAAAARM/rUZZnbyT3LA/s320/faces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so blessed that God brought Julie into my life. I'm thankful that she brough with her a loving and godly family, and I can't wait to live another year with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;What's new:&lt;br /&gt;Looks like Julie may finally be over her morning sickness!&lt;br /&gt;Playing lots of tennis with Jeremy and Joseph, mainly. Only vague idea of what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What isn't new:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Lucy is adorable, talking a lot in strange language&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking for a job :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-7684577768203594146?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/7684577768203594146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=7684577768203594146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/7684577768203594146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/7684577768203594146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-year-ago.html' title='One year ago'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SOo0XQgV0mI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/19FLW3brfHw/s72-c/pjbalcony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-1725286556835227958</id><published>2008-09-15T13:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T16:43:23.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Kid Larock"</title><content type='html'>is determined to make his/her mommy sick most of the time!  But, we're thrilled to announce that yes, we have a little one due at the end of April, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am counting down the days until the first trimester is over, hoping very much that I feel "great" for the second one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now my diet is basically:&lt;br /&gt;Watermelon&lt;br /&gt;Applesauce&lt;br /&gt;Toast/bagel sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Baked potatoes (at least one a day)&lt;br /&gt;Toasted cheese&lt;br /&gt;Tea&lt;br /&gt;Pasta with pasta sauce, (that can contain nothing that tastes like meat)&lt;br /&gt;Other juicy fruits sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Juice-sometimes&lt;br /&gt;and Pickles!  I seriously think this kid is a boy with the whole pickle deal:-)  I think the salt is what attracts me to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of these items is eaten just a bit at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really shocked at this change in my appetite.  I love food and I love spicy and interesting food.  Apparently my preggo tummy does not.  This new diet has helped me trim several unwanted pounds in readiness for a bunch of new kiddo pounds:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter's been amazing.  I didn't get out of bed much at all on Saturday and he sweetly kept at the household chores and brought me food as I could stomach it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was able to do some cleaning and I was so thankful to be able to do something!  It's been hard for me to not feel like doing anything.  I tend to always be busy with some task.  Ah well.  As my mom explained, obviously my body needs the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-1725286556835227958?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/1725286556835227958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=1725286556835227958' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/1725286556835227958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/1725286556835227958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2008/09/kid-rock.html' title='&quot;Kid Larock&quot;'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-9076864642868181344</id><published>2008-07-25T16:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:22:56.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray for the Bullock family...</title><content type='html'>One of my dear, dear friends lost her mother yesterday.  Her mother, Esther, has been battling cancer for 5-years, and yesterday she went home to be with Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and I met back in 2002 during TeenPact, D.C.  We roomed together and became very close friends.  We've kept in touch since then even as life has changed so much for both of us.  We both kinda met and fell for our men around the same time.  She spent part of last year in China ministering.  That's where she met Dan Lee.  She married in November, and is now expecting their first child.  Hannah has always been an example to me of someone who walks with the Lord.  She knows him and she clings to Him as I'm sure she is doing now.  Hannah has 2 brothers and 2 sisters, (the youngest is only 5; I remember when she was born!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the visit I had with her family down in Georgia.  Her mom was a precious and hospitable woman.  She loved Jesus, and her precious family.  She was a great home maker.  She had beautiful gardens, and was an awesome cook.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing, really--I only met her once that I can remember, but even that meeting had an impact on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very sad for Hannah and the others who are left here to grieve this painful loss, but I'm also filled with joy knowing that yesterday Esther had the thrill of looking her Savior in the eyes!  Wow!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God speed the day when we can all look with wonder and awe into the eyes of the One who gave His life for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SIo1l1FABeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/fGfUAfyKZ14/s1600-h/n534571319_448641_6309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SIo1l1FABeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/fGfUAfyKZ14/s320/n534571319_448641_6309.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227049241536366050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-9076864642868181344?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/9076864642868181344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=9076864642868181344' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/9076864642868181344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/9076864642868181344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2008/07/pray-for-bullock-family.html' title='Pray for the Bullock family...'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SIo1l1FABeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/fGfUAfyKZ14/s72-c/n534571319_448641_6309.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-6826597770473141357</id><published>2008-07-23T17:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:22:34.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>still around</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to stop and in say hi.  We have some fun summer pictures and activities to tell you all about, and I promise that they are coming soon. &lt;br /&gt;We've added some new furniture to our cute little place and I do want to put up some pictures.  I've also been growing some veggies and such on our back porch in pots, and I am thrilled that they are doing so well!  The storm last night injured my healthy tomato plants a bit, but they will pull through I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both had birthdays this summer.  We went to DC on Julie's birthday to visit Hannah, who was up from Georgia.  We also stopped and saw Prince Caspian, the movie.  On Peter's birthday we hung out with the LaRock clan in Stephens City.  The mini golf, batting cages and dinner were fun and exciting, but the most exciting event would have to have been the go -cart crash!  Thankfully the slick pavement was to blame and nobody was hurt:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P and J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-6826597770473141357?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/6826597770473141357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=6826597770473141357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/6826597770473141357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/6826597770473141357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2008/07/still-around.html' title='still around'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-2456059825725558944</id><published>2008-06-06T15:14:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:56:00.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The random guy, and what he was up to...</title><content type='html'>On my wedding day several things stand out in my mind, but I will only mention one for now.  The music was softly playing, my knees were knocking, and the church doors were just about to swing open to reveal my Pete at the other end of the aisle.  The moment came, and dad squeezed my arm and we began to walk.  All of the sudden, this random, blond guy that I had never seen before, stands up an takes a picture of us.  The tranquility of the moment was over, and then I began wonder who he was.  I started telling myself, "look for Pete...", but thoughts of "who was the guy?" kept crowding out that thought.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know who he was!  He was a friend of another photographer who kindly stepped in the help out.  I have a bunch of pictures from him, yay!  Some of them are a little dark, but here are a few for your enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the obligatory update:  Currently, Peter is in Iowa, and I'm here in Virginia.  We had a huge storm come through on Wednesday.  It was bad enough to send the staff here to the basement.  The power was knocked out and didn't come back on until sometime Late on Thursday or early this morning.  Happily for me, I was able, after running Peter to Dulles, to head home and give our house a much needed spring clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, over Memorial Day weekend, we headed to Illy for my sister Jane's wedding.  I do have some pictures, but my camera is daid, and so don't have them up here just yet:)  She was a lovely bride:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SEmRBB6UZbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/YjiXKU58Bsw/s1600-h/DSC_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SEmRBB6UZbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/YjiXKU58Bsw/s320/DSC_0014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208853890909627826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SEmR6uOQ1zI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Wf6x9TqLfpg/s1600-h/DSC_0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SEmR6uOQ1zI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Wf6x9TqLfpg/s320/DSC_0073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208854882056984370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            gotta have that first kiss shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SEmQwS300_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/f_CT1NtgApg/s1600-h/DSC_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SEmQwS300_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/f_CT1NtgApg/s320/DSC_0004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208853603404796914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SEmRPm8S79I/AAAAAAAAAJU/CN_pFvk1EvQ/s1600-h/DSC_0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SEmRPm8S79I/AAAAAAAAAJU/CN_pFvk1EvQ/s320/DSC_0027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208854141368201170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SEmRgfdD0sI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Z6PPqKRkbDk/s1600-h/DSC_0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SEmRgfdD0sI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Z6PPqKRkbDk/s320/DSC_0030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208854431415915202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SEmRrAWKtjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/aIqt5UNGoqY/s1600-h/DSC_0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SEmRrAWKtjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/aIqt5UNGoqY/s320/DSC_0062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208854612044068402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SEmSVQ45ZMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7jAty4uLe5E/s1600-h/DSC_0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SEmSVQ45ZMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7jAty4uLe5E/s320/DSC_0121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208855338039207106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SEmSimJ2fLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WD_tWvaoBj8/s1600-h/DSC_0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SEmSimJ2fLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/WD_tWvaoBj8/s320/DSC_0171.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208855567085763762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SEmSwaus-HI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ihFRpLVhjw4/s1600-h/DSC_0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SEmSwaus-HI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ihFRpLVhjw4/s320/DSC_0209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208855804537272434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SEmS8X_OZrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/UFqx7Zdg4tA/s1600-h/DSC_0245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SEmS8X_OZrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/UFqx7Zdg4tA/s320/DSC_0245.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208856009959696050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SEmTJs-mgcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_ijxBrPQrkM/s1600-h/DSC_0340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SEmTJs-mgcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_ijxBrPQrkM/s320/DSC_0340.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208856238932525506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SEmTY13GTnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/0Mu_YTSFk1M/s1600-h/DSC_0347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SEmTY13GTnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/0Mu_YTSFk1M/s320/DSC_0347.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208856499015011954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SEmTkF2J38I/AAAAAAAAAKk/IzvBGLS-1og/s1600-h/DSC_0349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SEmTkF2J38I/AAAAAAAAAKk/IzvBGLS-1og/s320/DSC_0349.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208856692284579778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww, my mother and grandmother...in Mary Kay that is....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-2456059825725558944?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/2456059825725558944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=2456059825725558944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/2456059825725558944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/2456059825725558944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-guy-and-what-he-was-up-to.html' title='The random guy, and what he was up to...'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/SEmRBB6UZbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/YjiXKU58Bsw/s72-c/DSC_0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-1766765754158882340</id><published>2008-04-11T12:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T12:32:49.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crowing!</title><content type='html'>In the world of my Mary Kay unit, when someone does something awesome and extra, either they get to crow for themselves, or others crow about what they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to crow about my awesome husband!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R_-Pkg-ao2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/9LItC5T5J68/s1600-h/IMG_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R_-Pkg-ao2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/9LItC5T5J68/s320/IMG_0240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188023153243890530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, pretty spiffy.  Here he is looking proud and super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R_-QNQ-ao3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/ATR7d_QoboM/s1600-h/IMG_0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R_-QNQ-ao3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/ATR7d_QoboM/s320/IMG_0238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188023853323559794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R_-QbQ-ao4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/XrEnd1YqlpA/s1600-h/IMG_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R_-QbQ-ao4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/XrEnd1YqlpA/s320/IMG_0239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188024093841728386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He worked on this project while Erica and I went to MK career conference in Baltimore.  Gotta be honest, I wasn't really thrilled about going, but it turned out to be a great weekend.  Lots of inspiration.  Heh, there are those who think I won't do well at Mary Kay, and that's alright.  I'm still gonna do the best I can.  What's wrong with trying hard to accomplish something, right?  If it means down the road that I can leave my 9 to 5 and become a mommy, then it's worth it.  That is most of my motivation; that and Peter, who keeps encouraging me to stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are.  There were 3000 women there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R_-REg-ao5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/K5tqBHmjVeI/s1600-h/IMG_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R_-REg-ao5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/K5tqBHmjVeI/s320/IMG_0236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188024802511332242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie for P&amp;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-1766765754158882340?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/1766765754158882340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=1766765754158882340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/1766765754158882340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/1766765754158882340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2008/04/crowing.html' title='Crowing!'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R_-Pkg-ao2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/9LItC5T5J68/s72-c/IMG_0240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-4166204598520519272</id><published>2008-03-17T14:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T14:53:30.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marital bliss for us equals...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R969OsuIbQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/y0zBd70HdjE/s1600-h/IMG_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R969OsuIbQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/y0zBd70HdjE/s320/IMG_0221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178784681743117570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the couch and making funny faces into the camera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R968TcuIbPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/OeneXZLtwhQ/s1600-h/IMG_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R968TcuIbPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/OeneXZLtwhQ/s320/IMG_0220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178783663835868402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy faces for all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R969Z8uIbRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/drece5NvahA/s1600-h/IMG_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R969Z8uIbRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/drece5NvahA/s320/IMG_0226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178784875016645906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, that's more like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we're sappy, but hey, what can I say??:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-4166204598520519272?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/4166204598520519272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=4166204598520519272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/4166204598520519272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/4166204598520519272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2008/03/marital-bliss-for-us-equals.html' title='Marital bliss for us equals...'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R969OsuIbQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/y0zBd70HdjE/s72-c/IMG_0221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-5898708504061040116</id><published>2008-03-13T10:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T11:03:36.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Random Dream...</title><content type='html'>I don't usually remember dreams very vividly, but this one was about as crazy as they come and I had to share.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memory of the dream began with the exciting news that I was expecting a child.  Funny thing was I hardly showed the whole time.  In my dream I remember being in a hospital delivering...and then I fell asleep.   When I woke up I was back at home in Illinois, but there was no baby.  I remember walking around kind of in a daze knowing something was wrong, but not sure what.  I'd ask Peter, (who was also randomly there with me at my parent's house) what was up, but he seemed to think nothing had changed.  One day I was particularly grumpy with my mom and she asked what was wrong.  It was then that I fell apart and wailed, "where's my baby!?"  (Folks, it was really sad!  I was crying so hard.)  Mom said, "ohhh, so you do remember".  She didn't seem to know what had happened exactly, but she new that SOMETHING had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when the investigation began.  Peter and I went to this hospital to try to find out what happened, since nobody seemed to know if there even ever was a baby.  We talked to hospital staff and they could come up with no answer.  Finally a nurse told us the truth.  They had accidentally given away our baby to the wrong family.  The problem was, they didn't know who they had given it to. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next part I don't remember much about.  I remember being with Peter in a big building and I know we were searching.  (I think my family was there, too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next part is the best, most random part of all.  Peter and I were with my family in a large, sunny stadium.  The stadium was like the ones of ancient Rome.  An official looking man was on stage and he was talking to a large crowd about our situation.  Apparently, the nurse had told a lie when we talked previously.  The babies, (yes, twins) had actually not survived.  I remember sitting there in my sorrow, feeling the sun beat down upon my upturned face.  heh.  Suddenly the man said they has something to give to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess what it was?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two huge doors swung open to my right and a group of royally dressed men brought out what looked like a tray.  The smiled kindly, apologized for my sorrow and grinned from ear to ear as  they pulled off the cover to reveal two.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUEBIRDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, folks, bluebirds.  And get this, they had named them the same names that Peter and I  had chosen for our twins.  (I can't remember what they were either!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy with the bluebirds!  LOL, so random.  My sadness was gone, then end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first--I'm not announcing anything, but I woke up thinking, what in the world?  Bluebirds?  So, I had to share.  I know there were more random things in there, but I can't remember anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R9lCKMuIbOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2jiWgUhB4zc/s1600-h/bbmu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R9lCKMuIbOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2jiWgUhB4zc/s320/bbmu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177241989619936482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-5898708504061040116?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/5898708504061040116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=5898708504061040116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/5898708504061040116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/5898708504061040116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-dream.html' title='A Random Dream...'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R9lCKMuIbOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2jiWgUhB4zc/s72-c/bbmu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-8091886042510136288</id><published>2008-03-12T17:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:34:10.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I had great intentions...</title><content type='html'>I did.  I planned to write an uplifting post about God's sovereignty in the midst of fear and uncertainty, but, at the end of this work day I'm feeling drained and uninspired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has taken a busy turn with a recent ruling in the state of California.  Visit: www.hslda.org to learn more about that.  CA is one of my assigned states for calls, and the calls have been pouring in.  Since I'm feeling no inspiration to write further on my thoughts on that, I'll leave it here. Now I shall update you on our lives.  heh, as I was recently reminded, Peter's been sick for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're busy.  The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, just kidding.  But, really that explains most of our lives.  This has been my busiest winter and HSLDA.  Usually spring and summer are busy, but fall and winter didn't see much slow-down for me this year.  Over the fall and winter Peter kept busy tracking legislation and calls, while I worked to get ready for conference season, and got hit with many calls from CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are both in a discipleship program at church.  It's challenged us to memorize scripture and to make Bible study, prayer and reading a part of our daily lives.  We also have a weekly Bible study we attend.   Right now we're charging through 1st Corinthians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my new venture:  Mary Kay Beauty Consultant!  I know!  Who would have thought?  My sister, Janessa, helped plant the idea in my head, and I signed up at the end of November, 2007.  At first I was intimidated....really intimidated.  But, thankfully I have lots of support through my local unit and Marilyn in IL.  I have to admit that I have fallen in love with the products.  In January I did 30 faces in 30 days and in February I signed up my first new team member.  This month, I've felt a little like I'm drowning, but, I've done some Mary Kay sales so far.  It's fun and maybe one day, it'll be my business right from my home.  That's my goal!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to make you beautiful, let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter and I love being married, and no, I'm not just saying that.  It's really awesome to love and like the person you marry, you know?  We enjoy each other company so much, and love to spend our Saturdays cooking, cleaning and preparing for the next week of madness.  Oh, and we also date each other when we have an evening free.  I'm so excited that spring is coming.  We love doing doing things together outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few weeks we'll be going to Illinois to spend some time with my family.  We're really looking forward to that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true; our lives are busy and full, but wonderful all at the same time.  We are blessed and so thankful for God's goodness to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there's a quick update. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-8091886042510136288?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/8091886042510136288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=8091886042510136288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/8091886042510136288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/8091886042510136288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-had-great-intentions.html' title='I had great intentions...'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-8198110631655433776</id><published>2008-01-29T17:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T17:21:32.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>Peter's sick now.  We seem to be trading illness back and forth.  So, pray for him...he'd really appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-8198110631655433776?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/8198110631655433776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=8198110631655433776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/8198110631655433776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/8198110631655433776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-3235047189526924066</id><published>2008-01-25T16:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T17:00:24.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and some more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R5pb7ncumOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0bs0Gnzg-Z8/s1600-h/PJ+Wedding+Shoot+0-181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R5pb7ncumOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0bs0Gnzg-Z8/s320/PJ+Wedding+Shoot+0-181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159537402866211042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R5pbsncumNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3Ony0mIo_h4/s1600-h/PJ+Wedding+Shoot+0-165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R5pbsncumNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3Ony0mIo_h4/s320/PJ+Wedding+Shoot+0-165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159537145168173266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R5pbmXcumMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZOM48ui9F6A/s1600-h/PJ+Wedding+Shoot+0-145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R5pbmXcumMI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZOM48ui9F6A/s320/PJ+Wedding+Shoot+0-145.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159537037793990850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R5pbfHcumLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HFn7vuJQRfA/s1600-h/PJ+Wedding+Shoot+0-127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R5pbfHcumLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HFn7vuJQRfA/s320/PJ+Wedding+Shoot+0-127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159536913239939250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R5pbYXcumKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/osfzFi1-zf8/s1600-h/PJ+Wedding+Shoot+0-91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R5pbYXcumKI/AAAAAAAAAHU/osfzFi1-zf8/s320/PJ+Wedding+Shoot+0-91.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159536797275822242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-3235047189526924066?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/3235047189526924066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=3235047189526924066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/3235047189526924066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/3235047189526924066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-some-more.html' title='and some more...'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R5pb7ncumOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0bs0Gnzg-Z8/s72-c/PJ+Wedding+Shoot+0-181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-3883909702512133574</id><published>2008-01-18T17:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T17:10:37.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay, some new pictures!!</title><content type='html'>Hey all:)  Just got these in...Thanks so much to Kelly for them!  There will be more coming, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R5EjwxTR3hI/AAAAAAAAAHM/EMJ2DQGBc04/s1600-h/Julie+06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R5EjwxTR3hI/AAAAAAAAAHM/EMJ2DQGBc04/s320/Julie+06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156942369090821650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R5EjlxTR3gI/AAAAAAAAAHE/EQAOESvkLeE/s1600-h/P%26J+06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R5EjlxTR3gI/AAAAAAAAAHE/EQAOESvkLeE/s320/P%26J+06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156942180112260610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R5EjghTR3fI/AAAAAAAAAG8/dziyWwPLqA8/s1600-h/P%26J+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R5EjghTR3fI/AAAAAAAAAG8/dziyWwPLqA8/s320/P%26J+05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156942089917947378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R5EjVBTR3eI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lRfN5O-Dep8/s1600-h/P%26J+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R5EjVBTR3eI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lRfN5O-Dep8/s320/P%26J+01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156941892349451746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R5EjJxTR3dI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_AQ9_9eLVDQ/s1600-h/Julie+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R5EjJxTR3dI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_AQ9_9eLVDQ/s320/Julie+05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156941699075923410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-3883909702512133574?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/3883909702512133574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=3883909702512133574' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/3883909702512133574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/3883909702512133574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2008/01/yay-some-new-pictures.html' title='Yay, some new pictures!!'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R5EjwxTR3hI/AAAAAAAAAHM/EMJ2DQGBc04/s72-c/Julie+06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-642183799256977021</id><published>2008-01-08T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T10:16:06.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Julie's feeling better!</title><content type='html'>Hey you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you knew, Julie was feeling pretty rotten over the weekend. She's feeling a lot better now, after lots of rest, some antibiotics, some apples and yogurt, and a little TLC. Thanks for your prayers and advice (Mom especially:), and thanks to Jeremy, Jessica and Joseph for helping take care of her and hooking us up with some ibuprophen and a hot blanket. &lt;br /&gt;It was her turn anyway; I got myself a cold over new years and kept us in. Here's hoping we've kicked our post-wedding bugs for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much new beyond that; I hope to get some more house pictures up soon, Lucy is really cute but I'm sure you all knew that anyway, etc. &lt;br /&gt;Well, shucks. I don't want to leave without putting up ANY pictures. Try this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R4OTqBTR3cI/AAAAAAAAAGk/BSFmmhWbpcU/s1600-h/cookie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R4OTqBTR3cI/AAAAAAAAAGk/BSFmmhWbpcU/s320/cookie2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153124748755066306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-642183799256977021?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/642183799256977021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=642183799256977021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/642183799256977021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/642183799256977021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2008/01/julies-feeling-better.html' title='Julie&apos;s feeling better!'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R4OTqBTR3cI/AAAAAAAAAGk/BSFmmhWbpcU/s72-c/cookie2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-2099202987955334989</id><published>2007-12-26T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T14:48:26.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Christmas as a Mrs....</title><content type='html'>"What's it like?  Is it neat?"&lt;br /&gt;They asked me often of Pete.&lt;br /&gt;"It's your first Christmas as a wife&lt;br /&gt;And this new way of life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought and I thought&lt;br /&gt;I thought quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;'Tis a new thing to ponder&lt;br /&gt;This married life wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True I am now a Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;And I get lots of kisses&lt;br /&gt;I cook for two now&lt;br /&gt;And I love learning how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my boy Pete&lt;br /&gt;And he is real sweet&lt;br /&gt;His prayers and his love&lt;br /&gt;Are gifts from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does like to tease;&lt;br /&gt;Tickle, poke, and squeeze&lt;br /&gt;"But, this is how I show love"&lt;br /&gt;He explains with a playful shove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thinking it over for a bit&lt;br /&gt;I did finally have to admit&lt;br /&gt;That this Christmas wasn't the same&lt;br /&gt;But neither was it bad for this dame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest change for me&lt;br /&gt;Was not going home to Illy.&lt;br /&gt;A few tears were fought quickly away&lt;br /&gt;As thoughts turned to family not there that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about the snow and the cold&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas story as the Gospel of Luke told.&lt;br /&gt;My dad's calming voice, and my mom's happy smile&lt;br /&gt;All came to my mind with a happy little sigh-el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my siblings enjoying the Holiday cheer&lt;br /&gt;Came each to my mind as I wished they were near.&lt;br /&gt;My fellow read heads Jeanette, Jed and Joanna  &lt;br /&gt;And the blonds and brunettes, Jane, Judy, Jeff and Janessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, though, I spent Christmas with my new family,&lt;br /&gt;And indeed, what a blessing they are to me.&lt;br /&gt;Their welcome and love made Christmas such a joy&lt;br /&gt;And they blessed me with an amazing kitchen toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to Paul, Elizabeth, Laura and Dave,&lt;br /&gt;And John and Abby; thanks for all you gave!&lt;br /&gt;To my new parents, too&lt;br /&gt;I am so very blessed in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more than gifts, celebration or anything new,&lt;br /&gt;The reason for the season is still right on cue.&lt;br /&gt;The promise of hope and the power of joy,&lt;br /&gt;Came to us in the life of  a little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ came to earth in the form of a baby.  He lived a perfect life, and He died, taking my sin and yours, so that we could go free!  This is the message of Christmas.  It changes not, and it brings hope to us all.  Merry belated Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Poetry or the attempt thereof by yours truly - Julie:-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-2099202987955334989?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/2099202987955334989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=2099202987955334989' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/2099202987955334989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/2099202987955334989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-first-christmas-as-mrs.html' title='My first Christmas as a Mrs....'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-2291084712358708587</id><published>2007-12-05T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T10:55:41.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the "pass"</title><content type='html'>when it snows and becomes cold, the mountain and its deadly "pass"...are, as they seem. mercy is given to no one. motorists are left to wonder at the cruelty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this day began like any other. the first snow of the winter had begun to fall, but only an inch or two were forecasted. motorists everywhere, began to hop in their cars and head for the road that would take them over the "pass".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the "pass" is neared, brake lights are seen, and the traffic begins to crawl. used to accidents and traffic delays, the motorists content themselves with the pace and start up the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the local geese see what lies around the bend. they scoff at the notion of what the motorists will find when the "pass" is reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"look, look", said one to another,&lt;br /&gt;"long those people have been waiting,&lt;br /&gt;for a chance at some skating!&lt;br /&gt;if they only knew, oh brother!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, they didn't know, those motorists. work was awaiting, calls were coming, and for an unknown reason, the cars were at a halt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10, 20, 30, and 40 minutes the motorist crawled, trying in vain to see around the next bend just what was up ahead. The radio announcers just said it was slow, but no further explanation did they know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, wait, what's that up ahead? three cars slowly start up the pass. there is no accident, and not a flashing light can be seen. why, then oh why, what is that unseen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the "pass." the deadly terrifying "pass." suddenly, a hint of what's up ahead is caught. three cars seem to crawl and then wobble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it slick up ahead?!" the driver excitedly notes. "oh, wow, it must be bad." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowly, slowly, the pass is approached. it is realized with each foot that danger lies ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly the van directly to the front begins to swerve and fish tale! the driver hits the breaks. as soon as he tries to move he begins to lose control again. as he tries to go up and over the pass, he begins to slide from the left lane, to the right lane in onto the shoulder, where he stops-terror stricken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from behind a large Fed Ex truck begins to swerve and lose control. it's then that the green Honda begins to swerve. to the right and then the left he goes. gingerly he tries to stay on the road. the driver's hands are sure, as the passenger cries out in terror. inch by inch the pass angrily taunts, "go ahead, try, you are foolish dots. dots of people in little cars, nothing to my awesome, mighty, slippery tar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three other cars slide to the right shoulder as it becomes impossible to stay on the road. the Fed Ex truck works his way up, over the pass, and he beats it! a little 4-wheel drive Subaru has no fear of the pass.&lt;br /&gt;the brave green Honda, and its driver and passenger have come to a complete stop. the road is terrifying! there are cars swerving in front and in back. the driver, in a brave attempt gets the Honda over to the left shoulder and put its wheels into the gravel! then, traction, blessed traction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Honda is finally allowed to rest his poor, cold tires, as the pass is cleared and the descent begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny, the road, so normally busy with rush hour traffic, is quiet as one by one each car tries to beat the "pass." the light snow is enjoyed, as is the sanded road. how fun to drive over 5 miles an hour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little fear is felt when it's realized that the "pass" must once more be crossed later in the day. but, then it's realized; the "pass" has been beaten once, it can be beaten again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R1bJ1kQzelI/AAAAAAAAAGU/j7f8iiVF340/s1600-h/snow-scene-finish1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R1bJ1kQzelI/AAAAAAAAAGU/j7f8iiVF340/s320/snow-scene-finish1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140517946794408530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*extra drama added for effect :-)&lt;br /&gt;**Route 7's name is left out to protect its delicate sensitivity&lt;br /&gt;***driver: Peter, screamer: Julie&lt;br /&gt;****event: drive to work this am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-2291084712358708587?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/2291084712358708587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=2291084712358708587' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/2291084712358708587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/2291084712358708587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/12/pass.html' title='the &quot;pass&quot;'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/R1bJ1kQzelI/AAAAAAAAAGU/j7f8iiVF340/s72-c/snow-scene-finish1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-7539589505567662654</id><published>2007-10-26T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T17:03:35.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr and Mrs LaRock</title><content type='html'>Yep, we are back and we are getting back in to the swing of life as usual...sort of:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is different, but as I keep noting to myself, it doesn't feel that much different.  Marrying my Pete just seemed like a very natural move.  We're enjoying getting to know each other even better, and working at getting our cute little house to feel like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was beautiful!  I don't think I could ever thank enough all who helped and participated.  &lt;br /&gt;The reception out here was really fun, too!  We had a good crowd, delicious food, dancing and lots of socialazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed our stay at Bethany Beach - thankfully the weather was in the 70's most of the week.  We played in the sand, I got a lovely sun-burn, were very lazy for a week, and started getting used to being a Mr and a Mrs.  I did brave the cool temps and got into the ocean twice; Peter, on the other hand, braved it just about every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from the wedding.  It's taking me a bit to get organized and some picures are still coming in; but, enjoy these, and there will be more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RyJTX-Gy9WI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nvlH0Ikj3gA/s1600-h/IMG007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RyJTX-Gy9WI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nvlH0Ikj3gA/s320/IMG007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125750997174646114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy bride with her handsome groom:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RyJT1uGy9YI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gJYG6ZdgB04/s1600-h/IMG023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RyJT1uGy9YI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gJYG6ZdgB04/s320/IMG023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125751508275754370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ze bridal party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RyJUG-Gy9ZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/KgdrGVK3rjw/s1600-h/IMG018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RyJUG-Gy9ZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/KgdrGVK3rjw/s320/IMG018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125751804628497810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moms and dads with the bride and groom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RyJUQuGy9aI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bIjWNrofazA/s1600-h/IMG008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RyJUQuGy9aI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bIjWNrofazA/s320/IMG008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125751972132222370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ushers with the bride and groom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RyJUfeGy9bI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VTLbY4zzjaQ/s1600-h/Peter+and+Paul.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RyJUfeGy9bI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VTLbY4zzjaQ/s320/Peter+and+Paul.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125752225535292850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter and his best man, Paul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-7539589505567662654?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/7539589505567662654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=7539589505567662654' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/7539589505567662654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/7539589505567662654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/10/mr-and-mrs-larock.html' title='Mr and Mrs LaRock'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RyJTX-Gy9WI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nvlH0Ikj3gA/s72-c/IMG007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-8798929620177143398</id><published>2007-09-28T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T13:40:34.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Newness...</title><content type='html'>1.  In 8 days, Julie Cole will be Julie LaRock - wow.&lt;br /&gt;2.  In 8 days, Peter will have....gasp...a wife!&lt;br /&gt;3.  In 8 days we each will have a new set of parents.&lt;br /&gt;4.  In 8 days we each will have a new set if siblings.&lt;br /&gt;5.  In 8 days, Peter will become an uncle!&lt;br /&gt;6.  In 8 days we're going to make some very permanent vows.&lt;br /&gt;7.  In 8 days we're going to each have a new ring.&lt;br /&gt;8.  In 8 days we'll probably laugh and cry a lot.&lt;br /&gt;9.  In 8 days God will be laughing and crying with us.&lt;br /&gt;10. In 8 days we're going to face our fear of being the center of attention!&lt;br /&gt;11. In 8 days Peter will finally be welcome to stay at our cute little townhouse.&lt;br /&gt;12. In 8 days we'll dance for the first time as husband and wife.&lt;br /&gt;13. In 8 days I get to show off the most amazing dress a sister could make for another.&lt;br /&gt;14. In 8 days we'll all be really tired.&lt;br /&gt;15. In 8 days our lives will be forever changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, can it be 8 days away?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last night, I stopped to pick up my mail from the townhouse where I used to live.  I found that a huge box had arrived for Peter and I from Bed Bath and Beyond.  LOL, I tried heroically to get that puppy into my car, but it would not fit at all.  Opening the box and emptying the contents seemed to be the only way to get it to fit.  That worked, and now it's back at our house.  Getting married is like Christmas in September!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home last weekend to try on my dress and such, and can I just say, it's beautiful!  Jeanette has done a fantastic job - truly a labor of love.  Pictures of it will be coming after the wedding;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly I feel very calm about everything.  There is just an endless list of tiny details that keep coming up, but project by project, they are getting done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-8798929620177143398?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/8798929620177143398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=8798929620177143398' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/8798929620177143398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/8798929620177143398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/09/newness.html' title='Newness...'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-1490158920938318031</id><published>2007-09-06T17:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:24:35.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days!</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's true.  We're tying the knot in 30 days.  Crazy in a way the way the time is flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house is looking more and more like a home.  Peter found an adorable kitchen table with 4 chairs.  The kitchen just feels more like home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished the chair rail in the living room, and it looks amazing.  Actually, I should say Peter finished it.  I provided dinner and an occasional hand where needed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put our bed up in our room last night!  It looks really pretty, too. &lt;br /&gt;The new mattresses and frame were wedding gifts from his parents, and I have to say after sleeping on the mattresses last night, thank you!  They are really nice!  hehe, that's the beauty of living there now - I get to try everything out first:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding plans are really coming together.  I hear my dress is amazing, thanks to my amazing family.  I get to try it on in two weeks when I head home for a weekend, yay!  Can't wait to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter and I are getting pretty excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-1490158920938318031?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/1490158920938318031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=1490158920938318031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/1490158920938318031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/1490158920938318031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/09/30-days.html' title='30 days!'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-4418484235616341401</id><published>2007-08-20T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T12:34:42.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our house in progress</title><content type='html'>Our house is coming along!  We have finished painting, excluding touch-ups, and the place is really starting to look great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of what will be our bedroom.  We are going to be putting up chair rail around the middle of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RsmDBvE6DlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Dwgl3Lj84TM/s1600-h/100_4266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RsmDBvE6DlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Dwgl3Lj84TM/s320/100_4266.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100752118813953618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RsmDNfE6DmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZHOSM1KJS1E/s1600-h/100_4268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RsmDNfE6DmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ZHOSM1KJS1E/s320/100_4268.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100752320677416546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of the kitchen.  I love the blue and off-white contrast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RsmDafE6DnI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_Iikm7m-VfI/s1600-h/100_4263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RsmDafE6DnI/AAAAAAAAAFE/_Iikm7m-VfI/s320/100_4263.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100752544015715954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The living room is done now, and I'll get some pictures of those colors up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've moved to our new house for August and September, and I'm finally starting to feel okay sleeping alone there.  The first week, at times, the air conditioner would sound like someone opening the bedroom door.  I would wake up with a jump, only to realize that nobody was there:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph came over on Saturday and kept me company while I painted...that was nice.  Then we went grocery shopping.  &lt;br /&gt;Last night I cooked my first meal in my little kitchen with the frying pan and the radio to keep me company, hehe.  It was fun, though, and the whole house smelled yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Friday night Peter and I went on a for real date!  That was fun:-)  We haven't gone out as a couple for a bit.  It was nice to have dinner together and talk to, be with, and focus on each other.  My sister, Jeanette, told me that it is important, especially when planning a wedding and all that we are doing right now, to take time to just be a couple.  I'm glad we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Lucy's is still as cute as ever!  She had a shower on Saturday and got lots of really cute clothes.  I really like this pic of Joanna and Lucy, so I'll close out this post with it:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RsmF-_E6DoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/AsupRoRWYqU/s1600-h/100_4256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RsmF-_E6DoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/AsupRoRWYqU/s320/100_4256.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100755370104196738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-4418484235616341401?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/4418484235616341401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=4418484235616341401' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/4418484235616341401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/4418484235616341401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/08/our-house-in-progress.html' title='Our house in progress'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RsmDBvE6DlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Dwgl3Lj84TM/s72-c/100_4266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-4238316537731124728</id><published>2007-08-08T08:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T09:01:53.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Illinois trip</title><content type='html'>Peter and I went to Illinois two weekends ago to finalize wedding stuff, see my family, and see the corn.  It's really tall there this year.  Peter and I wanted to see if I could get taller than the corn if I sat on his shoulders and put my hands up as high as possible....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Rrm5E6_1xKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6NDG1YeoA68/s1600-h/100_4157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Rrm5E6_1xKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6NDG1YeoA68/s320/100_4157.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096307947554063522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...almost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are again, playing in the cornfield:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Rrm5Za_1xLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jh2crYIEEJI/s1600-h/100_4156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Rrm5Za_1xLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jh2crYIEEJI/s320/100_4156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096308299741381810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Illinois, my aunt threw us a couple's shower.  It was such a blessing!  She cooked amazing food, many aunts and uncles came bearing gifts for our cute little house, and we topped the night off with a good game of nertz.  Here we are on the way to our shower:-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Rrm5-q_1xMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/La4ljpfazOY/s1600-h/100_4116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Rrm5-q_1xMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/La4ljpfazOY/s320/100_4116.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096308939691508930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding stuff and house stuff is going.  Work is still crazy:-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter's brother, Dave, is in the area, and I've been able to get to know him a bit.  Peter, Paul, Dave and I met up with some friends Monday night and went bowling.  It was fun.  I really bombed the first game, but managed to pull in 3rd the 2nd game.  Peter won the first game hands down, but barely pulled out a win over Dave the 2nd game.  Good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta scoot for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-4238316537731124728?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/4238316537731124728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=4238316537731124728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/4238316537731124728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/4238316537731124728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/08/illinois-trip.html' title='Illinois trip'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Rrm5E6_1xKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6NDG1YeoA68/s72-c/100_4157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-1317983737057337369</id><published>2007-08-03T10:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T16:59:54.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be still and know that He is God...</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel like life is going so fast, you are running just to catch up to your own shadow?  I've been feeling that the past couple of weeks.  Perhaps it's the purchase of our new home and the painting and preparation that entails.  Maybe it's our wedding now just two short months away.  Or, maybe I can blame it on busy season kicking in at work just as the busy conference season closes.  My life sounds like this saying my dad once showed me: "I've gone to look for myself, so if I get back before I return, please ask me to wait."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past couple of days I've felt very overwhelmed.  I've found myself going down my mental list of wedding to dos, moving to dos, and house to dos while talking to various callers.  Yesterday, I had several long phone calls.  While listening and offering as much information as I could, I tried to work on some e-mails, but then the front desk would instant message me with another call on hold, someone would stop by my office, and my head would jump back to, invitations, guest list, flowers, tuxes, paint, boxes, packing...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I met with my prayer buddy here at work, and we spent some time praying about life, and about our hearts.  When I get busy, I have a tendency to put God on a back burner and take care of the more, "important things."  As I took time to pray and seek the face of my God this morning, I was struck with the stupidity of the afore mentioned thought.  What could be more important than time spent with my Father--the One who gave His very life because He saw value and worth in mine?  I've been allowing myself to cut off the very One Who can bring my life and true peace and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I prayed my perspective began to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding is a lot of work, I'll grant you, but I'm being given the opportunity to love someone with Christ's love for the rest of my life.  I'm going to be able to learn each day what it means to love someone, and to be loved by someone.  I've been given an amazing gift in my Peter, and it would be foolish to get so caught up in the "stress of planning a wedding" to forget this gift I've been given.  He's the one, who through the busyness of our lives right now, asks to pray with me, and gently encourages and listens.  While I want the day to be special, its importance fades as I think about the bigger, lifetime commitment I will make that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is work,but what a blessing to have a home together!  What a blessing to have the time to get it ready to be lived in now; to paint it the way we want it, and to do it as a team.  This is such a special time in our lives.  Just last night we were able to look at our newly finished kitchen--pictures will be up soonish:-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is work, but, it's also another opportunity to pour my life into ministry.  Sometimes these moms, (and dads too) need to share with someone.  It's a blessing to work in a place filled with people who love the Lord, who meet corporately twice each week to seek the face of God.  My prayer buddy is one of my best friends, and I am so grateful that she's a part of my life.  God has blessed me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have much to thank God for, and I need to spend more time doing so.  I'm glad He reminded me this morning, "Darling girl, be still and know that I am God.  Before the foundations of the world I knew you-I knit you together in your mother's womb.  Be still, my child, be still."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-1317983737057337369?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/1317983737057337369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=1317983737057337369' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/1317983737057337369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/1317983737057337369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/08/be-still-and-know-that-he-is-god.html' title='Be still and know that He is God...'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-2773390323742336731</id><published>2007-07-16T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:11:28.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So first, read Julie's blog down below. I didn't mean to steal her thunder, but Joanna suggested that some pictures of my family might be in order. First of all, though, we don't have the house YET; that should happen early tomorrow morning, Lord willing and the creek don't rise. Pray for us, please! Julie has been an incredible part of making this work; Friday I was out of town, and she coordinated about a dozen difficult last minute tasks and requests for information. Our bank actually seems more disorganized than me (pause for a moment to let the significance of that sink in). Anyway, she's had a terrific attitude and been nothing but a sweetheart, and we were so excited to see each other when she picked me up at the airport on Sunday. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, like I said, pictures of my family.&lt;br /&gt;This one is us at Ravens Rock, actually not far from where I asked Julie to marry me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RpwjlTUiTgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/f45BGYP1WjU/s1600-h/STA62124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RpwjlTUiTgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/f45BGYP1WjU/s320/STA62124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087980802770357762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and Abby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RpwkZjUiThI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KmAhPkHU1Lw/s1600-h/STA62092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RpwkZjUiThI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KmAhPkHU1Lw/s320/STA62092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087981700418522642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura, Abby, and Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RpwktDUiTiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uV0M70xauqA/s1600-h/STA62086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RpwktDUiTiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uV0M70xauqA/s320/STA62086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087982035425971746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Paul and Johnny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RpwlCjUiTjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TroAexXB1kc/s1600-h/STA62081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RpwlCjUiTjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/TroAexXB1kc/s320/STA62081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087982404793159218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absent from these photos is David, my older brother. We do have pictures of him around the house, but none digital. We'll take some when he comes down in a few weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-2773390323742336731?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/2773390323742336731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=2773390323742336731' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/2773390323742336731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/2773390323742336731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-first-read-julies-blog-down-below.html' title=''/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RpwjlTUiTgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/f45BGYP1WjU/s72-c/STA62124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-9205592668653355116</id><published>2007-07-16T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T12:42:49.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Hey all.  Lots going on right now for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, in a few hours, if all goes according to plan, we will be purchasing our first home!  It’s a little townhouse on the edge of Winchester, VA, and it’s really cute.  It’ll be fun to have it ready to be lived in before we are married in October.  Location is fantastic in that we’ll be neighbors with Jeremy, Jessica, and the adorable little Lucy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve also been busy making with our wedding plans.  I had no idea there were so many details associated with one day.  God has been so good to us!  My sister, Jeanette, has been amazing.  She’s helping with so many of the details, and I don’t know what I’d do without her.  She’s making my dress, and I couldn’t be more thrilled.  I hear it’s beautiful, and I’ll get to try it on in two weeks when Peter and I head to Illinois for a quick visit.  We’re going to decide on the church, reception location, and all kinds of other details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond, hmmm, buying a house and planning a wedding, not too much going on.  We’re busy with work; HSLDA’s busy season is almost upon us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do manage to have some together time outside of the craziness of life.  I’m one blessed girl.  Peter and I grow closer and we continue to see God’s faithfulness to us.  We’ve been working through a book called, “Sacred Marriage”.  The emphasis is on allowing God to use marriage to make us holy rather than seeking our own happiness through it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a movie being filmed at HSLDA/PHC today, and, heh, I’m going to be an extra.  It’s really kind of cool.  The cast and crew are all set up in the membership department.  I find the whole process fascinating.  I even got a little makeup attention and a costume.  My white shirt is not cool for filming I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch that, I didn’t end up being in it—apparently a lot of people like the idea of some fame, *grin*.  But, it’s funny to be sitting here listening to: “Quiet on the set please”, “Action--QUIET ON THE SET PLEASE”--While I take calls about religious exemption, notices of intent, and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you’re all having a blessed day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-9205592668653355116?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/9205592668653355116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=9205592668653355116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/9205592668653355116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/9205592668653355116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/07/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-5907404952945709993</id><published>2007-06-29T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T16:58:09.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting married!</title><content type='html'>To my Pete:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm pretty much on cloud nine right now, babe.  There was a time that I really wanted to get married, then came the time when I was afraid to get married and swore I never would, and then there's now--a time when I can't wait to be married.  I guess God had something else in mind when He introduced me to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were worth the wait, and I love you more every day.  With wedding plans and crazy busy schedules, thanks for reminding me each day of your love, and your support.&lt;br /&gt;You're my best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the other blog readers:  Some pictures:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RoVxBxe7HKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sUnOmmYGjaU/s1600-h/PJ+Engagement+41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RoVxBxe7HKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sUnOmmYGjaU/s320/PJ+Engagement+41.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081592029834321058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RoVw5Be7HJI/AAAAAAAAADs/6jNO-4wO3Yo/s1600-h/PJ+Engagement+30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RoVw5Be7HJI/AAAAAAAAADs/6jNO-4wO3Yo/s320/PJ+Engagement+30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081591879510465682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-5907404952945709993?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/5907404952945709993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=5907404952945709993' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/5907404952945709993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/5907404952945709993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-getting-married.html' title='I&apos;m getting married!'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RoVxBxe7HKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sUnOmmYGjaU/s72-c/PJ+Engagement+41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-3115633525542053669</id><published>2007-06-20T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T12:00:11.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Engagement pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RnlOOnkRVfI/AAAAAAAAADk/1pU_VFL7uwM/s1600-h/PJ+Engagement+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078176067883193842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RnlOOnkRVfI/AAAAAAAAADk/1pU_VFL7uwM/s320/PJ+Engagement+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RnlOH3kRVeI/AAAAAAAAADc/7w0MIwMdTBY/s1600-h/PJ+Engagement+39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078175951919076834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RnlOH3kRVeI/AAAAAAAAADc/7w0MIwMdTBY/s320/PJ+Engagement+39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RnlOCXkRVdI/AAAAAAAAADU/8ml2O1agWWM/s1600-h/PJ+Engagement+35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078175857429796306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RnlOCXkRVdI/AAAAAAAAADU/8ml2O1agWWM/s320/PJ+Engagement+35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078175767235483074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RnlN9HkRVcI/AAAAAAAAADM/jIgWMgfCNkU/s320/PJ+Engagement+23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RnlN4XkRVbI/AAAAAAAAADE/y5R3t-7PjWg/s1600-h/PJ+Engagement+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078175685631104434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RnlN4XkRVbI/AAAAAAAAADE/y5R3t-7PjWg/s320/PJ+Engagement+20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078175573961954722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RnlNx3kRVaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ObIV6R7ldPU/s320/PJ+Engagement+18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RnlNpXkRVZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2YwfJxMLE8U/s1600-h/PJ+Engagement+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078175427933066642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RnlNpXkRVZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2YwfJxMLE8U/s320/PJ+Engagement+15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me know what you think! Kelly, a friend of ours took these for us. Aren't they beautiful? I have some more I'll add soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Julie&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/15836721-3115633525542053669?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/3115633525542053669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=3115633525542053669' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/3115633525542053669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/3115633525542053669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/06/engagement-pics.html' title='Engagement pics'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RnlOOnkRVfI/AAAAAAAAADk/1pU_VFL7uwM/s72-c/PJ+Engagement+02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-90398912993143652</id><published>2007-06-12T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T09:53:27.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The ring (didn't he pick a pretty one?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Rm6lT3kRVXI/AAAAAAAAACk/zwCqiOVpzrQ/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075175590845306226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Rm6lT3kRVXI/AAAAAAAAACk/zwCqiOVpzrQ/s320/DSC00012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-90398912993143652?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/90398912993143652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=90398912993143652' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/90398912993143652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/90398912993143652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/06/ring-didnt-he-pick-pretty-one.html' title='The ring (didn&apos;t he pick a pretty one?)'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Rm6lT3kRVXI/AAAAAAAAACk/zwCqiOVpzrQ/s72-c/DSC00012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-6360089218747643497</id><published>2007-06-11T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T23:07:27.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New pics and stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Rm4G6XkRVSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/12dOiuSX7M0/s1600-h/STA60911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Rm4G6XkRVSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/12dOiuSX7M0/s320/STA60911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075001429921453346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Sunday was actually a pretty busy day, as you may have gathered. Here's my best buddy on the way back from  the airport.  I think the camera made her a bit uncomfortable :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Rm4H6XkRVTI/AAAAAAAAACE/5onH9GMw9-A/s1600-h/STA60912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Rm4H6XkRVTI/AAAAAAAAACE/5onH9GMw9-A/s320/STA60912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075002529433081138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Julie with her birthday flowers; we aren't attaching any symbolism to these blossoms, since they got baked in the car and kinda flopped over later that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Rm4JGnkRVUI/AAAAAAAAACM/IfOUL9zqZU4/s1600-h/STA60914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Rm4JGnkRVUI/AAAAAAAAACM/IfOUL9zqZU4/s320/STA60914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075003839398106434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the bugs were kinda pesky at first, but must have realized we wanted to be left alone for a bit.  I think  here she's just trying to  get  a few feet away from the camera without falling off the cliff in back of her.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Rm4Lg3kRVVI/AAAAAAAAACU/_bNfuVoBSdY/s1600-h/STA60917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Rm4Lg3kRVVI/AAAAAAAAACU/_bNfuVoBSdY/s320/STA60917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075006489392928082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few minutes after she said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Rm4MzHkRVWI/AAAAAAAAACc/BIohkVib-HY/s1600-h/STA60919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Rm4MzHkRVWI/AAAAAAAAACc/BIohkVib-HY/s320/STA60919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075007902437168482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Julie 'n' me.&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/15836721-6360089218747643497?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/6360089218747643497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=6360089218747643497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/6360089218747643497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/6360089218747643497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-pics-and-stuff.html' title='New pics and stuff'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Rm4G6XkRVSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/12dOiuSX7M0/s72-c/STA60911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-634216685881603107</id><published>2007-06-11T10:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T10:37:20.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not to downplay little Lucy...</title><content type='html'>But, we are engaged!!! Peter proposed to me on my Birthday:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon we went for a hike to Raven's Rock, (something I love to do with him), we returned to a cliff we'd found last time we were there.  After talking for a bit, chasing some pesky gnats away, and admiring the view of the valley, he pulled out a letter and began to read it to me. It was amazing, and at the end there was a big question, and....drum roll please....I said, "yes!" Haha, I laughed and cried at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Peter's love is something that has caught me by surprise, but I wouldn't trade it for the world. He's my best friend, and I'm thrilled to take this step with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will get pictures up soon. I don't have any close shots of the ring yet, but it is absolutely beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the most blessed girl in the world right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left Raven's Rock, we went to Winchester to see my mom, (who is enjoying her grandbaby very much), headed back to Purcellville to my house, where there was much giggling and rejoicing, and then we headed to to the LaRock's! It was kind of funny because I'd been there earlier in the day to celebrate my Birthday--Laura, Pete's sister, made an amazing cake, and I showed up later engaged.&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't guessed, I'm really excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J (and Peter)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-634216685881603107?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/634216685881603107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=634216685881603107' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/634216685881603107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/634216685881603107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/06/not-to-downplay-little-lucy.html' title='Not to downplay little Lucy...'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-4878878691741011366</id><published>2007-06-03T17:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T17:10:37.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Lucy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RmMt-00o20I/AAAAAAAAAB0/KpSH3YURhZA/s1600-h/Lucy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071948162703874882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RmMt-00o20I/AAAAAAAAAB0/KpSH3YURhZA/s320/Lucy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeanette's got this photo up, too, (I did steal it cause I didn't get the e-mailed pics:-(.  She be pretty no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J (for P&amp;amp;J)&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/15836721-4878878691741011366?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/4878878691741011366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=4878878691741011366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/4878878691741011366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/4878878691741011366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/06/little-lucy.html' title='Little Lucy'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RmMt-00o20I/AAAAAAAAAB0/KpSH3YURhZA/s72-c/Lucy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-1962445269490231723</id><published>2007-06-02T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T14:10:29.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucy Elizabeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I held her yesterday, and she's beautiful! I don't have any pictures yet, but we took some, and I'll hope to get some up soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I spent most of my afternoon and evening at the hospital yesterday hoping to get my chance to at least see little Lucy. The NICU has specific visiting times, and during the afternoon visiting time they were closed because they had to stabilize a baby that had just come in from UVA. I talked to the new parents, ran some errands in Winchester, and headed back to the NICU last night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not only did I get to see her, but I was able to hold her. She's sooo tiny! She has dark brownish hair, and her eyes seemed dark blue, but I couldn't quite tell. She weighed 6lbs and 6ozs at birth and was 19 inches long. Jessica and I noted that she appears to have a Cole nose, and the trademark curled Cole toe:-) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her arrival was a bit traumatic, (doctors are saying that it was a serious situation--Lucy's cord was pinched which caused her to be without oxygen for a while), but God was and is so good! She's alert, looking around, yawning, and very contented. It was fun to watch Jessica with her little girl. I know not being able to hold Lucy and be with her for a couple days now, has been hard. Lucy looked so contented in Jessica's arms. She would look up at her mommy, then start to drift off, only to wake up again. She had quite the grip on Jessica's finger, too! Jeremy is also thrilled with his little girl. What a special time for them. Praise God for His faithfulness and for this new life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Julie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-1962445269490231723?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/1962445269490231723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=1962445269490231723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/1962445269490231723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/1962445269490231723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/06/lucy-elizabeth_02.html' title='Lucy Elizabeth'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-2877489510129516577</id><published>2007-05-31T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T16:16:46.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an Aunt!</title><content type='html'>Lucy Elizabeth Cole is here!  Woohoo!  Mother and baby are doing well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy seems pretty darned happy and proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-2877489510129516577?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/2877489510129516577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=2877489510129516577' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/2877489510129516577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/2877489510129516577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-aunt.html' title='I&apos;m an Aunt!'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-6279607395425916184</id><published>2007-05-21T09:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T10:27:14.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random-er Stuff</title><content type='html'>Hiya, everybody!&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if Julie told you yet, but we went to a minor league game Friday afternoon - the Frederick Keys vs. the Salem Avalanche. The Keys get their name from Francis Scott Key road and Francis Scott Key stadium, which in turn derive their name from the relative of some city planner, I guess. Anyhoo, no one really made it past second until the 6th inning. It wound up tied at the bottom of the 9th, and then the Keys scored the winning run on a VERY questionable call, and both the coaches from Salem got up close in the ump's face - it reminded Julie and I of a couple of roosters squaring off :)&lt;br /&gt;We got to see some lovely fireworks afterwards, but it was getting pretty chilly. Have you guys ever noticed that Julie gets cold sort of easily? Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;Julie (and the rest of our worship team, I suppose, and the church too) led us in "Amazing Grace (My Chains are Gone)". Chris Tomlin took some verses of Amazing Grace that ordinarily aren't sung in the hymn, but are still very beautiful, and put them to some slightly faster music. We both really liked it, and she's going to try to get ahold of the sheet music. Have you guys heard this?&lt;br /&gt;Last night we watched a Bollywood movie - Bride and Prejudice (There is no life without wife!) - a really goofy movie with fantastically colorful sets and costumes, and the only Indian movie I have ever seen to incorporate a southern baptist choir into one of their musical numbers. I've never seen Pride and Prejudice (and I don't really want to, either, this may be my loss but it is one I am comfortable with) so Julie filled me in on who was who.&lt;br /&gt;We both miss you guys, and Julie Really Really Really misses you, so I hope we get over to see you sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;And if Julie thinks it's pathetic to miss me, that's ok, it just makes me extra pathetic :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-6279607395425916184?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/6279607395425916184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=6279607395425916184' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/6279607395425916184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/6279607395425916184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/05/random-er-stuff.html' title='Random-er Stuff'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-1791089669191776239</id><published>2007-05-11T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T16:15:43.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>random stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RkTJIknHCNI/AAAAAAAAABs/rwjOWFAKWmI/s1600-h/100_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063393030175131858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RkTJIknHCNI/AAAAAAAAABs/rwjOWFAKWmI/s320/100_0004.JPG" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a cool picture. Mr and Mrs Wilcox have taken time to talk with Peter and I on several occasions. They have been a mentor couple to us, and we thank God for them. We go to their home on Wendesday nights for a Bible study. Our group is fun and full of colorful personalities. Right now we're working our way through the book of Matthew. I love going to their home--it's charming! The people in it give it the charm. They love the Lord, and they always encourage us in our walk with Him as they help us wade through the waters of a relationship and life in general:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All in a Day's Work:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does HSLDA stand for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last I checked it was the Home School Legal Defense Association, but my most recent call changes all of that. Today I was asked if we could help annul a man's marriage. wow, nuff said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In other news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peter is off in Norfolk, Virginia explaining to families what HSLDA is and what HSLDA does. heh, I am rather pathetic, but I miss him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He'll be back in time to wish his mother a, "Happy Mother's Day."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And last, but not least:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Mother's Day to my amazing mom, and to any other moms who read our blog. You are precious women, loved by God, and I'm so thankful for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy, I love you bunches. Thanks for all of the phone conversations of late. I've enjoyed taking more time to just talk to you. Love you bunches!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-1791089669191776239?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/1791089669191776239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=1791089669191776239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/1791089669191776239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/1791089669191776239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/05/random-stuff.html' title='random stuff'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RkTJIknHCNI/AAAAAAAAABs/rwjOWFAKWmI/s72-c/100_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-7050260919387693137</id><published>2007-04-30T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T14:22:13.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying...a necessary evil?</title><content type='html'>I have decided something: flying is a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some experiences worth blogging about, and after this last weekend, I really can't wait any longer to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend I traveled to Springfield, Missouri for a work conference. I arrived at the Dulles airport early Thursday morning. I ran into two of my friends, (first time that's ever happened.) They were headed to Hawaii for a vacation. We were all headed to Chicago for our connections.&lt;br /&gt;We all boarded the plane on time; however, I commented to my friends that I wondered if we'd be delayed because of O'Hare. I had a really tight connection at O'Hare, 45 min, to be exact, and I had to get to another terminal. My experiences with O'Hare have not been so good. Sure enough, the captain came on, just as soon as we were seated and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, due to some unforeseen weather we are going to have to wait to take off for another hour." heh, there went my connection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my plane landed at O'Hare, I booked it! I've never run through an airport before, but there I was, tote over my shoulder, conference suitcase rolling behind me. I felt kind of rude pushing past people, but when you have to make a flight or wait for hours, you run as fast as you can. Thankfully, my flight to Springfield had been delayed for 15 min. I made it with 5 minutes to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in Springfield, I stood and waited for my luggage...and I waited for my luggage, and I waited and waited. I began to realize with a sinking feeling that mine didn't make it. The airport was small enough that the guy unloading luggage came in, saw me standing there and said, "That’s all the luggage I got, hun. Come to the ticketing counter and we'll see what we can do."&lt;br /&gt;So, I got my rental car and headed over to see about my luggage. They took my hotel address and said that my luggage would probably be on the next flight that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed to the hotel, with the clothes on my back, (jeans and flip-flops and a t-shirt) and my conference suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;I had to actually work the conference that night; so I headed over to the conference, set-up and tried to "look" professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night I went back to the hotel and asked if my bags had made it. Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I was staying across the street from a 24-hour Wal-Mart. I headed over there at about 11pm, (midnight in my body) and tried to throw enough stuff together to get me though the next day. I managed to find some cargo khakis, haha, and a button down top. I grabbed some pj's, toothpaste/brush and all that jazz and some poster board to make a sign for my booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poster I got was really not the correct size, so when I arrived at the conference on Friday morning, I borrowed some scissors, (mine were in my checked luggage), and cut and taped it to the correct size. Somehow, in the midst of trying to figure out the sign, lack of sleep and just general out-of -it ness, I accidentally spelled Defense, 'Defence'. Go figure. I had put it up, even taken a look at it, and somehow not noticed, yikes. Thankfully, a kind lady was like, "um, do you realize that you spelled defense wrong...". Oh, I was so embarrassed! Uh, yeah, I was homeschooled:-) I tore that sign down and went through all of Friday with an un-marked booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our attorneys came in on Friday and his presence did help my booth gain some attention:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night: no bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went again to Wal-Mart, bought some different poster board and colored markers and spent my evening making better, homemade signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have worked because business was good on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my bags did make it late Saturday night, in time for me to leave Sunday morning! The other; still lost somewhere. Dulles did put a tag for Vegas on one of my bags by accident, so I think it probably ended up there:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, haha there were so many things that happened, but I'll share just one more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seated amongst a group of Jewish ninth graders from Canada--they were on their way to D.C. They were loud and they were everywhere. The flight was anything but relaxing. On our descent, the pilot was not handling the plane well. There was little wind and seemed to be no reason for the rocky ride down. He would drop really fast, shake the plane, etc. The kids were screaming, and I started to feel really sick...I mean really sick! I've never gotten sick on a flight before. Right as we pulled up to the gate, I felt so bad, that I took off for the bathroom. I stood in there trying to calm my tummy, breaking into a sweat and wanting my mommy! I heard everyone leave the plane, but I felt so bad that I didn't want to leave the room. I stepped out once and asked for some water. Then I went back in. I heard the attendants saying, "She’s still in there". They knocked and asked after me. After about 5 minutes I stepped out to let them know I needed a few more minutes, and one of the ladies said, "You need to get off of the plane. Take a bag and if you need to throw up, just use it." At this point I was almost in tears. I felt like I was going to throw up right then and there, and she was telling me I had to leave and take a bag to throw up in on my way out! I grabbed my bag, the bag and my purse and headed out; praying all the way I'd make it to a bathroom. I made it to the bathroom, and somehow my stomach calmed. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many more stories, but this one will have to do for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next one will probably be, "Stuck all day at O'Hare because of Random Snow Storm in April."&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps, "Flight canceled because your captain's seat is broken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Peter and I are both doing well. He had a conference in CA last weekend, and probably has his own airport stories to share.&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to be back, and I was thrilled to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-7050260919387693137?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/7050260919387693137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=7050260919387693137' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/7050260919387693137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/7050260919387693137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/04/flyinga-necessary-evil.html' title='Flying...a necessary evil?'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-7859869667103567401</id><published>2007-04-09T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T09:45:34.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a thief, but I love these pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RhqpafQ4ClI/AAAAAAAAABk/mjmWxF5c3Xo/s1600-h/100_3214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051536204583406162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RhqpafQ4ClI/AAAAAAAAABk/mjmWxF5c3Xo/s320/100_3214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Sisters, sisters, there were never such devoted sisters. Never had to have a chaperone, no sir, 'I'm here to keep my eye on her....' Carin', sharin' every little thing that we are wearin'..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RhqpIPQ4CkI/AAAAAAAAABc/cYAH-4KgfJA/s1600-h/100_3208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051535891050793538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RhqpIPQ4CkI/AAAAAAAAABc/cYAH-4KgfJA/s320/100_3208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot about my family the last couple days. I think mostly because I spent Easter with Peter's family rather than with the Cole Crew. That was a new, different experience for me. This is an exciting time in my life, and it's also a changing time. I'm realizing more and more the blessing of family. My sis, Jeanette, is leaving the area soon, and that's hit me pretty hard, too. There's nothing like having a sister for a friend. I didn't realize how much I've loved having her near, even if I didn't get over to D.C. to see her as much as I wanted to. She will be missed, but I know she will be happy, and that is so very important to me. Life is full of changes, and once I adjust, I'm fine with them. *teary smile*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting to know Peter's family is new, but it's been pretty neat so far:-) They are a fun bunch with lots of hugs and laughter to go around. They are a blessing to me, and they often remind me of my family in Illy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray you each had a blessed Easter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Julie&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/15836721-7859869667103567401?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/7859869667103567401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=7859869667103567401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/7859869667103567401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/7859869667103567401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-thief-but-i-love-these-pics.html' title='I am a thief, but I love these pics...'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RhqpafQ4ClI/AAAAAAAAABk/mjmWxF5c3Xo/s72-c/100_3214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-5733021291407443029</id><published>2007-03-28T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T17:21:39.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RgrcAB-RPKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hZZ9BWFWY1M/s1600-h/100_3192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047088225509784738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RgrcAB-RPKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hZZ9BWFWY1M/s320/100_3192.jpg" width="420" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Rgrb1x-RPJI/AAAAAAAAABI/Mbi27WG0fEE/s1600-h/100_3191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047088049416125586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Rgrb1x-RPJI/AAAAAAAAABI/Mbi27WG0fEE/s320/100_3191.jpg" width="388" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Peter, realizing the vastness of Illinois farmland:)  I love these pictures! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This field is in my family's backyard.&lt;br /&gt;The trip home was a blast! I will have more pictures soon. Peter met my fun family, saw THE Farmer City, took a walking tour (in the rain) of Bellflower and my old paper routes, played lots of games, chatted with my parents, met several relatives, and enjoyed the wind and quiet of downstate Illinois.&lt;br /&gt;It is quiet back home in Illinois. I found the trip to be refreshing and fun. The kids are growing like weeds, and it was so fun for them to meet and enjoy hangin' with Peter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta run for now, but we'll be around!&lt;br /&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/15836721-5733021291407443029?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/5733021291407443029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=5733021291407443029' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/5733021291407443029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/5733021291407443029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-peter-realizing-vastness-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RgrcAB-RPKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hZZ9BWFWY1M/s72-c/100_3192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-2348178755423822303</id><published>2007-03-13T09:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T18:06:06.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RfangbyKBAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/7g0tJURCrZ0/s1600-h/100_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041401008543630338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RfangbyKBAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/7g0tJURCrZ0/s320/100_0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Rfam_7yKA_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/7tvgQkhdkYI/s1600-h/100_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041400450197881842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Rfam_7yKA_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/7tvgQkhdkYI/s320/100_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041400072240759778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/Rfamp7yKA-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/8N9nP_9jEYA/s320/100_0013.JPG" border="0" /&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;Yep, I do now have some more pictures of Julie 'n Pete:-) We both seem to keep busy with our various Bible studies, work, and activities. We also spend a lot of time getting to know each other more. It's legislative season for Pete in legal, and it's conference season for me. &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;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;Here we are up to no good:) I think perhaps he was planning to tickle me, and I was planning the escape... &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/15836721-2348178755423822303?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/2348178755423822303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=2348178755423822303' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/2348178755423822303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/2348178755423822303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/03/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/RfangbyKBAI/AAAAAAAAAAo/7g0tJURCrZ0/s72-c/100_0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-3138840956159984520</id><published>2007-02-28T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T13:06:02.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ReXEFcNr7gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/S2IULKkWa_s/s1600-h/P+&amp;+J.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036647356035755522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ReXEFcNr7gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/S2IULKkWa_s/s320/P+%26+J.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here you all go....we will get more up soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So guess what?  We got more snow last weekend!  I think around 7 inches.  We've had winter in Virginia!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catch up with you soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P&amp;amp;J&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-3138840956159984520?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/3138840956159984520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=3138840956159984520' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/3138840956159984520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/3138840956159984520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/02/here-you-all-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/ReXEFcNr7gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/S2IULKkWa_s/s72-c/P+%26+J.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-150570304363685691</id><published>2007-02-19T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T15:09:46.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Of snow, a sore loser, and a faithful God</title><content type='html'>Last week Virginia had the biggest snow/ice storm that I can remember. We've had snow here before, but not like this. The storm moved in last Tuesday, and kept us all home on Valentine's Day. There weren't that many inches of snow, but the ice on top of the snow created the yucky aspect of the storm.&lt;br /&gt;Katie, my roomie, and I had parked our cars in our driveway. I started trying to dig them out on Wednesday night, but alas, I didn't get far. On Thursday a group of guys plus a few of us girls took our lunchbreak to go rescue the cars. It took 5 of us about an hour. We used an ax, metal shovels, and a pick-ax! The ice was solid enough that Patrick Henry students went ice skating in the soccer field...wearing ice skates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered something about myself yesterday. When it comes to chess, I am a sore loser. The dreaded rematch came, and I lost not one, but two games, badly. By the time I lost the second game, I was ticked. I wasn't mad at Peter, but I was so frustrated with myself. I'm still trying to figure out why, but here's the conclusion I've come to: Jeremy and I used to play chess all of the time, and he almost always won. I would get so frustrated losing over and over again. Sigh, this feels like the same situation. Different guy, same situation, same game. Thankfully, Peter and I are still the best of friends, I still think he's the coolest guy ever, and I even told him that I'll play him again...next week!:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking lately about the amazing God I serve; about the fact that He wants to know us personally, and that He desires a relationship with each of us. Peter and I had the most amazing opportunity to share our faith with a man last night. He's an old friend of my neighbor's and came to visit for the weekend. He is originally from England, but he now lives in the states. We talked about so many aspects of God and the Christian faith, and I find my mind still going over the many things that were shared.&lt;br /&gt;We talked about how Christianity is a relationship with THE God of the universe; not a religion, but a daily walk with Him. In what other religion do you have the god of the particular religion wanting to have fellowship and relationship with mankind? It's truly an amazing thought! Peter and I were so blessed to be a part of the seed-planting in this man's life. There was much more, but I find myself short of time. I will stop for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is amazing, and I feel blessed to know Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-150570304363685691?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/150570304363685691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=150570304363685691' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/150570304363685691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/150570304363685691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/02/of-snow-sore-loser-and-faithful-god.html' title='Of snow, a sore loser, and a faithful God'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-8407208300008134678</id><published>2007-02-13T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T11:58:03.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushing the van out of the ditch in the rain...?</title><content type='html'>I kinda remember that, but not really.  Remind me...was that the time somebody backed out of the driveway into the ditch on the other side of the road?  I can remember pushing vehicles out of various, interesting situations, but this particular time is not coming to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when Jeremy and I would go out in the driveway and walk through the mud-puddles.  We would say something like, "ouch, ouch, ouch!" when we walked on the gravel and then: "ahhhh" when we hit a puddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm liking memory lane.  Heh, I don't think I've told Peter about talking in my sleep, and I'm honestly not sure if I do it anymore.  I remember Jeanette telling me, a long time ago, that I asked her in the middle of the night: "Jeanette, how many should I take?"  Wonder what I was dreaming about!&lt;br /&gt;I can remember Janessa coming up late to her half-asleep sister.  And said half asleep sister would try to talk in a coherent fashion and fail miserably.  Janessa still teases me about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time we giggled the night away, dear Janessa decided to dive into her bed.  But something random happened, she tripped, and made the craziest entrance to bed on record.   I wish I had that on tape...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip to Washington was fun.  I'm very glad to be back, (just in time for our first Virginia "winter storm").  Washington was dreary, and so I didn't really see the mountains and such.  Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catcha later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-8407208300008134678?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/8407208300008134678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=8407208300008134678' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/8407208300008134678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/8407208300008134678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/02/pushing-van-out-of-ditch-in-rain.html' title='Pushing the van out of the ditch in the rain...?'/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15836721.post-2379118617735528899</id><published>2007-02-10T01:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T21:10:24.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Getting to know Julie IS amazing, Karen. Books…I already shared a few a couple notes ago, but here are a few more: I like The Brothers Karamazov, Great Expectations, Roughing It, For Whom the Bell Tolls, and Cat’s Cradle. I never have heard of Eden Southworth till now, though, Jane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="comment-timestamp" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.25in; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;I do like some war movies, Joanna, such as Saving Private Ryan or Blackhawk down.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My family quotes Sergeant York a lot. We are really into the old classics too, and Julie is introducing me to a few musicals that we had overlooked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="comment-timestamp" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.25in; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;Most of the cooking around here is done by my mom, Joanne, or my sister Elizabeth. I do cook, but usually for myself, and usually grilling or stir-frying something with onions and peppers. Pretty much anything works with onions and peppers. I like to bake cookies &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="comment-timestamp" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.25in; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman"&gt;Cally Jane:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="comment-timestamp" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.25in" face="times new roman"&gt;1. Not really. The only time I ever tried it, the texture was really strange. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="comment-timestamp" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.25in" face="times new roman"&gt;2. Peter Michael LaRock. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="comment-timestamp" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.25in" face="times new roman"&gt;3. One of my favorite quotes is when Hobbes from Calvin and Hobbes says “We tigers like our food surprised and running.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="comment-timestamp" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.25in" face="times new roman"&gt;4. 1 Corinthians 3:11-15&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="comment-timestamp" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.25in" face="times new roman"&gt;5. Julie told me about the Hellmann’s vs. Miracle Whip thing, and I think I lean towards Hellmann’s; Miracle Whip is kinda sweet, which seems weird for mayonnaise for some reason. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="comment-timestamp" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.25in" face="times new roman"&gt;6. Nope. Never even been to Missouri. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="comment-timestamp" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.25in" face="times new roman"&gt;7. No, whenever I find myself in the neighborhood, he’s busy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="comment-timestamp" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.25in" face="times new roman"&gt;8. I like hiking and biking, reading, and playing silly games with my friends, like Capitalism or Monopoly, or Nerts. Julie got me started on Nerts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="comment-timestamp" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.25in" face="times new roman"&gt;9. Probably Amazing Grace, even if it is everyone else’s favorite hymn too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="comment-timestamp" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 0.5in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0.25in" face="times new roman"&gt;10. Favorite song(s)… my favorite praise song would likely be All in All, and secular, maybe…Eva Cassidy’s version of Fields of Gold. I have tons of favorite songs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What do the rest of you miss about Julie the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15836721-2379118617735528899?l=ljulianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/feeds/2379118617735528899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15836721&amp;postID=2379118617735528899' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/2379118617735528899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15836721/posts/default/2379118617735528899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ljulianna.blogspot.com/2007/02/getting-to-know-julie-is-amazing-karen.html' title=''/><author><name>Pete and Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09299493208835934784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VknRHvcfgiE/TGRZK7A9lTI/AAAAAAAACOo/CQkwCKLzwGo/S220/wedding+1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
