<?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-3918592964663637150</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:58:19.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jubilant Journal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-4148633925628665304</id><published>2009-09-07T20:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:13:19.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rub a Dub Dub, Three Boys In a Tub</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SqWvbb1qQAI/AAAAAAAAA44/HXDezgvzBME/s1600-h/100_2148_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378898215828078594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SqWvbb1qQAI/AAAAAAAAA44/HXDezgvzBME/s400/100_2148_edited.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wouldn't want anything to do with that water when they are done with it. :)&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/3918592964663637150-4148633925628665304?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4148633925628665304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=4148633925628665304&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/4148633925628665304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/4148633925628665304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/rub-dub-dub-three-boys-in-tub.html' title='Rub a Dub Dub, Three Boys In a Tub'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SqWvbb1qQAI/AAAAAAAAA44/HXDezgvzBME/s72-c/100_2148_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-8878944246602135063</id><published>2009-08-14T08:43:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:42:55.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation, Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVxLAjuUlI/AAAAAAAAA3g/faKKBMuhtio/s1600-h/vacation+2009+146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369822564651520594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVxLAjuUlI/AAAAAAAAA3g/faKKBMuhtio/s400/vacation+2009+146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was good to see some family while we were there too... We got to see my Aunt Connie, my cousins, and their eight precious children. My boys had an immediate love for their "tousins". They even watched the boys for me so I could do a little shopping on my own... now THAT was a treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVxKjAB3eI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/ZBM18qh0fpc/s1600-h/vacation+2009+142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369822556717178338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVxKjAB3eI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/ZBM18qh0fpc/s400/vacation+2009+142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVrrfBVcDI/AAAAAAAAA14/1D_sRDQCYtg/s1600-h/vacation+2009+107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369816525514829874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVrrfBVcDI/AAAAAAAAA14/1D_sRDQCYtg/s400/vacation+2009+107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to see my Grandma Marilyn on my dad's side. She gave the boys "Thomas the Train" books, much to their delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVrr6pCsbI/AAAAAAAAA2A/O3Yify_ApfE/s1600-h/vacation+2009+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369816532929130930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVrr6pCsbI/AAAAAAAAA2A/O3Yify_ApfE/s400/vacation+2009+058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next we went to the Garden of the gods. The boys, and Calvin (yes, we are one of THOSE families who plan their vacation around where they can bring their dog...) loved hiking up the orange rocks, and the biggest bonus is that it wore them out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVzluvs1VI/AAAAAAAAA34/Clz2WRTsNVo/s1600-h/vacation+2009+136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369825222749640018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVzluvs1VI/AAAAAAAAA34/Clz2WRTsNVo/s400/vacation+2009+136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nate, Calvin and the boys at the Balanced Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVzlLCas9I/AAAAAAAAA3w/Ozasz-WBqBE/s1600-h/vacation+2009+133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369825213164467154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVzlLCas9I/AAAAAAAAA3w/Ozasz-WBqBE/s400/vacation+2009+133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we went to Helen Hunt Falls. I grew up going to this place and it is absolutely beautiful. The great thing is that it is not as well known and it's more of a local hang out rather than a tourist trap. The boys loved playing in the COLD stream and seeing the waterfall. Nate and I had brought all the hiking gear expecting to hike at least a little, but were quickly thrown back into reality that hiking with three under three is not the easiest, most practical, or wisest thing.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVrtQi8etI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/l2EooVeg20g/s1600-h/vacation+2009+118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369816555989007058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVrtQi8etI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/l2EooVeg20g/s400/vacation+2009+118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVrs_c3eLI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Jnr3n99M__M/s1600-h/vacation+2009+115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369816551400110258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVrs_c3eLI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Jnr3n99M__M/s400/vacation+2009+115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVrsbGxnvI/AAAAAAAAA2I/pyip1rIKgUE/s1600-h/vacation+2009+112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369816541643775730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVrsbGxnvI/AAAAAAAAA2I/pyip1rIKgUE/s400/vacation+2009+112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to this place called &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.becooldoright.com"&gt;Mr. Biggs&lt;/a&gt;, and let me tell you...this. place. is. COOL. Nate and I always dream about starting a place like this in Altus, but this place exceded our dreams by a long shot. In an old warehouse building, all under one roof, there is bowling, arcades, go-carts, laser tag, good food, bouncy castles, and soooo much more. And that is not even mentioning the Little Kids Town where we hung out with the boys. There are about 20 rooms for little kids, each one themed with plenty of props such as a propped up car with play tools where the boys can fix a car, a beauty shop with curling irons (without the cords) and curlers, the biggest sand box we've ever seen, and much more. We all had a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVxLv35bJI/AAAAAAAAA3o/AKvSl6gJRTI/s1600-h/vacation+2009+128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369822577352600722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVxLv35bJI/AAAAAAAAA3o/AKvSl6gJRTI/s400/vacation+2009+128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVvJxqardI/AAAAAAAAA24/P_h0qOkMgNk/s1600-h/vacation+2009+130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369820344449936850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVvJxqardI/AAAAAAAAA24/P_h0qOkMgNk/s400/vacation+2009+130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caleb waits on some very high maintenence clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVvJcuNqII/AAAAAAAAA2w/v-Wrl_j1uBI/s1600-h/vacation+2009+120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369820338828716162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVvJcuNqII/AAAAAAAAA2w/v-Wrl_j1uBI/s400/vacation+2009+120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVvIfS5bHI/AAAAAAAAA2g/2M-psDL6sGo/s1600-h/vacation+2009+123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369820322339581042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVvIfS5bHI/AAAAAAAAA2g/2M-psDL6sGo/s400/vacation+2009+123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVxKIsUAQI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/jKElTZoNXwc/s1600-h/vacation+2009+121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369822549655159042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVxKIsUAQI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/jKElTZoNXwc/s400/vacation+2009+121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was an awesome trip. So much fun and so many new memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-8878944246602135063?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8878944246602135063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=8878944246602135063&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/8878944246602135063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/8878944246602135063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacation-part-2.html' title='Vacation, Part 2'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SoVxLAjuUlI/AAAAAAAAA3g/faKKBMuhtio/s72-c/vacation+2009+146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-9045679234323267040</id><published>2009-08-06T22:45:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:43:33.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation, Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Snuroj12fwI/AAAAAAAAA0o/EJfItXLWcIo/s1600-h/vacation+2009+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367072094246305538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Snuroj12fwI/AAAAAAAAA0o/EJfItXLWcIo/s400/vacation+2009+062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We just made it back from our vacation to Colorado Springs. We had an absolute blast.!! It was really hard to leave. In the military, often times vacations are spent going to see immediate family, since you aren't stationed near them. For us, that means Kansas and Florida get most of our vacation time and dollars. Although we LOVE both Kansas and Florida, we wanted to go somewhere different this time and actually rest and spend time together as a family. Nate and I both have histories in Colorado Springs...Nate went to the Air Force Academy there and I have family there and have spent most of my childhood vacations there up until I got married. We've never been there together so we decided to go there and start building some memories there together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where to start...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always overpack for vacations, and since our family is growing, and we took our big dog with us, I tried really really hard to pack light and not to bring a lot of "what if this happens" items. Every time I've gone to Colorado in summer, I've always packed jeans and a sweatshirt "just in case" but have never used them...so I skipped them this time. Well, the first two days we were there the high was 55 degrees. Boy those sweatshirts would have come in handy. We went to the zoo with the boys in their pajamas because it was the only pants they had. We bundled them up pretty well though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SnuwRUMLzII/AAAAAAAAA1w/GTqBdYlGndY/s1600-h/vacation+2009+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367077192466156674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SnuwRUMLzII/AAAAAAAAA1w/GTqBdYlGndY/s400/vacation+2009+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         All three snug a boos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Snuo9Hj7AXI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Dhugrm-xSUc/s1600-h/vacation+2009+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367069148897280370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Snuo9Hj7AXI/AAAAAAAAA0A/Dhugrm-xSUc/s400/vacation+2009+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Cheyenne Mountain Zoo was awesome. It gives you a workout climbing up the mountains to see the animals though. You don't feel as guilty eating that funnel cake when you have to take an uphill hike to see the tigers. :) My dear friend, Jen, came down from Denver to meet us at the zoo. It was great to see her and her kiddos, plus she had extra children's coats, which we were thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Snuo9xWRFtI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/q3wNomPj1Oo/s1600-h/vacation+2009+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367069160114296530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Snuo9xWRFtI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/q3wNomPj1Oo/s400/vacation+2009+027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              The zoo with a veiw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Snuro9di7_I/AAAAAAAAA0w/XgAAkDd8gsM/s1600-h/vacation+2009+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367072101123682290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Snuro9di7_I/AAAAAAAAA0w/XgAAkDd8gsM/s400/vacation+2009+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Snuo-c9eiPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/HZ6PxQ-eV30/s1600-h/vacation+2009+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367069171821480178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Snuo-c9eiPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/HZ6PxQ-eV30/s400/vacation+2009+049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         My friend Jen and I with our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also visited Nate's old stomping grounds at the Academy. He was cool to see the place where he endured hundreds of hours of torture, er, I mean, training. Corban took an instant liking to the place where daddy learned to fly planes and said he wants to be a Cadet when he grows up too. Oh boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Snuo-renStI/AAAAAAAAA0g/IxO2JDVQgj0/s1600-h/vacation+2009+101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367069175718562514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Snuo-renStI/AAAAAAAAA0g/IxO2JDVQgj0/s400/vacation+2009+101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The United States Air Force Academy Chapel with Nate on stroller duty (I had stroller duty on the downhill climb ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next stop, Focus on the Family. Our boys loved playing here, and Nate and I are all about free fun. Although once we got to the bookstore, the "free" part stopped. Being the book-a-holics that we are, we spent a pretty penny there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Snusrv5kK8I/AAAAAAAAA1g/Ismi-vgQC5o/s1600-h/vacation+2009+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367073248534342594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Snusrv5kK8I/AAAAAAAAA1g/Ismi-vgQC5o/s400/vacation+2009+085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Corban and Caleb put on a show for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SnusrV1w-uI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/VX2BrjIBqvY/s1600-h/vacation+2009+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367073241539082978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SnusrV1w-uI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/VX2BrjIBqvY/s400/vacation+2009+067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love it! Can you tell how thrilled Nate is to put his face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the cut out of a boy with a dog bone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Snusq6h0arI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/XK4_CN1GrEc/s1600-h/vacation+2009+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367073234207664818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Snusq6h0arI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/XK4_CN1GrEc/s400/vacation+2009+086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SnuwCjPCBXI/AAAAAAAAA1o/WvQMTO8WgQw/s1600-h/vacation+2009+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367076938806592882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SnuwCjPCBXI/AAAAAAAAA1o/WvQMTO8WgQw/s400/vacation+2009+073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SnurqO5vyEI/AAAAAAAAA1I/nBxgYRLNPIM/s1600-h/vacation+2009+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367072122985236546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SnurqO5vyEI/AAAAAAAAA1I/nBxgYRLNPIM/s400/vacation+2009+077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   Another clap and dance and run around the stage show.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be continued...&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/3918592964663637150-9045679234323267040?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9045679234323267040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=9045679234323267040&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/9045679234323267040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/9045679234323267040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacation-part-1.html' title='Vacation, Part 1'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Snuroj12fwI/AAAAAAAAA0o/EJfItXLWcIo/s72-c/vacation+2009+062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-5036400818158829783</id><published>2009-07-23T15:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:42:31.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth In Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Everyone always posts the good pictures from a photo shoot. Here is a peek inside a real photo shoot involving three Tolle boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SmjJSEyum0I/AAAAAAAAAzo/ipEzvGsf2Mc/s1600-h/0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361756668745915202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SmjJSEyum0I/AAAAAAAAAzo/ipEzvGsf2Mc/s400/0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caleb, I know it's naptime, but work with me here please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SmjJR2QfEkI/AAAAAAAAAzg/22RqKSiiuQU/s1600-h/0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361756664844194370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SmjJR2QfEkI/AAAAAAAAAzg/22RqKSiiuQU/s400/0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feet down Corban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SmjJRg35IJI/AAAAAAAAAzY/7LM4Jsis7Jc/s1600-h/0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361756659103899794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SmjJRg35IJI/AAAAAAAAAzY/7LM4Jsis7Jc/s400/0017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit down Corban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SmjJRbdU9iI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/E3CtnF-dXqY/s1600-h/0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361756657650300450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SmjJRbdU9iI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/E3CtnF-dXqY/s400/0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why the photographer kept asking two toddlers "Where's my nose?" is beyond me, of course they are going to point!  And do you really think I'm gonna trust my two year old to hold my two month old?  I don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SmjJRLVwFsI/AAAAAAAAAzI/jJxE-zxCUoc/s1600-h/0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361756653323556546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SmjJRLVwFsI/AAAAAAAAAzI/jJxE-zxCUoc/s400/0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone is in their own private dream land apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled on this one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SmjJxH_10NI/AAAAAAAAAzw/bWhn77ClpLA/s1600-h/0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361757202182164690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SmjJxH_10NI/AAAAAAAAAzw/bWhn77ClpLA/s400/0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say, we all needed a nap afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More posts to come... I lost the cable for my camera (AGAIN!) but have a new one so hopefully we'll be back in business.  A garage sale this weekend, and then a vacation to Colorado next week means busy times here, but I'll try my best to catch you up on the past month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-5036400818158829783?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5036400818158829783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=5036400818158829783&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/5036400818158829783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/5036400818158829783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/truth-in-pictures.html' title='The Truth In Pictures'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SmjJSEyum0I/AAAAAAAAAzo/ipEzvGsf2Mc/s72-c/0052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-3833582076806981124</id><published>2009-06-07T21:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:12:48.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Grandparents</title><content type='html'>Here's Canaan loving his mobile...  he starts screaming the second it turns off, but I spared you that part. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b51f8a43e7879402" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db51f8a43e7879402%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331418860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D624EBCFD21317744D808F012E5A468E0DF7E343.85B6A9784F1C5D7C3F3461258508A7E12446FE70%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db51f8a43e7879402%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_B6_aXQSTNDzoK9z53mL4hMbzwM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-7871758915711956571</id><published>2009-06-07T20:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:52:15.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Six3I77gNNI/AAAAAAAAAxg/L30wGS9HbIk/s1600-h/100_1799_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344777853191861458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Six3I77gNNI/AAAAAAAAAxg/L30wGS9HbIk/s400/100_1799_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One month old!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stop apologizing for not blogging often, because it will probably be hit and miss for awhile. Life is so busy in the throws of motherhood. When there is actually a 15 minute slot where everyone is content and happy, call me crazy, but little things like showering and eating and Facebook draw my attention much more than blogging, though I do miss writing and reading other people's blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canaan turned one month old this week. I think we are all pretty well adjusting to the new kid on the block. I even get out of the house with all three of them several times a week. However, this is not an easy feat...I love and adore my children but everywhere I go, I'm usually struggling to juggle keeping all of them within arm's reach. People give me looks of pity and usually say something like, "Wow, honey, you sure got your hands full!" (Duh!), "Wow, I'm gonna pray for you, cuz you are sure gonna need it!" (Thank you very much, I'll take all the prayer I can get!) and "Wow, your kids are really close in age." I don't mind the looks, the well meaning comments, and all the stories complete strangers love to tell about how many kids they had and how they managed to live through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do mind the fact that people would pity me though. It makes me soooo sad that in general people view children as burdens instead of blessings. I hate that I would look frazzled and unorganized enough for people to feel sorry for me. It kind of makes me not want to go out in public, not because it's hard with three under three, but because I don't want to give the world a negative view of having more than 2.3 children, let alone having them in two and a half years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all we are making it, and for the most part, just loving life. We've been in Altus for a year this past week and there was something about the one year mark that made this place feel more like "home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of life the past couple of weeks... Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Six1aa0oEBI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/BHbdacXba4c/s1600-h/100_1848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344775954519035922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Six1aa0oEBI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/BHbdacXba4c/s400/100_1848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Canaan Tripp, four weeks old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Six1aHWSOaI/AAAAAAAAAxI/F3rI58Zz5hY/s1600-h/100_1796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344775949291501986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Six1aHWSOaI/AAAAAAAAAxI/F3rI58Zz5hY/s400/100_1796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our squadron picnic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Six1Z6QBsQI/AAAAAAAAAxA/8Em0fZd-OFU/s1600-h/100_1795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344775945775591682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Six1Z6QBsQI/AAAAAAAAAxA/8Em0fZd-OFU/s400/100_1795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How could you say "no" to this puppy dog face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Six1ZummeyI/AAAAAAAAAw4/FL0nn8Bhux8/s1600-h/100_1779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344775942649051938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Six1ZummeyI/AAAAAAAAAw4/FL0nn8Bhux8/s400/100_1779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why, yes, those are buffalo in the background!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Six3cWNYakI/AAAAAAAAAxo/smrOyAyPolI/s1600-h/100_1807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344778186663684674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Six3cWNYakI/AAAAAAAAAxo/smrOyAyPolI/s400/100_1807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After literally 30 picture takes, this is the best one we got. :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Six54uY9BGI/AAAAAAAAAx4/IQF2eVwtJuI/s1600-h/100_1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344780873214264418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Six54uY9BGI/AAAAAAAAAx4/IQF2eVwtJuI/s400/100_1852.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corban prayed for outdoor toys and boy did God answer his little prayers.  We literally went from having no outdoor toys to looking like we run a daycare in less than three weeks...I love garage sales and hand me downs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Six54UY2U2I/AAAAAAAAAxw/MiBfzb8dI1k/s1600-h/100_1851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344780866234504034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Six54UY2U2I/AAAAAAAAAxw/MiBfzb8dI1k/s400/100_1851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And a rainbow after the storm always reminds us that God keeps His covenant with us.  And their pretty!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-7871758915711956571?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7871758915711956571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=7871758915711956571&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/7871758915711956571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/7871758915711956571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Six3I77gNNI/AAAAAAAAAxg/L30wGS9HbIk/s72-c/100_1799_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-6261332321207480871</id><published>2009-05-21T20:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:17:45.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adjusting to Three under Three...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/ShYHJ6REzBI/AAAAAAAAAwI/58DttZvj-8s/s1600-h/100_1763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338462275135392786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/ShYHJ6REzBI/AAAAAAAAAwI/58DttZvj-8s/s400/100_1763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Canaan is two and a half weeks now. Nate went back to work last Thursday and Nate's mom ("Abuela" as she is affectionately called by my boys) left last Saturday.  And as life would have it, Corban's Mother's Day Out program ended last week as well for the summer.  So, I've been on my own during the dayshift all of this week with the children (read: monsters).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/ShYHKVEbzMI/AAAAAAAAAwY/UFVBAFEQgMc/s1600-h/100_1770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338462282330131650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/ShYHKVEbzMI/AAAAAAAAAwY/UFVBAFEQgMc/s400/100_1770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abuela and the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three under three is a breeze. I don't know what people were worried about... HA!  Just kidding!!  Three has been an adjustment for sure.  Nate and I had to go to Dallas over the weekend to get Canaan circumcized by a Rabbi (no offense to my medical friends...we just prefer the 10 second procedure over the 30 minute one...) and that was the first time we ventured out with all three of them by ourselves.  We took up two carts at Toys R Us.  TWO CARTS! Let me just remind you I can't push two carts by myself, so the chances of me leaving the house with all three of them by myself will be minimal for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys are all adjusting well for the most part.  Canaan is settling in for the long haul in the Tolle house.  All of our boys have had colic to a degree, and he carries on that tradition. Caleb and Corban love kissing him and Caleb does get jealous of him and we are trying to teach him to be gentle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am healing up slowly but surely.  I'm sooooo tired all the time and am getting tired of feeling homebound, but all in all things are going well.  Thankfully, the weather has been beautiful and we have spent a lot of time in the backyard.  And we are not living in complete filth yet, which is always a bonus. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/ShYHKNTsXcI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/FdITqvzrHw4/s1600-h/100_1769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338462280246648258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/ShYHKNTsXcI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/FdITqvzrHw4/s400/100_1769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corban has such an imagination and pretends to be a different cartoon character every day. Mostly he says that he is "Boots", Caleb is "Dora", Daddy is "Diego", Canaan is "Benny the Bull" and guess who Mommy gets to be?...the "Grumpy old Troll."  Nice.  Nate told him that he and Caleb are "two peas in a pod" and Corban said, "Yeah, we are two pees in the potty." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/ShYHKtVR9-I/AAAAAAAAAwg/AB7xO3Adgbw/s1600-h/100_1774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338462288843241442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/ShYHKtVR9-I/AAAAAAAAAwg/AB7xO3Adgbw/s400/100_1774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my boys!! Well, that's the update for now...I need to get some rest.&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/3918592964663637150-6261332321207480871?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6261332321207480871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=6261332321207480871&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/6261332321207480871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/6261332321207480871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2009/05/adjusting-to-three-under-three.html' title='Adjusting to Three under Three...'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/ShYHJ6REzBI/AAAAAAAAAwI/58DttZvj-8s/s72-c/100_1763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-1374758953593742308</id><published>2009-05-10T21:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:23:19.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Case You Haven't Heard...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Sgh5BN_LLNI/AAAAAAAAAvo/MeV81URzOyQ/s1600-h/canaanapril42009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334646820461817042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Sgh5BN_LLNI/AAAAAAAAAvo/MeV81URzOyQ/s400/canaanapril42009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Canaan Tripp Tolle was born on Monday, May 4th at 12:56 p.m. He weighed 8 lbs, 7 oz., and was 20 inches long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a Muppet Head for an anesthesiologist. First he tried a spinal block which only served to shoot stinging sharp pains down my left leg, to which I screamed and cried (bawled, actually) until they decided that it wasn't working and they decided to do an epidural (which I was much more comfortable with, since I've had three in my past). But the Muppet only was able to numb my right side this time. The doctor started to cut into me and I said "I can feel that!" and they told me that they were only through the second layer and so they would have to knock me completely out. They next thing I said was "can someone let my husband know..." and then I blacked out completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next thing I remember is waking up (barely) and there is stone silence as I'm being rolled down the hall. I asked through my grogginess, "Do I have a baby?" but was so scared that something went wrong during the delivery. The nurse replied, "Yes, he's with his daddy" and I was so relieved that I blacked out again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I woke up in the recovery room, I was so loopy and out of it that I don't remember much, but I met my beautiful baby boy who sported a full head of brown hair, and resembled his brothers in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Sgh5BSQJZYI/AAAAAAAAAvw/5f1NDCiTnU0/s1600-h/100_1664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334646821606745474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Sgh5BSQJZYI/AAAAAAAAAvw/5f1NDCiTnU0/s400/100_1664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I must say that this has been my hardest recovery yet. Note: 3 cesarean sections in two and a half years is NOT recommended. I'm just now starting to be able to get out of bed without excruciating pain. But of course it's all worth it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Sgh5Bi2y40I/AAAAAAAAAv4/bz-jNbheYto/s1600-h/100_1670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334646826063815490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Sgh5Bi2y40I/AAAAAAAAAv4/bz-jNbheYto/s400/100_1670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you are wondering about Canaan's name... "Canaan" was the Promised Land in the Bible, and literally means "Humble". "Tripp" means "the third" and is also the namesake of one of our favorite authors...we thought it appropriate since he is our third son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both boys are adjusting well to their new baby brother. Caleb is so curious about his baby and Corban is eager to try and help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SgeabEDcrUI/AAAAAAAAAvg/tZWTFm9byhI/s1600-h/100_1731_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334402073378991426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SgeabEDcrUI/AAAAAAAAAvg/tZWTFm9byhI/s400/100_1731_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nate's mom is here to help with the transition, which has been a blessing. I'm dreading next Monday when I am all on my own with this three active boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been sooooo blessed by our military family here and our church family in Lawton. My friends here threw me a shower where they showered us with tons of diapers and frozen meals (which was a GREAT idea!) and our church gave us a shower with sweet handmade gifts and a generous cash gift that helped us get some much needed outdoor toys that all the boys will enjoy. We were again humbled by how God has greatly provided us all of our needs and even some of our wants! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you all for sharing in our joy. I am so blessed to be the mother of these sweet boys. I'm just sad it all goes so fast. Here is a little part of one of Nate and I's favorite poems:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Settle down cobwebs, dust go to sleep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm rocking my baby, 'cause babies don't keep"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nate and I often remind each other that "Babies don't keep" as we truely try to enjoy each moment with our boys. I know that the next few years are going to be crazy, busy, and chaotic with three under three, but I don't want to wish this season away, I want to cherish each moment, because it goes too fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I have a newborn who's crying, so I guess I better sign off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/3918592964663637150-1374758953593742308?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1374758953593742308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=1374758953593742308&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/1374758953593742308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/1374758953593742308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-case-you-havent-heard.html' title='In Case You Haven&apos;t Heard...'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Sgh5BN_LLNI/AAAAAAAAAvo/MeV81URzOyQ/s72-c/canaanapril42009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-5190977194207338735</id><published>2009-05-03T21:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:45:54.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twas the Night Before Canaan...</title><content type='html'>So in about twelve hours from when I write this, I will be heading out to meet my third baby boy...I am so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corban was 9 lbs. 4 oz.s two weeks early, Caleb was 7 lbs. 2 oz. two weeks early, so my guess is that Canaan will fall right in the middle at 8 lbs. 3 oz.  I have a red head, a blondie, and would LOVE it if the dominant Hispanic genes on both Nate and I's side will step up to the plate and give us a dark haired baby.  Both of my boys so far have been born bald and have stayed bald their entire first year, so if Canaan is born with a head full of hair, that would make my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course we will love him no matter what he looks like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we will try to update you all and post pictures as soon as reasonably possible.  We are so excited to meet our newest little blessing.  If you think about it, please pray for us in the upcoming days...we're gonna need it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-5190977194207338735?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5190977194207338735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=5190977194207338735&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/5190977194207338735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/5190977194207338735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2009/05/twas-night-before-canaan.html' title='Twas the Night Before Canaan...'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-8644765606305071084</id><published>2009-04-20T20:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:16:49.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Weeks To Go!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Se0qtnm37RI/AAAAAAAAAu4/HR3VX9Hyg80/s1600-h/100_1616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326960897463676178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Se0qtnm37RI/AAAAAAAAAu4/HR3VX9Hyg80/s400/100_1616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two weeks to go!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Or less, but shhhh....we are not hoping for that. (Babies are much easier to care for when they are contained...;) Our calendar has something on it every single day until the Big Day, which is scheduled for Monday, May 4th. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so relieved to have Nate's sweet Mama coming out on the 30th from Florida to help out with our bambinos while I am recovering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week I am dedicating my life to a Children's Consignment Sale in Lawton. If you volunteer three hours or more you get to shop before it opens to the public. My only motivation is the hope of finding some outdoor toys for my boys (i.e. plastic playhouse, picnic table, basketball goal, climbing cube, slide, etc.) Now that we have a dog and are attempting a garden, we need something for our boys to play with outdoors. And holy cow, new outdoor toys are ridiculously expensive...to the point where Nate again declares that we are in the wrong business. I mean seriously, how Fisher Price and Little Tikes can charge hundreds of dollars for a few pieces of neon plastic that fade in the sun within months is just pure robbery. But I digress. So, think of me volunteering my 9 month preggo self on Thursday all for (Lord-willing) a few long sought after outdoor toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week we are heading to Oklahoma City for a couple of days for some doctor appts. for the boys. This will be my last chance for some shopping in civilization before Canaan's arrival. Target and Babies R Us, here we come! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been incredibly blessed by those around us lately, and feel like we have some sense of a support system here now, which is a huge blessing. Nesting has begun in full force and I am literally working my tail off sun up to sun down trying to get our house in order to run smoothly for at least two months post baby. There are many more projects to do, but the essentials are done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please pray for us these next couple of weeks, if we come to mind.  There are so many unknowns and details to work out.  Being an hour away from the hospital brings extra work and planning, and I have been having a lot of anxiety.  I am getting so excited for the snuggly newborn stage though and can't wait to meet the newest Tolle.  We'll keep you posted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Se0quLHVIRI/AAAAAAAAAvA/Erka_nEcw6A/s1600-h/100_1615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326960906995048722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Se0quLHVIRI/AAAAAAAAAvA/Erka_nEcw6A/s400/100_1615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-8644765606305071084?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8644765606305071084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=8644765606305071084&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/8644765606305071084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/8644765606305071084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-weeks-to-go.html' title='Two Weeks To Go!!'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Se0qtnm37RI/AAAAAAAAAu4/HR3VX9Hyg80/s72-c/100_1616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-5535670624137477961</id><published>2009-04-20T20:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:46:36.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scoot N' Skate</title><content type='html'>Our town has this new activity for toddlers called "Scoot N' Skate" where they can bring a ride on toy and have free reign of the local skating rink. And boy do my kids love it. Worth every penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, Corban is wearing big boy skates. Where does the time go, I wonder.  Thankfully, the wheels were so tight that he pretty much just walked in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Se0kq3atxkI/AAAAAAAAAuw/GhqcNiky62Y/s1600-h/100_1591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326954253098272322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Se0kq3atxkI/AAAAAAAAAuw/GhqcNiky62Y/s400/100_1591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Se0kq-edz_I/AAAAAAAAAuo/DGsAEswwVDA/s1600-h/100_1593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326954254993051634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Se0kq-edz_I/AAAAAAAAAuo/DGsAEswwVDA/s400/100_1593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Se0kqhdKR1I/AAAAAAAAAug/D27iHMzo3E0/s1600-h/100_1595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326954247202948946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Se0kqhdKR1I/AAAAAAAAAug/D27iHMzo3E0/s400/100_1595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-5535670624137477961?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5535670624137477961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=5535670624137477961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/5535670624137477961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/5535670624137477961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/scoot-n-skate.html' title='Scoot N&apos; Skate'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Se0kq3atxkI/AAAAAAAAAuw/GhqcNiky62Y/s72-c/100_1591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-2227346332347811386</id><published>2009-04-20T20:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:37:42.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Se0ivDNRUkI/AAAAAAAAAuY/hbX8R7qg62g/s1600-h/100_1560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326952125959328322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Se0ivDNRUkI/AAAAAAAAAuY/hbX8R7qg62g/s400/100_1560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Se0iuyRnraI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/m6PEJN094FU/s1600-h/100_1573_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326952121414167970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Se0iuyRnraI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/m6PEJN094FU/s400/100_1573_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Se0iusOp1PI/AAAAAAAAAuI/CFKBe3bkSgQ/s1600-h/100_1571_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326952119791113458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Se0iusOp1PI/AAAAAAAAAuI/CFKBe3bkSgQ/s400/100_1571_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Se0iuZHw4PI/AAAAAAAAAuA/hMAY0Na1Gs0/s1600-h/100_1589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326952114661941490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Se0iuZHw4PI/AAAAAAAAAuA/hMAY0Na1Gs0/s400/100_1589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Se0iuLrUzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/tMrT0xGbHCM/s1600-h/100_1585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326952111053000482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Se0iuLrUzyI/AAAAAAAAAt4/tMrT0xGbHCM/s400/100_1585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-2227346332347811386?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2227346332347811386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=2227346332347811386&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/2227346332347811386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/2227346332347811386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-sunday.html' title='Easter Sunday'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/Se0ivDNRUkI/AAAAAAAAAuY/hbX8R7qg62g/s72-c/100_1560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-2463291334655016947</id><published>2009-04-07T13:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:37:21.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Mornings</title><content type='html'>Our family drives an hour to church each week (because it's the only reformed church in a bazillion mile radius, but that's another story) and after the hour drive (which our kids are perfect for) they have all this energy to burn.  So we try to arrive 20-30 minutes early so they can burn some of their all boy energy before being expected to sit still and quiet in the sancturary for two hours (a feat we have yet to accomplish, but again, that's another story.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here are our cherubs this past Sunday...it's funny because there are some toys in this nursery that have dates on them circa 1963-1985...it brings Nate and I back to the good ol' days every Sunday morning.  Caleb has been trying to conquer the slide on his own for the past several months and has finally accomplished it, much to his jubilation.   Can you believe this little man will be a brother in 4 weeks or less??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-438defc14017922d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D438defc14017922d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331418860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E243782BC17B8A53F8D0CEEA822215A992AE9E6.33CE24D46FC8DB1D399680C6C1CDBEC81474EFC3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D438defc14017922d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbWI1VBP3BSDKN1FSajV6ap8xurY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D438defc14017922d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331418860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E243782BC17B8A53F8D0CEEA822215A992AE9E6.33CE24D46FC8DB1D399680C6C1CDBEC81474EFC3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D438defc14017922d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbWI1VBP3BSDKN1FSajV6ap8xurY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-2463291334655016947?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=438defc14017922d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2463291334655016947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=2463291334655016947&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/2463291334655016947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/2463291334655016947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-mornings.html' title='Sunday Mornings'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-5345567391212900775</id><published>2009-04-05T20:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:21:59.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival Craziness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SdlkD6l0dRI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/QCzF-efKefQ/s1600-h/100_1540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321394453145220370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SdlkD6l0dRI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/QCzF-efKefQ/s400/100_1540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a carnival come to town this weekend. That's a really smart move on the part of the carnival company...bringing something to do to a town with nothing...I'm sure they made a killing off of all of us. Not that anything that sets up over twenty rides in half a day is extremely safe or reliable, but what can I say, the Tolle's were desperate. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SdlkD8M-_gI/AAAAAAAAAtI/MNJANuaY9kU/s1600-h/100_1537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321394453577924098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SdlkD8M-_gI/AAAAAAAAAtI/MNJANuaY9kU/s400/100_1537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corban had an absolute blast. He rode his first little roller coaster...all by himself! After about six times around I asked the carnie to stop it because Corban was looking a little green and scared.  When he got off I asked him if he was a little scared and he said, "No, no mommy, I NOT scared!!  I go on da roarer coasta again!!" What a big boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SdlkDuEnmjI/AAAAAAAAAtA/keyKVqIgDdU/s1600-h/100_1530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321394449784740402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SdlkDuEnmjI/AAAAAAAAAtA/keyKVqIgDdU/s400/100_1530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caleb was over stimulated from the start and couldn't even handle the merry-go-round, which seems to be right in line with his cantankerous personality. But I still love him to itty-bitty pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SdlkDErq0CI/AAAAAAAAAsw/MCuk_Xez1EI/s1600-h/100_1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321394438674239522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SdlkDErq0CI/AAAAAAAAAsw/MCuk_Xez1EI/s400/100_1524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caleb did however, enjoy his first funnel cake.  He literally gobbled half of it down and the rest of us split the other half. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SdllzJh_1qI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Tt_NVY_U2UU/s1600-h/100_1533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321396364121200290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SdllzJh_1qI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Tt_NVY_U2UU/s400/100_1533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SdlkDd6ZmTI/AAAAAAAAAs4/GaDoZVJNwlk/s1600-h/100_1543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321394445446912306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SdlkDd6ZmTI/AAAAAAAAAs4/GaDoZVJNwlk/s400/100_1543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a fun time!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-5345567391212900775?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5345567391212900775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=5345567391212900775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/5345567391212900775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/5345567391212900775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/carnival-craziness.html' title='Carnival Craziness...'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SdlkD6l0dRI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/QCzF-efKefQ/s72-c/100_1540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-4880581954625786008</id><published>2009-03-31T22:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:54:17.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Newest Family Member...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SdlfwPqjWhI/AAAAAAAAAsg/U3AZ3u727Zk/s1600-h/100_1493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321389717158320658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SdlfwPqjWhI/AAAAAAAAAsg/U3AZ3u727Zk/s400/100_1493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh boy, it's been awhile. In my last blogging hiatus, I mentioned life not being busy or intersting enough to blog about, but this blogging hiatus is due to quite the opposite. We've been busy! And I've been wiped out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The newest member in our family is our dog, Calvin. We've had him for a couple of weeks now and he is pretty precious. Had I written this post prior to Sunday, I could have said that he completely loves the boys and is 100% gentle with them despite them racing their cars down his back, Caleb pulling his hair, and Corban thinking he is a horse. But, unfortunately, Sunday evening the boys were playing in the other room and we heard a growl and a scream and Caleb got his nose bitten and now sports a big scratch on his face. According to Corban, Caleb bit the dog first and then "Talvin ate Taleb". Who knows, but it served a reminder to us that no matter how sweet the dog is, in the end it still is a DOG and we shouldn't leave an animal alone with our babies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SdlfvsNc2nI/AAAAAAAAAsY/vxNfV0oMAXk/s1600-h/100_1501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321389707641018994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SdlfvsNc2nI/AAAAAAAAAsY/vxNfV0oMAXk/s400/100_1501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone who has ever had a discussion with Nate about pets, has heard his mantra of "People inside, animals outside." Every discussion we've ever had about getting a pet ended with this reasoning. So, a few weeks back I was in Lawton and saw these puppies for sale that were way too precious. They were Austrailian Shepherd mixes and so I came home and told Nate about them and we researched the important things that a) they are good with children and b) they are outdoor dogs. So when we went back to get a puppy, they were all gone and we were truly disappointed. I could have taken this as a sign that life is too busy right now to add a dog to the "Needs Love and Attention" list I have in my life, but those who know us know that we are gluttons for punishment and if our plate isn't completly full, we get bored. So... I "Craiglisted" our dog and found him in a town about an hour away. He had been abandoned twice, but the lady at the pound said that he was the sweetest of them all and her own children loved him to death. Plus he had been an outdoor dog at the pound for the past six months, so we thought he'd be a great match...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... guess who is NOT an outdoor dog and is sleeping on my leather couch!! And let's just say that I was not the "softie" in this situation. Mr. "People inside, Animals outside" has turned into quite the dog lover. We feel good about rescueing a dog from the pound and feel so blessed that he is generally good with our kids and is already housebroken, etc. A good deal all the way around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I've realized that it may not have been the wisest thing to name all of our children and the dog with "C" names. I go through the entire list before I get the right name with the right child (or animal.). Even though Canaan is not here yet, his name is thrown in there as well usually. And I've realized that even the dog is male, so I am truly, truly the queen of this house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SdlfwQuY2xI/AAAAAAAAAso/fPGxCleS5_8/s1600-h/100_1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321389717442845458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SdlfwQuY2xI/AAAAAAAAAso/fPGxCleS5_8/s400/100_1499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-4880581954625786008?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4880581954625786008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=4880581954625786008&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/4880581954625786008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/4880581954625786008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-newest-family-member.html' title='Our Newest Family Member...'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SdlfwPqjWhI/AAAAAAAAAsg/U3AZ3u727Zk/s72-c/100_1493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-144409535390962368</id><published>2009-02-28T17:04:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:26:01.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time To Grow Up!</title><content type='html'>I think Caleb just woke up this morning and decided this was the day he was going to start walking. Prior to today, he has taken one or two steps here and there...and then last week he took about eight for my friend Amy, and since then he has been on a walking strike. Nothing for over a week, not even a step or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all of the sudden this morning he decides it's time to walk. I just happened to be recording a video of the boys and then he just took off. Here is the video we were recording right before the magic happened (Nate doing some exercises with the boys):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-72c2bbfb9e81df7b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D72c2bbfb9e81df7b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331418860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D991D58F821880611DB84A4EA147734537C4A307.35BF86BC30D12C47F16F43136C0B687CB8AF7F7C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D72c2bbfb9e81df7b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTEEoMbxy0emyEbcdIQdQN8hngyg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D72c2bbfb9e81df7b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331418860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D991D58F821880611DB84A4EA147734537C4A307.35BF86BC30D12C47F16F43136C0B687CB8AF7F7C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D72c2bbfb9e81df7b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTEEoMbxy0emyEbcdIQdQN8hngyg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is Caleb twenty seconds later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a1269294c3d7e1b1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da1269294c3d7e1b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331418860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B1D0336F2D4FCB46AC6ED0965C4AE29CD6EBC7D.4A5E416D4C7C587372EC297DF0EB6BC675B539E8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da1269294c3d7e1b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSIUHQwfs_ZoEDor0-ScpTP0OVh0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da1269294c3d7e1b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331418860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B1D0336F2D4FCB46AC6ED0965C4AE29CD6EBC7D.4A5E416D4C7C587372EC297DF0EB6BC675B539E8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da1269294c3d7e1b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSIUHQwfs_ZoEDor0-ScpTP0OVh0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ever since he's been trying all day to walk. He can even get himself to the standing position from the ground without holding on to a table or shelf or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby is growing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think Corban decided that it was time to be potty-trained. I hadn't decided if I really wanted to undergo the challenge of potty training him before the baby came or not. Honestly, sometimes it is just easier to change a diaper, but Corban suddenly has the desire and the skill to be potty trained. We have a while to go, but he is definitely catching on and is a self starter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SargugacdGI/AAAAAAAAAqA/-dyjxiILy5c/s1600-h/100_1455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308302200389006434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SargugacdGI/AAAAAAAAAqA/-dyjxiILy5c/s400/100_1455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a sticker chart and everytime he fills up a line with stickers, he gets a special treat (usually in the form of sugar.) He is very motivated by stickers apparently as he takes off his pants several times a day and wants to go potty. Here's a video from his first day on the potty. He apparently caught on fast that potty time can double as reading time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9fb85bf4dd3cf83b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9fb85bf4dd3cf83b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331418860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C3E24E0FF96470DBC679DEA936A9FE11904D54B.84001212D016F5E089814349EE69A9CF32A878C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9fb85bf4dd3cf83b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2OeXt4HUTcW3gKZ_9_to_ehzFTs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9fb85bf4dd3cf83b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331418860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C3E24E0FF96470DBC679DEA936A9FE11904D54B.84001212D016F5E089814349EE69A9CF32A878C3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9fb85bf4dd3cf83b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2OeXt4HUTcW3gKZ_9_to_ehzFTs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-144409535390962368?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=72c2bbfb9e81df7b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9fb85bf4dd3cf83b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a1269294c3d7e1b1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/144409535390962368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=144409535390962368&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/144409535390962368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/144409535390962368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-time-to-grow-up.html' title='It&apos;s Time To Grow Up!'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SargugacdGI/AAAAAAAAAqA/-dyjxiILy5c/s72-c/100_1455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-8112263273647235341</id><published>2009-02-06T20:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:56:54.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Flew Daddy's Airplane Mommy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I coordinate the Base Playgroup every Friday here. It's one of the few regular things that we have to look forward to each week that gets us out of the house and gives me a chance to talk with other grown up people. But the hardest thing about planning Playgroups are coming up with locations in a small town, without wearing them into the ground. Let's see, there's the two decent parks in town (weather permitting), McDonald's Playland (but by Friday most people have been there like twice already that week), the Base Gym where the kids can run and throw balls, and the Gymnastics Academy who graciously lets us use there building a couple times a month. So any ideas that are new and different are always welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends recently asked if there was any way that Nate could arrange it to let her son see one of the airplanes "up close.", since her husband works in the legal office and doesn't have access to the planes. I thought it was worth a shot and maybe Corban could come too since he has never really seen his daddy's plane either. All of the sudden, it was a light bulb moment for me. A new playgroup location was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo.... This really cute stud arranged it so the playgroup could take a tour of the KC-135 yesterday. UnfortuNATEly, that handsome pilot was not able to be there for the event due to a last minute scheduling conflict. Everyone had a blast though. A bus came to pick us up and drive us out to the plane (and for 90% of the kids, I think the bus ride was 90% of the fun!) Corban absolutely loved it and was so excited that he got to sit in the pilot's seat and "fly da airpane."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYz5aLKtsFI/AAAAAAAAAow/DjCxculyKfc/s1600-h/100_1420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299885089577873490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYz5aLKtsFI/AAAAAAAAAow/DjCxculyKfc/s400/100_1420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SY5UMA7osnI/AAAAAAAAAo4/SX86aNeV2hM/s1600-h/100_1424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300266376846946930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SY5UMA7osnI/AAAAAAAAAo4/SX86aNeV2hM/s400/100_1424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corban and his friends got full control over the cockpit. I really really hope they didn't mess anything up too bad, because they were sure pushing a lot of buttons. There are safety checks before they take off, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYz5Z-8LW1I/AAAAAAAAAoo/OoAaUtMmuXU/s1600-h/100_1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299885086295677778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYz5Z-8LW1I/AAAAAAAAAoo/OoAaUtMmuXU/s400/100_1434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corban talked all day about how the tires were bigger than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYz5Zpdn_0I/AAAAAAAAAog/8JuMu6aDsc0/s1600-h/100_1408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299885080530386754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYz5Zpdn_0I/AAAAAAAAAog/8JuMu6aDsc0/s400/100_1408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corban and friends checking out the "boom pad" aka where the boom operator moves the doo-hickey into the other plane and passes gas (I know, technical speak!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYz5ZMD8wUI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/RCQPkml2fN4/s1600-h/100_1402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299885072638067010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYz5ZMD8wUI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/RCQPkml2fN4/s400/100_1402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corban, Eliana, and Autumn in their flight suits. Notice Corban's snowboots in the 70 degree weather. He wouldn't leave the house without some "flight boots like daddy's." I had to improvise. I'm surprised he didn't throw a fit when Eliana got to wear an actual flight cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYz5ZfKLBjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/ugD2xeMC3UQ/s1600-h/100_1441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299885077764441650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYz5ZfKLBjI/AAAAAAAAAoY/ugD2xeMC3UQ/s400/100_1441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole gang, minus Corban, who snuck off BY HIMSELF back onto the bus and was waiting for everyone. He gave me a heart attack when I couldn't find him...you'd think the bus driver would have noticed a two year old boy getting on the bus all alone. Oh well, I'm just sooo happy he wasn't lost on the flight line, in the plane or run over by the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fun morning, but wore me out! All three of us took long naps that afternoon. And Corban is STILL talking about how he flew Daddy's airplane. And the big tires. And the bus.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-8112263273647235341?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8112263273647235341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=8112263273647235341&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/8112263273647235341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/8112263273647235341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-flew-daddys-airplane-mommy.html' title='I Flew Daddy&apos;s Airplane Mommy!!'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYz5aLKtsFI/AAAAAAAAAow/DjCxculyKfc/s72-c/100_1420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-1231957385301693613</id><published>2009-02-06T20:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:35:38.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Minutes Of Peace and Quiet.  And then...</title><content type='html'>On nights that Nate is home, he always blesses me by giving the boys a bath and giving me 15-20 minutes of peace and quiet all to my own self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that small time allotment is done, I hear a chorus of boys yelling for "Mama!!"...my signal it's time to come help with the bedtime routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for fun, I taped this nightly tradition. I absolutely love Caleb's expression in this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love love love my boys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cf76d78726a96542" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcf76d78726a96542%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331418860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74F0C8023B44A7C5DF14AFF246B8209800FFD7C5.401B9CE3DA53864A9EE6418A949A64041492DBB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcf76d78726a96542%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9AtztzN4BHH8QCyEmqm608oSpKw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcf76d78726a96542%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331418860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74F0C8023B44A7C5DF14AFF246B8209800FFD7C5.401B9CE3DA53864A9EE6418A949A64041492DBB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcf76d78726a96542%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9AtztzN4BHH8QCyEmqm608oSpKw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-1231957385301693613?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cf76d78726a96542&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1231957385301693613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=1231957385301693613&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/1231957385301693613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/1231957385301693613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/15-minutes-of-peace-and-quiet-and-then.html' title='15 Minutes Of Peace and Quiet.  And then...'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-8745998366509088996</id><published>2009-02-04T20:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:58:06.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Caleb!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYpa5dnjZ4I/AAAAAAAAAng/5-F-fw3SDmo/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299147854804379522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYpa5dnjZ4I/AAAAAAAAAng/5-F-fw3SDmo/s400/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYpa5mSK5JI/AAAAAAAAAno/t2l1zs-4z_0/s1600-h/103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299147857130611858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYpa5mSK5JI/AAAAAAAAAno/t2l1zs-4z_0/s400/103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYpa42faaQI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/5R1agR19PHw/s1600-h/0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299147844301252866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYpa42faaQI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/5R1agR19PHw/s400/0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYpa5ANEsHI/AAAAAAAAAnY/1V0UqYdEpBY/s1600-h/IMG_9733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299147846908686450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYpa5ANEsHI/AAAAAAAAAnY/1V0UqYdEpBY/s400/IMG_9733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYpa5zQ2aII/AAAAAAAAAnw/6g9-3T7DTpI/s1600-h/December+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299147860614736002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYpa5zQ2aII/AAAAAAAAAnw/6g9-3T7DTpI/s400/December+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYpczXGK3aI/AAAAAAAAAoI/LNq6pIsuDAo/s1600-h/100_1396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299149948997787042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYpczXGK3aI/AAAAAAAAAoI/LNq6pIsuDAo/s400/100_1396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caleb Asher joined our family a year ago today. It's been a long year and usually when kids turn one I think "Wow, it seems like s/he was born yesterday" but honestly it feels like he should be one already. It seems that he has just always been with us, I hardly remember life without the both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that throws me off is his size. Corban was a giant at one year old and Caleb- well most people in the store guess that he is about eight or nine months. He's a tiny little man, but lately he has been packing on the pounds, much to my relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Corban's first birthday, we had the whole big birthday bash...rented a moonwalk, had a BBQ and had way too many people over for the festivities. But when it came down to it, the party was for us, not for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Caleb, we skipped all the pomp and circumstance formalities and kept it on the extremely simple side. Do I feel guilty??? A little bit...but he doesn't know the difference right? He got a exactly two small presents (both which Corban claimed as "mine" instantly) and some chocolate cupcakes with sprinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYpczAyPpcI/AAAAAAAAAoA/JmfM95AShuE/s1600-h/100_1390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299149943008634306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYpczAyPpcI/AAAAAAAAAoA/JmfM95AShuE/s400/100_1390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did Corban. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYpcy87Y-gI/AAAAAAAAAn4/0zOIMy2JvwA/s1600-h/100_1391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299149941973252610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYpcy87Y-gI/AAAAAAAAAn4/0zOIMy2JvwA/s400/100_1391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb is just one of the best babies ever. He is such a blessing to us. He's just a totally different kid than Corban is and was at this age, and we are thankful for the uniqueness of both of them. Caleb thinks he's big and keeps up well with the big kids (Corban and his friends). He has his mama's temper and already the boys literally fight each other for toys. And Caleb can hold his own. This next video is of extremely poor quality and will probably be of no interest to anyone other than the grandparents (fair warning!) but it definitley shows that Caleb is able to defend himself when necessary.  (Ignore the fact that I laugh when Caleb smacks Corban...I really don't encourage violence and selfishness in this house...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1eb1c5395158fa15" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1eb1c5395158fa15%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331418860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E419ADEA7FEF74EF1F7F7A3A6A2D5950715BCA0.6390D8C9A0B7BA05BDB366F66A369087E94623A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1eb1c5395158fa15%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOIt_a6V7jBu6-WPJpBw8-HZietA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1eb1c5395158fa15%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331418860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E419ADEA7FEF74EF1F7F7A3A6A2D5950715BCA0.6390D8C9A0B7BA05BDB366F66A369087E94623A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1eb1c5395158fa15%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOIt_a6V7jBu6-WPJpBw8-HZietA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this little boy and am so thankful for one precious year with him. And pray for many many many more. &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/3918592964663637150-8745998366509088996?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1eb1c5395158fa15&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8745998366509088996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=8745998366509088996&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/8745998366509088996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/8745998366509088996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-caleb.html' title='Happy Birthday Caleb!!'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYpa5dnjZ4I/AAAAAAAAAng/5-F-fw3SDmo/s72-c/058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-6934169135139241188</id><published>2009-01-28T20:55:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:50:05.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unintentional Blogging Hiatus</title><content type='html'>So I haven't blogged much this month. Although I can't think of any super stellar reasons why not, here are a couple of reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) I don't want to be one of "those" blogs that document every single breath my boys take and expect the rest of the world to be as excited as I am. (i.e. Documenting every step of Caleb's transition from formula to cow's milk, daily progress on walking, every knew phrase Corban says...you know what I mean. And those in blog world know what kind of blog I am talking about :) But I admit, that's pretty much what I would have been posting if I had blogged. My life is just not that interesting on the computer screen (though I love it!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYJ-YR4nCLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/f3tuOsoZpns/s1600-h/100_1355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296935067323926706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYJ-YR4nCLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/f3tuOsoZpns/s400/100_1355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love these matching jackets!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) I had some computer issues for about a week and a half which is my biggest reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But since I haven't blogged in about 21 days, here are 21 highlights from the past few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Nate turned 30 (a.k.a. "OLD!", but of course when I turn 30 in December, the new definition of "OLD" will be 40. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Such a monumental occasion required a trip out of Altus. So we went to Kansas for a four day weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Nate and I got to go to the Cosmosphere &lt;em&gt;by ourselves&lt;/em&gt; and actually had time to read the markers in the Hall of Space Museum without having to change a diaper, find a snack, or wipe a nose. (Thanks Grammy!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYKBXLcAh0I/AAAAAAAAAms/sjZblPthQjM/s1600-h/cosmos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296938346948364098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYKBXLcAh0I/AAAAAAAAAms/sjZblPthQjM/s400/cosmos2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) We also got to go out to dinner and to a club to watch the game &lt;em&gt;by ourselves, &lt;/em&gt;which was also a treat. Nate picked a new (to us) restaurant, Savutes Italian Ristorante and the Stick and Rudder Club. The food was EXCELLENT. And the company couldn't be beat. (Thanks Grampa and Letta for watching the boys!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYKCcO4bDUI/AAAAAAAAAm0/yZONZ88H7To/s1600-h/savutes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296939533283822914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYKCcO4bDUI/AAAAAAAAAm0/yZONZ88H7To/s400/savutes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) My friend Amy and I learned how to make homemade tortillas from my friend Jen and am now convinced that's the only way to have a tortilla. And Nate completley agrees, so we are looking for a tortilla press on Ebay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYJ-YYYE9oI/AAAAAAAAAmM/bn42MsrZyDU/s1600-h/100_1361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296935069066524290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYJ-YYYE9oI/AAAAAAAAAmM/bn42MsrZyDU/s400/100_1361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) I took a sewing class from my friend Jen (same gal who taught me to make tortillas...what a gal!) and learned to sew a zipper on. And made two pillows in the process. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYJ-ZK9YBWI/AAAAAAAAAmk/-1cfjDsnNeo/s1600-h/100_1368_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296935082644735330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYJ-ZK9YBWI/AAAAAAAAAmk/-1cfjDsnNeo/s400/100_1368_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 7) Switched my OB/GYN care to Lawton (wahoo!), though now I have to drive an hour for my visits, bloodwork, etc. But worth the relief. I'd talked to three girls who all had c-sections in Altus and none of them had a good experience or is healing right...NO THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Had not one, but TWO, snow days. Which is funny because the total accumulation was 1/4 of an inch. Never would Wichita have closed schools for this much snow/ice, but alas, we get TWO days off for it, and I'm not complaining!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) I fell down the stairs and was out of commission for a full day (and am STILL sore, darn rotator cuff and tailbone!) but the baby seems fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) Corban's vocabulary grows by leaps and bounds every day. As do his strong opinions and bossiness. ("No, daddy, you not change my big bad poopies...Mommy do it!!" Um, yeah...I'm sure Nate had NOTHING to do with Corban deciding that only I can change him. :/)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) Caleb, at one week shy of one year, can say "Mama", "More", "Milk", "Uh oh", "Woof, Woof" "Bup up up" (as in an airplane goes up up up), and roar like a lion (which I will try to get on video...it's the cutest thing). Pure genius, I tell you! Here is a short video of him "woofing" like a dog if you listen closely. &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;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4b49090765032de9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b49090765032de9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331418860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4893F10A914C90D8540208E88DE6C151F29E9EFF.2DEECE3DF4D2924BF38B71AE2F2852840CCCB636%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b49090765032de9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZrendr2rCTmF-o0ArN0Upbf-Mi0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4b49090765032de9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331418860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4893F10A914C90D8540208E88DE6C151F29E9EFF.2DEECE3DF4D2924BF38B71AE2F2852840CCCB636%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4b49090765032de9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZrendr2rCTmF-o0ArN0Upbf-Mi0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Made &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Jennifers-Granola/Detail.aspx"&gt;homemade granola&lt;/a&gt;, aka "my new favorite cereal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Made homemade &lt;a href="http://www.moneysavingmom.com/money_saving_mom/2009/01/baking-day-part-5.html"&gt;Cranberry Orange bread&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Made homemade &lt;a href="http://amysfinerthings.com/mpm-youre-invited"&gt;Hot Cranberry Citrus drink&lt;/a&gt;, or "Hot Juice" as Corban calls it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Spent a lot of wasted time being uncontent and then realized how much energy it steals from me and recommitted to being joyful in all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Working on my goals. It's almost time for a review!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Started reading my Chronological Bible that Janet gave me (thanks, Janet!!) and am loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Trying to convince Corban that big boys go potty in the toilet, but not getting very far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Researching a new washer and dryer to purchase in the next month or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Trying to think of a middle name for Canaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;21) I got flowers from Nate "just because." I love that man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYJ-Y2sNpyI/AAAAAAAAAmc/HN94qqKY9qU/s1600-h/100_1363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296935077204043554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYJ-Y2sNpyI/AAAAAAAAAmc/HN94qqKY9qU/s400/100_1363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-6934169135139241188?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4b49090765032de9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6934169135139241188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=6934169135139241188&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/6934169135139241188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/6934169135139241188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/unintentional-blogging-hiatus.html' title='Unintentional Blogging Hiatus'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SYJ-YR4nCLI/AAAAAAAAAmE/f3tuOsoZpns/s72-c/100_1355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-2643045399823415011</id><published>2009-01-02T14:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:17:25.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year, A Fresh Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SV6ENY8xJWI/AAAAAAAAAjs/wWLjYg7jBjA/s1600-h/happy+new+year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286808378150036834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SV6ENY8xJWI/AAAAAAAAAjs/wWLjYg7jBjA/s320/happy+new+year.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Nate and I had our annual pow-wow last night where we write out the goals for the upcoming year. I love the New Year and I love having an anniversary on New Year's Eve. It just feels like a complete fresh start all the way around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have determined that this is our year to focus inward. Focus on building our family, ourselves, and our home. There will be other years where we can be involved in every Bible Study, every social outing, and minister to a ton of people outside our family, but this year our main focus is going to be on growing in our faith, our family, our health, our vision, and our needs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are some of our goals for 2009, broken up in sections, of course. :) We have a lot more under each category, but these are the ones that we will make public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spiritual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Read the entire Bible as a family. To be completley honost, we try to do this every year and just fall off the wagon somewhere in March. We've read Genesis and Matthew several times and never quite make it to Malacai or Revelation. We are gonna start in the middle this year though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Work with the boys on the catechism during breakfast time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Continue with family singing time at bed-time, but repeating songs each night so Corban can learn the words and sing along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Have personal quiet time in the mornings before the boys wake up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Educational&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Nate to start his Master's this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) For me to work with Corban for three hours a week, one-on-one on "school". (My plan is to do this the mornings he doesn't have Mother's Day Out during Caleb's morning nap.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) To potty-train Corban&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physical/Dietary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) To focus on eating right with moderate activity during this pregnancy with healthy weight gain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) For Nate and I to meet two times a week during lunch to workout on base, and to loose the baby weight from all three boys one day at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) To eat out only one time per week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Due to recent health problems, continue to cut out almost all sugar intake, processed foods, and make things from scratch instead of purchasing shortcuts from the store. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)Plan meals to avoid eating out and wasting food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) To take the time to look nice and take care of our "temple".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) To broaden our recipe horizons...especially in the area of vegetables and whole grains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Spend more time outside, no matter what the weather is like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entertainment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) To limit our TV watching and choose to read more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) If the T.V. &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; on, than be productive while watching it (i.e. fold clothes, plan menu, etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) To have at least one date per month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) To laugh every day (not a hard goal with little kids in the house)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Financial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) To remain out of debt (except for our house), tithe faithfully, and give sacrificially&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) To start funds for each of the boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Continue to max out our retirement funds and explore other investment options.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) To have our home 15 minutes from "company ready" at all times. We don't have to live spotlessly, I just don't like having heart attacks when the doorbell rings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) To follow simple, but flexible, routines for the boys and for cleaning that make life easier, not more stressful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) To find a cheap, used piano and relearn how to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Declutter every inch of our home of things we don't use, don't love, and/or don't need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Do SOMETHING to decorate our Master bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Be consistent about disciplining the boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) To be an encouragment and helpmeet to Nate, not a "constant dripping."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) To take time to scrapbook, journal, read, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) To keep in touch better with family and old friends...especially those without Facebook and the Internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, those are some of our goals. We plan to review them each month on our hour drive to church. We know that we can't change in our own strength and ask the Lord to give us strength to do His will and to bless our endeavors as we seek to glorify Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are some of your goals for the New Year?&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/3918592964663637150-2643045399823415011?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2643045399823415011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=2643045399823415011&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/2643045399823415011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/2643045399823415011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-fresh-start.html' title='A New Year, A Fresh Start'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SV6ENY8xJWI/AAAAAAAAAjs/wWLjYg7jBjA/s72-c/happy+new+year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-5313364792177632040</id><published>2008-12-31T09:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:00:05.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happiest Day of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SVuVRN5kmII/AAAAAAAAAjU/mKccjZwO2Ko/s1600-h/wedding1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285982710670858370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SVuVRN5kmII/AAAAAAAAAjU/mKccjZwO2Ko/s320/wedding1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe it's been three years!  On New Year's Eve of 2005, I had the honor and priviledge of becoming the wife of Nate Tolle.  All of my single days I anxiously anticipated meeting "the one" for me.  I prayed every night that God would bring him to me soon.   And then I met this cool new guy at church named Nate.  I knew from the moment we had our first coversation that this was the guy that &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; wanted for me.  And I prayed he was the one that God wanted for me too.  We pretty much met and married in nine months, which seemed fast to many, but we were convinced that "when you know, you know, so why wait?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always dreamed that marriage would be great, but friends, I never knew it could be THIS great.  Yes, marriage takes work and can be hard, but the rewards of having a life mate who loves you in spite of all your sinfulness and ugliness, the beauty of two people becoming one unit, the safety of knowing we can count on each other for anything, and the joy of living life together with a common purpose and mission is truly a beautiful and miraculous thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate and I have gone through a lot in three years of marriage. Sick family members, a teenage foster child, numerous deployments, a miscarriage, and a move just barely scratch the surface of trials we've faced. But every single one has brought us closer together. We've shared numerous joys together as well. Three children in three and a half years to name the biggest ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could write and write and write on this topic as it is one close to my heart and I feel very passionately about, but here is my main point.  Life together with Nate really is a wonderful life. He's my best friend, my rock, my confidante, and true soul mate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy third anniversary Nate! I love you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SVuVRvX5DBI/AAAAAAAAAjk/INK1K2-q-9k/s1600-h/wedding3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285982719656397842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SVuVRvX5DBI/AAAAAAAAAjk/INK1K2-q-9k/s320/wedding3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SVuVRLHKoSI/AAAAAAAAAjc/r7ipKeMTCiw/s1600-h/wedding2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285982709922570530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SVuVRLHKoSI/AAAAAAAAAjc/r7ipKeMTCiw/s320/wedding2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-5313364792177632040?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5313364792177632040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=5313364792177632040&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/5313364792177632040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/5313364792177632040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/happiest-day-of-my-life.html' title='The Happiest Day of My Life'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SVuVRN5kmII/AAAAAAAAAjU/mKccjZwO2Ko/s72-c/wedding1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-6723636986981829132</id><published>2008-12-30T09:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:28:02.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Sonogram</title><content type='html'>On the ceiling of the ultrasound room there were:&lt;br /&gt;52 heavily textured, large tiles on the ceiling,&lt;br /&gt;8 florecent lights (not turned on)&lt;br /&gt;3 dim round lights (turned on)&lt;br /&gt;2 fire sprinkliers,&lt;br /&gt;1 smoke detector, and&lt;br /&gt;1 heating vent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why would I know this in great detail???  Because apparently in Altus, your spouse can not come in the sonogram room and you are not allowed to see the sonogram screen until the exam is over (about 45 minutes later). So.... I waited and waited and waited as the sono tech did the exam with a stoic face...neither confirming or denying my fears that my baby has three arms, two heads, etc.   I obviously had nothing better to do than count the ceiling tiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after 45 minutes, they went and got Nate, and took five minutes to show us the baby's head, arms, and penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, you read that correctly. We are having a (third!) BOY!!!! I was RIGHT!!! The good thing is we don't need to buy a thing. We have everything (and then some) for a little boy. I am tired at the thought of three little boys running around here but excited that they will all be close in age and the best of friends (Lord willing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We praise God for this little life.  He seems to have all the appropriate number of body parts and is becoming very active, just like his brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your vote! I know several of you were rooting for a girl. Maybe someday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a tip to the many Altus mommies going in for their sonogram soon:  Bring a book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-6723636986981829132?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6723636986981829132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=6723636986981829132&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/6723636986981829132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/6723636986981829132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-sonogram.html' title='Our Sonogram'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-4598881222298577502</id><published>2008-12-28T19:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:20:01.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Morning Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SVgpaH_0lkI/AAAAAAAAAjE/emInQBZnlbM/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285019691519350338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SVgpaH_0lkI/AAAAAAAAAjE/emInQBZnlbM/s320/Christmas+2008+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nate helping Corban fly the kite he got in his stocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SVgpZpedsZI/AAAAAAAAAi8/RHey12U1xrw/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285019683326374290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SVgpZpedsZI/AAAAAAAAAi8/RHey12U1xrw/s320/Christmas+2008+076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caleb Asher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SVgpZVnxa0I/AAAAAAAAAi0/Fgrq1IA_iW4/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+086_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285019677996706626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SVgpZVnxa0I/AAAAAAAAAi0/Fgrq1IA_iW4/s320/Christmas+2008+086_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sweetest boys ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SVgm49eHKBI/AAAAAAAAAis/5LhVXpnSieA/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285016922734667794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SVgm49eHKBI/AAAAAAAAAis/5LhVXpnSieA/s320/Christmas+2008+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corban's train table.  He still is playing with it 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SVgm4bHY52I/AAAAAAAAAik/yKgEab2Yr4Q/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285016913512556386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SVgm4bHY52I/AAAAAAAAAik/yKgEab2Yr4Q/s320/Christmas+2008+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun with the stocking stuffers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SVgm3vVZP1I/AAAAAAAAAic/G1pDIzJG_Kw/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285016901760139090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SVgm3vVZP1I/AAAAAAAAAic/G1pDIzJG_Kw/s320/Christmas+2008+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um, sorry Caleb, those M &amp;amp; M's are for daddy.&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SVgm3Q4JOVI/AAAAAAAAAiU/NDRtI9-9_9c/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285016893584390482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SVgm3Q4JOVI/AAAAAAAAAiU/NDRtI9-9_9c/s320/Christmas+2008+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Babies first Christmas.&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SVgm3MRPVOI/AAAAAAAAAiM/sRjiYoioAUs/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285016892347471074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SVgm3MRPVOI/AAAAAAAAAiM/sRjiYoioAUs/s320/Christmas+2008+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corban drinking his hot cranberry drink.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-4598881222298577502?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4598881222298577502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=4598881222298577502&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/4598881222298577502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/4598881222298577502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-morning-part-2.html' title='Christmas Morning Part 2'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SVgpaH_0lkI/AAAAAAAAAjE/emInQBZnlbM/s72-c/Christmas+2008+074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-5471758938348783086</id><published>2008-12-28T16:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:55:37.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Morning Part 1</title><content type='html'>Well, hooray for me, I finally jumped into the 21st century and figured out how to post videos on here. Now you get to see even more of what really goes on in the Tolle house. And you'll probably get sick of our videos from here on out. Here are a couple of videos from Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first one is after we opened the stockings and Corban got a train in his. The boys were entertained for an hour with their stocking stuffers and so we decided to eat breakfast before diving into the presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6d4821fabc96eab6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6d4821fabc96eab6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331418860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28BC510DF87A44F745B6F263EF7D0ACA003A0C03.83CD0F49484E203B43A2E7D27ABAC200FE93EA90%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6d4821fabc96eab6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-JfBLCdn3L-0_QSmCkt_erla_Jk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6d4821fabc96eab6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331418860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28BC510DF87A44F745B6F263EF7D0ACA003A0C03.83CD0F49484E203B43A2E7D27ABAC200FE93EA90%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6d4821fabc96eab6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-JfBLCdn3L-0_QSmCkt_erla_Jk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This second video is of Corban after he discovered what was supposed to be the "Grand Finale Gift". Unfortunatley, he found it right after breakfast. Getting him to open any other presents was a huge, all morning chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-db00f8b105aa7aa6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb00f8b105aa7aa6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331418860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25EF6D2D90945246CF9F72F7A291DFEEC64ED638.76F2482533F45EC9DBDC1015B740430BC5C06D76%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb00f8b105aa7aa6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DljzzvlkACJ-FEwJTQf6AQfjKTKU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb00f8b105aa7aa6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331418860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D25EF6D2D90945246CF9F72F7A291DFEEC64ED638.76F2482533F45EC9DBDC1015B740430BC5C06D76%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb00f8b105aa7aa6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DljzzvlkACJ-FEwJTQf6AQfjKTKU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Christmas. Every second of the day was memorable and enjoyable. Why can't I put on that great of an attitude year round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a great day as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-5471758938348783086?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6d4821fabc96eab6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=db00f8b105aa7aa6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5471758938348783086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=5471758938348783086&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/5471758938348783086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/5471758938348783086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-morning-part-1.html' title='Christmas Morning Part 1'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-6701021244448717178</id><published>2008-12-24T22:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T22:27:27.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Christmas Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SVMLZudn9QI/AAAAAAAAAh8/bgXra4AHcdo/s1600-h/christmastree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283579324432643330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SVMLZudn9QI/AAAAAAAAAh8/bgXra4AHcdo/s320/christmastree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Family and Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; is for Caleb Asher, who joined the Tolle family on February 4th of this year. He is such a happy baby and brings much joy to our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; is for Home for the Holidays- It’s been so nice to have Nate home for the holidays this year, as he missed them all last year while deployed. We are looking forward to starting some family traditions with the boys that will hopefully be carried on for years to come. We also celebrate our third anniversary this month. It seems like yesterday and forever ago all at once…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R &lt;/span&gt;is for Relocation- We were so excited to find out where Uncle Sam was going to assign us after Wichita. Would it be Japan?…Alaska?…Florida?…maybe even England? What’s that Uncle Sam???… Altus, Oklahoma??? We were very surprised to move just four and a half hours southwest of Wichita, KS to a small, secluded town in Oklahoma. We are an hour and a half away from the nearest Target and an hour away from a Home Depot, Lowes, Hobby Lobby, and pretty much any other store besides Wal-Mart, which is by my definition, the “boondocks.” It was definitely not on the “Wish List” but, like all things, was ordained for us for this season of life. We are adjusting and even learning to enjoy life here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; is for Incredibly Blessed- We have been overwhelmed with our multitude of blessings this past year. We have everything we need and most of our wants. God continues to bless us with a great marriage, healthy boys, loving family, fun friends, and a host of other blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; is for Storm- Two days after closing on our house here in Altus, our town was hit by a tornado and our house had some major damage. Major as in $25,000 worth of damage. Not exactly the Oklahoma welcome we had been hoping for. On the bright side, our house now has all new carpet, paint, a new roof, a new air conditioner, a new wooden fence, and some other repairs that put some equity into the house. Although we literally have a bomb shelter/storm shelter in our back yard, we are hoping for a much calmer storm season come spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; is for Two! Corban turned two years old in September. He is definitely all boy and has fully entered the “Transportation Obsession Stage”. Planes, trains, and automobiles fill up his hours in some way or another. He is such a sweet spirited boy who is very curious about everything and is scared of absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; is for Making Altus Home- We have settled in pretty well into our new digs. We found a church about an hour away that we are members at. We are involved in a weekly playgroup on base that I help coordinate. Corban goes to Mother’s Day Out at a local church a couple days a week where he has a blast and I get our house clean. We are making some great friends and are just enjoying being together as a family. Life is much simpler here which in most cases, is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; is for Adventures in Traveling. We spent six weeks in Alabama in April and May while Nate went through training. While he worked his tail off, the rest of us got to have a blast exploring Montgomery and all it had to offer, make new friends, and play, play, play. We also got to go home to Wichita several times since being here and even got to make our annual trek out to Ft. Lauderdale last month to see Nate’s family. I have to say that our children are great travelers and I love our little mini-van, which makes travel with little ones a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; is for SURPISE! Not too long ago, we found out we were expecting Baby Tolle Numero Tres. S/he will join our family around the first part of May ’09. After this baby, we don’t know what the Lord has for us, but we have a passion to adopt. We’ll see in time what the Lord does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord richly bless you and keep you this Christmas season. He is so faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love and Merry Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;Nate, Audrey, Corban, and Caleb &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-6701021244448717178?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6701021244448717178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=6701021244448717178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/6701021244448717178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/6701021244448717178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-christmas-letter.html' title='Our Christmas Letter'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SVMLZudn9QI/AAAAAAAAAh8/bgXra4AHcdo/s72-c/christmastree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-7467474290211171351</id><published>2008-12-22T20:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:18:57.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's Gender Poll</title><content type='html'>I've added a poll to the sidebar where you can guess the baby's gender.  So take a guess!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-7467474290211171351?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7467474290211171351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=7467474290211171351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/7467474290211171351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/7467474290211171351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/babys-gender-poll.html' title='Baby&apos;s Gender Poll'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-326061866221424478</id><published>2008-12-22T11:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:14:13.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halfway There</title><content type='html'>Well, I hit the 20 week milestone this week signifying that I'm halfway through this pregnancy. Actually, since I will have a scheduled C-Section this time a couple of weeks early, that puts me well past the halfway point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to feel the baby move a little. Caleb and Corban were both very active by 20 weeks, so of course I think something is wrong when I barely feel anything by this point in this pregnancy. Nothing appears to be wrong, I just don't have the peaceful, easy feeling I had with the other two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still don't know what we are having. I could write several blog posts on the OB/GYN care in a small town, but I will try to keep my bitterness to myself and highlight a few minor points. First thing about it is that there is one, yes one, place that sees pregnant women in this town. There are three women doctors who alternate seeing patients and whichever one of them is on call is the one who delivers your baby, or sees you at your appointment, or whatever. So there is no consistent care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, they disagree among themselves. I went to the ER yesterday because I was so sore I could hardly walk. The doctor on call at the time said it was an infection and sent me home with an antibiotic. At my follow up appointment this morning with a different doctor, she told me "they send everyone home with an antibiotic. Stop taking it." So I ask, "Is there another reason that I am so sore then?" and she answers very sarcastically, "Well, you have been pregnant three times in a very short period of time, what do you expect?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else see how this can be frustrating? I mean I go to the doctor for care, not lectures, and I expect some sign that whatever doctor that is assigned to me for that particular moment has some sort of experience and expertise in the area. Not conflicting opinions by colleagues. None of the three doctors are known for a good, or even moderate bedside manner. In fact, from my experiences, they've been quite rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there is no one else to go to, so what's a girl to do? Nate and I are seriously praying about switching over to the care in Lawton. The only downside is that it's an hour away for appointments and when it comes time to deliver, it just makes it that much harder to be an hour away from home and the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, next Tuesday, the 30th, we finally find out what we are having. I'm still leaning towards a boy, but I've been wrong before. In fact, I was wrong both times. I thought both of these active boys were girls. Third times the charm. Either to be right, or to have a girl. Either way, I win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to freak out at the fact that in four months I will have three under three! There is so much that needs to happen before then. Nate and I have all sorts of plans and resolutions starting at the New Year to get this household ready for a baby in an orderly and peaceful fashion. I'll keep you posted as to how this actually turns out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-326061866221424478?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/326061866221424478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=326061866221424478&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/326061866221424478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/326061866221424478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/halfway-there-actually-probably-more.html' title='Halfway There'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-2691039847606105752</id><published>2008-12-16T09:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:50:02.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Chain Letter</title><content type='html'>Here is this years edition of the Christmas Chain Letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Any other time of the year it is gift bags, but for Christmas, only wrapping paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Real tree or Artificial? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I grew up with an artificial tree but have been brain-washed by my husband that a Real tree is the only way to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When do you put up the tree? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The day after Thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When do you take the tree down? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Typically, New Years Day, unless I'm just ready to "be done".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Do you like eggnog? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On rare occasions. I'd never buy it, but if it's served at a party or something, I'll usually try it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A plastic microphone. (Out of all the expensive gifts my parents sacrificed to get me, my favorite was the cheap dollar store plastic microphone. Hot pink as I recall...)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hardest person to buy for? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nate- he never thinks he needs anything. And really he doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Easiest person to buy for? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Corban-anything will make him happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Do you have a nativity scene? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, a Willow Tree one that I am still collecting peices for.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Mail or email Christmas cards? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ideally, snail mail. But at this rate, this year might have to be email cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acne Face Wash (if you don't know who gave this to me, than I'll spare him the embarrassment. ;))&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite Christmas Movie? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's a Wonderful Life and A Christmas Story&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Black Friday at 4:00 a.m.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Um...yeah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fudge, Toffee, Peanut butter balls.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Lights on the tree? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Of course, this year they are white twinkly ones.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Little Drummer Boy, Do you Hear What I Hear, O Come O Come Emmanuel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Stay home as a family.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer's? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Angel on the tree top or a star? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This year a really gaudy glittery star. However, I was born on Christmas Day and was sent home from the hospital with a red knit santa hat as a baby and my family has been known to stick that on top of the tree in years we were in a bind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We open one present Christmas Eve and the rest early early early Christmas morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Greedy people, Commercialism, Lawsuits over Nativity Scenes (Come on people...seriously???)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Favorite ornament theme or color? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No theme per say, just a delicate balance of making our tree "personal' without being total white trashy, and elegant enough without being cold. Most of our decorations are leftover from our wedding though (we were married New year's Eve.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite for Christmas dinner? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pizza or Mexican. I've never had either of these for Christmas dinner, but they are my favorite. I have on many occasions had Chinese food on Christmas because there is a place in my hometown that gives free birthday dinners on your birthday, and they were actually open on Christmas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. What do you put in stockings? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Toiletries, candy, items from the Dollar Tree, and a few fun items.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What do you want for Christmas this year? &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My boys to have a blast and to make some fun family memories. And for Nate to get me a little something that I didn't buy for myself and then say "it's from you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Now it's your turn to answer these questions on your blog!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And just for fun, here is a picture of our Christmas Tree this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUfNKiWKYuI/AAAAAAAAAhg/qtpKBwQHSdk/s1600-h/Christmas+pics+2008+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280414669017342690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUfNKiWKYuI/AAAAAAAAAhg/qtpKBwQHSdk/s320/Christmas+pics+2008+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-2691039847606105752?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2691039847606105752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=2691039847606105752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/2691039847606105752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/2691039847606105752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-chain-letter.html' title='Christmas Chain Letter'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUfNKiWKYuI/AAAAAAAAAhg/qtpKBwQHSdk/s72-c/Christmas+pics+2008+062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-6965350440259172059</id><published>2008-12-14T19:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:20:23.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Arctic Blast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As I mentioned in the previous post, we have "An Arctic Blast" headed our way. Last week when we had an "Arctic Blast" headed our way, it turned out to be just cold and rainy, but I'm hoping for a little more action this week.  On the news, the meteorologist said to go ahead and get some milk and bread in advance, so I'm taking that as a good sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, one thing about our house here, is that we loose power A LOT. One week, we lost power six times. And probably at least once a week, we loose power for just a couple seconds or so. It's just so annoying to half to reset all the clocks every single week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we definitley loose power everytime the wind gets above 25 miles an hour here, which again is like every week. They didn't write the song "OOOOOOOOOOOOOk-lahoma where the wind comes sweeping through the plains" for nothing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that to say, that I'm sure if you add ice, sleet, or snow to the wind and the cold, it would be a miracle to not loose power.  So, Nate and I decided we definitely need to have a backup heat source for the babies should this happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First we had to buy a new wood holder because someone stole ours right out of our yard (Come on people, it wasn't by the dumpster or the curb, so it's not FREE). Corban loved helping his daddy put it together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUXE7x9pvLI/AAAAAAAAAgA/4RCIHkrb3sk/s1600-h/Christmas+pics+2008+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279842669465025714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUXE7x9pvLI/AAAAAAAAAgA/4RCIHkrb3sk/s320/Christmas+pics+2008+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then Nate and I had to move the wood from the back of his truck to the wood holder.  (It really weighed his truck down!)  This pregnant mama was sore after moving this wood! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUXE7czXZ1I/AAAAAAAAAf4/MPJPStC_y1A/s1600-h/Christmas+pics+2008+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279842663784736594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUXE7czXZ1I/AAAAAAAAAf4/MPJPStC_y1A/s320/Christmas+pics+2008+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This should hopefully get us through the winter. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUXE8zg0HxI/AAAAAAAAAgI/unwfXJbQGy4/s1600-h/Christmas+pics+2008+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279842687060811538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUXE8zg0HxI/AAAAAAAAAgI/unwfXJbQGy4/s320/Christmas+pics+2008+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next we initiated our house with a nice toasty fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUXE9CCZ-VI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/vhAqLhkIDWM/s1600-h/Christmas+pics+2008+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279842690959800658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUXE9CCZ-VI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/vhAqLhkIDWM/s320/Christmas+pics+2008+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And all of my boys had to be near it to get it started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUXE9UvJlOI/AAAAAAAAAgY/bPA9XaMZKa8/s1600-h/Christmas+pics+2008+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279842695979308258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUXE9UvJlOI/AAAAAAAAAgY/bPA9XaMZKa8/s320/Christmas+pics+2008+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a toasty winter!!&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/3918592964663637150-6965350440259172059?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6965350440259172059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=6965350440259172059&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/6965350440259172059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/6965350440259172059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/arctic-blast.html' title='The Arctic Blast'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUXE7x9pvLI/AAAAAAAAAgA/4RCIHkrb3sk/s72-c/Christmas+pics+2008+040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-4043068601268140287</id><published>2008-12-14T18:34:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:20:58.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Oklahoma</title><content type='html'>We've been keeping pretty busy lately with all that Altus has to offer. Any other time, I would use the phrase "all that Altus has to offer" pretty tongue in cheek, but apparently, Altus likes Christmas time, because we've been busy having lots of family fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUXLM448XaI/AAAAAAAAAhI/UTKEAJYczlY/s1600-h/Christmas+pics+2008+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279849560451866018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUXLM448XaI/AAAAAAAAAhI/UTKEAJYczlY/s320/Christmas+pics+2008+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First it was Nate's work Christmas Party. My dad and Coletta came to town to watch the boys so Nate and I could go. We reserved them back in late September for the weekend because apparently, the three baby-sitters in town book way in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes before Nate and I are heading out the door, Nate tells me I need to pack an overnight bag because he booked a room for us at the "resort" where the party was being held. (I use quotes, because I question a place that has Cowboy/Southwestern themed decor as being a resort. But that's just me.) As sweet as this thought was, a mama needs more than five minutes notice that she is going to be away from her precious baby for the first time for a WHOLE NIGHT (at least this mama does!). Luckily, Nate got me out the door with bag in hand, and Dad and Coletta seemed more than capable of taking care of our little buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUWsf9WJB9I/AAAAAAAAAfg/wqOY0-9_XR8/s1600-h/December+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279815803205126098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUWsf9WJB9I/AAAAAAAAAfg/wqOY0-9_XR8/s320/December+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUWsfeZTeyI/AAAAAAAAAfY/j6_xLxr9Tzk/s1600-h/December+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279815794896894754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUWsfeZTeyI/AAAAAAAAAfY/j6_xLxr9Tzk/s320/December+074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the view from our room. Not exactly Colorado Springs, but not the flatlands of Kansas either. We had a good time. Santa even visited the Christmas party and had a special present for Nate. Santa told Nate that he is having to cut back on making toys due to the economical situation of the world and at this rate Nate and I are "making babies faster than he and his elves can make toys" and so Santa gave Nate a pack of Neon condoms for Christmas. Thanks, Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had the Altus Christmas Parade which the boys thought was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUWsfBTSHbI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/sRmlmE1Sobk/s1600-h/December+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279815787087011250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUWsfBTSHbI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/sRmlmE1Sobk/s320/December+084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUWsgEEDtHI/AAAAAAAAAfo/PBeySdmXkOg/s1600-h/December+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279815805008327794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUWsgEEDtHI/AAAAAAAAAfo/PBeySdmXkOg/s320/December+077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next, Altus has this event called "Christmas In the Park" where the city park is literally all lit up with Christmas lights. Imagine the Griswald's house in "Christmas Vacation" and then apply that to the entire park and you'll get the picture. The park has a free train ride, which has occupied our evenings many times this past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUWsgTKfsLI/AAAAAAAAAfw/B-RclowPBck/s1600-h/christmaspark2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279815809061859506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUWsgTKfsLI/AAAAAAAAAfw/B-RclowPBck/s320/christmaspark2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUXJ7JP79wI/AAAAAAAAAgg/o7Aw6AVo_94/s1600-h/Christmas+pics+2008+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279848156094002946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUXJ7JP79wI/AAAAAAAAAgg/o7Aw6AVo_94/s320/Christmas+pics+2008+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUXJ77XEzYI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Jci-zIyriBc/s1600-h/Christmas+pics+2008+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279848169545715074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUXJ77XEzYI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Jci-zIyriBc/s320/Christmas+pics+2008+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was the children's Christmas party at Nate's work. Corban got to talk to Santa and tell him "I love trains." Corban tells us all the time..."I love you, mommy. I love you daddy. I love trains." Overall, Corban is pretty much unimpressed with the Santa concept, which is more than ok with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUXJ9IDai9I/AAAAAAAAAg4/EV9N7hF55eo/s1600-h/Christmas+pics+2008+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279848190132784082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUXJ9IDai9I/AAAAAAAAAg4/EV9N7hF55eo/s320/Christmas+pics+2008+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corban got to decorate his own cookie and get his face painted. Does life get better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUXJ8d8nqfI/AAAAAAAAAgw/F3gzBuIsQIQ/s1600-h/Christmas+pics+2008+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279848178829994482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUXJ8d8nqfI/AAAAAAAAAgw/F3gzBuIsQIQ/s320/Christmas+pics+2008+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, Altus does this event called "Candy Cane Cash" where you earn tickets by shopping at local merchants over a months time and then there is a drawing for $10,000 cash plus $2,500 in other prizes in the city square. Today was the drawing. When we got out of the van, it was 79 degrees. Within a half hour, the cold front ("Arctic Blast" as the news calls it...) came through and it literally dropped 35 degrees in a half hours time. We got too cold to wait in the city square and so we waited in the van and listened by radio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUXJ9zVVUgI/AAAAAAAAAhA/bItTsuMPcD0/s1600-h/Christmas+pics+2008+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279848201750663682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUXJ9zVVUgI/AAAAAAAAAhA/bItTsuMPcD0/s320/Christmas+pics+2008+073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unfortunately, I was not a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that's what's been keeping us busy lately. It's been a fun month for some family memories. &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/3918592964663637150-4043068601268140287?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4043068601268140287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=4043068601268140287&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/4043068601268140287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/4043068601268140287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-in-oklahoma.html' title='Christmas in Oklahoma'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SUXLM448XaI/AAAAAAAAAhI/UTKEAJYczlY/s72-c/Christmas+pics+2008+033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-8252750614835114497</id><published>2008-12-03T21:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:41:18.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baggage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It wasn't until this weekend that I realized... Nate and I sure come with a lot of baggage!!&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/STdQ9XxN2dI/AAAAAAAAAek/HWel24kLr2A/s1600-h/100_1128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275774503770511826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/STdQ9XxN2dI/AAAAAAAAAek/HWel24kLr2A/s320/100_1128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-8252750614835114497?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8252750614835114497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=8252750614835114497&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/8252750614835114497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/8252750614835114497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/baggage.html' title='Baggage'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/STdQ9XxN2dI/AAAAAAAAAek/HWel24kLr2A/s72-c/100_1128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-7053584334418603980</id><published>2008-12-03T21:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:32:43.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In case you missed out on all the Black Friday deals and even the Cyber Monday deals...have I got a deal for you.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two for one, with free shipping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/STdO1J9mB4I/AAAAAAAAAec/zxSkxOlCGb8/s1600-h/100_1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275772163602122626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/STdO1J9mB4I/AAAAAAAAAec/zxSkxOlCGb8/s320/100_1120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And some free kisses to go with 'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/STdOMMgWY_I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mTMwM9ey4aY/s1600-h/100_1141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275771459910132722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/STdOMMgWY_I/AAAAAAAAAeU/mTMwM9ey4aY/s320/100_1141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-7053584334418603980?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7053584334418603980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=7053584334418603980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/7053584334418603980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/7053584334418603980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-special.html' title='Christmas Special'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/STdO1J9mB4I/AAAAAAAAAec/zxSkxOlCGb8/s72-c/100_1120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-2238928423530464297</id><published>2008-12-03T20:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:23:19.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Thanksgiving Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our family was really bummed not to be able to go home to Kansas for Thanksgiving, but many reasons prevented us from doing so. But being a "Black Friday" shopaholic, I couldn't bear spending Black Friday in a town where my only shopping option was Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Nate and I decided to order our Thanksgiving Meal from the Club on base. Though it wasn't our most elaborate Thanksgiving ever, it was special to spend it together as a family. We had an impromptu Thanksgiving feast the night before with our dear friends, the Thomas family, which was so special to us, and counted that as our "real" Thanksgiving meal. But our club meal was our back up meal which served it's purpose.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/STdKvoKIrkI/AAAAAAAAAd8/3YOJGvta9yA/s1600-h/100_1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275767670582062658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/STdKvoKIrkI/AAAAAAAAAd8/3YOJGvta9yA/s320/100_1126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, we loaded up the van, and headed south about 75 minutes to Wichita Falls, TX. We stayed in a great hotel at a reasonable price (gotta love military discounts!!) and had a great weekend. Our hotel had a pool which kept the boys happy. We went to Chuck E. Cheese to use up some tokens that have been sitting in our van for over six months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/STdKvKwCfQI/AAAAAAAAAd0/wjscQnmC_zk/s1600-h/100_1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275767662687976706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/STdKvKwCfQI/AAAAAAAAAd0/wjscQnmC_zk/s320/100_1130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And no trip is complete without a random tent in a parking lot with free viewing of caged animals. The poor animals acted starved and practically attacked me as I tried to feed them the goat food. And though I'm not a PETA spokesperson, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the tiger in the 6' by 4' cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/STdKuwRnxJI/AAAAAAAAAds/4xdavtKwsN0/s1600-h/100_1129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275767655581074578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/STdKuwRnxJI/AAAAAAAAAds/4xdavtKwsN0/s320/100_1129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And of course, I got to go shopping!! Like hardcore, in the store by 4:30 a.m. kind of shopping. I can honostly say that every year Black Friday is crazy, but this was THE CRAZIEST Black Friday I've EVER experienced. I don't know if the deals were that great, or if it was the economy that got people out trying to catch a deal, but it was nuts! Luckily no one got shot or trampled like in other parts of the country, but I heard many people say that they "will never do this again" and I hope they are right, for my shopping sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Luckily, Wal-Mart matches local competitors prices, so that was my first stop (Don't cry Dad!).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I hit a great Christian bookstore/Homeschool store with lots of good deals. Toys R Us, Target, Hobby Lobby, you name it, I was there. I got some great deals and am over 90% done with our Christmas shopping. I'd take a picture of our loot, but I have a feeling, some of the recipients of these gifts may be reading this. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And if you think my husband was just being generous watching the boys in the hotel room while I shopped our savings away, let me clear that up. The deal was, I got to shop, and he'd watch the boys. And in the evenings, he'd go see a movie in an actual movie theatre and I'd watch the boys. And the afternoons we spent together as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we headed back to the Boonies and went to a Christmas Tree Farm to pick out our Christmas Tree. We even got to chop it down ourselves! (by "we" of course I mean "Nate".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/STdKv02drJI/AAAAAAAAAeE/g3a1mWNZa6s/s1600-h/100_1134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275767673989213330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/STdKv02drJI/AAAAAAAAAeE/g3a1mWNZa6s/s320/100_1134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So that was our weekend in a nutshell. Never a dull moment in the Tolle house.&lt;/span&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/3918592964663637150-2238928423530464297?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2238928423530464297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=2238928423530464297&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/2238928423530464297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/2238928423530464297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-thanksgiving-weekend.html' title='Our Thanksgiving Weekend'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/STdKvoKIrkI/AAAAAAAAAd8/3YOJGvta9yA/s72-c/100_1126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-7442804295910327362</id><published>2008-11-28T22:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:08:20.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For those who can help...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/STDN-DK59xI/AAAAAAAAAc0/2s2rKeXk4kA/s1600-h/Lily_Mallory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273941629537482514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/STDN-DK59xI/AAAAAAAAAc0/2s2rKeXk4kA/s320/Lily_Mallory.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart has been touched by this little girl, Lily, who is fighting a rare form of cancer. Her family is good friends with our good friends, and if A=B, and B=C, than A=C, and that makes this family our friends too (by my elementary calculations).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The family blog can be read &lt;a href="http://www.lilykaymonkey.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The family has three other children and must keep the house clean and all germs at bay to keep Lily healthy as she goes through chemo. I can't imagine needing to do this and take care of a sick child, and three others without help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is another blog set up to take donations to help out this family with the extra costs endured during this trial. If you are as touched by this family as I was, and can make a donation to help them during this time, please do. Go &lt;a href="http://helpinghandsforthemallorys.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And please pray for the Mallory family, they need all the prayers they can get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-7442804295910327362?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7442804295910327362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=7442804295910327362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/7442804295910327362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/7442804295910327362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-those-who-can-help.html' title='For those who can help...'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/STDN-DK59xI/AAAAAAAAAc0/2s2rKeXk4kA/s72-c/Lily_Mallory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-5505557599294849199</id><published>2008-11-28T21:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:13:40.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got so much, so much, so much to be Thankful for!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/STDA--hOmZI/AAAAAAAAAck/5L0cRp9jl9I/s1600-h/thanksgiving1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273927351817640338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/STDA--hOmZI/AAAAAAAAAck/5L0cRp9jl9I/s320/thanksgiving1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone knows the song "I've got so much, so much, so much to be thankful for..." than you now know the song that has been the constant background music in our family the last few days. Even as I write this, I hear Corban sleeping on his mat in the hotel singing "so much so much so much so much" (the only words of the song he really knows...). If you ask him what he's so thankful for he will point to the sky and say "Airplanes!". Which, our family does need to be thankful for airplanes, since they kind of pay our bills...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway we DO have so much to be thankful for. In no particular order, I am thankful for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) The most precious-hearted husband who absolutely adores me. He sacrifices so much for us, works 12 hour days and then comes home and helps me clean the house, bathe the boys, gives me a little bit of time to be alone. He never says a word when he comes home to me wearing the same pajamas that I was wearing when he left the house that morning. I honestly have never seen a daddy love on his boys and just enjoy them as much as Nate does his boys. He would really rather hang out with his boys than go out for a "Guy's night". He listens to me vent and then gently reminds me of how blessed I am. What can I say, I found me a good one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) My boys. They are a piece of heaven and I can't imagine life without them. They daily remind us that life can change drastically with the next breath we take, so we truly strive to just enjoy and capture every moment with them that we can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) We are very blessed. There is nothing that our family needs. Nate is constantly reminding me that if the biggest complaints in life that I can come up with is having to live in the boondocks, and having too much stuff for our house, than we are doing pretty good. Also, Nate's job. Although it sometimes requires sacrifice, it is a steady paycheck with job security during these tough financial times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Family-both my family and Nate's. Both put the FUN in dysfunction, but life would be so boring and lonely without them. At the end of the day, they always have our backs. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Friends- My "sisters" back in Wichita who think so much like me, I don't seem like the weird one when I'm with them. My friends here who have become like family in such a short time. My friends all over who I get to keep in touch with via email, blogs, and Facebook! (thank God for technology!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Do I dare say it?? I'm thankful for being stationed in Altus, OK. There I said it. Though not our choice, we have found it to be a blessing that we are here. We are close enough to family to visit fairly often, we are "off the radar" so to speak where we feel safe here, Nate doesn't deploy and is home every night (the biggest blessing of all), we have a lot of family time and have to be more creative as to how to have fun, and if we weren't here, we would never know some of the people who have become so precious to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many other blessings big and small (big=our eternal salvation and current freedom to worship and small=coffee, down comforters, Christmas lights, etc.) but these scratch the surface.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you all had a great and safe Thanksgiving. My next post will be about our Black Friday Extravaganza and our Christmas Tree Selection Process.   &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/3918592964663637150-5505557599294849199?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5505557599294849199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=5505557599294849199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/5505557599294849199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/5505557599294849199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-got-so-much-so-much-so-much-to-be.html' title='I&apos;ve got so much, so much, so much to be Thankful for!!'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/STDA--hOmZI/AAAAAAAAAck/5L0cRp9jl9I/s72-c/thanksgiving1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-297848806054285102</id><published>2008-11-19T14:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:14:56.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late Than Never...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SSRy2whajDI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/WFn388rlUdA/s1600-h/100_1056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270463748993879090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SSRy2whajDI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/WFn388rlUdA/s320/100_1056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SSRy2sP2R0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/kUzddD_GHKs/s1600-h/100_1069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270463747846457154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SSRy2sP2R0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/kUzddD_GHKs/s320/100_1069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the pictures of the boys in their costumes. We scored big time on the candy and my waistline is paying the price (though I blame the pregnancy!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good eye if you noticed that Caleb is wearing a different costume in each picture.  That's what happens when you got a little pooper on your hands!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-297848806054285102?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/297848806054285102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=297848806054285102&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/297848806054285102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/297848806054285102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better Late Than Never...'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SSRy2whajDI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/WFn388rlUdA/s72-c/100_1056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-253256754145249527</id><published>2008-11-18T21:59:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T14:03:05.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with the Family in Florida</title><content type='html'>I know I've been a slacker in the blogging department. What can I say, life has been busy. But hopefully I can get back in the swing of things and blog on a regular basis again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back last week from visiting Nate's family in Boca Raton, Florida. The week went by way too fast, of course, but was a much needed time away from Altus and it was great to reconnect with his family again. Here are some of the highlights of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) All of Nate's family (thirteen of us total) rented a five bedroom condo for the week. It had a pool in the backyard, so Corban and the kids were in heaven. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SSRui1OgeEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Zv4nqvahk6Q/s1600-h/100_1100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270459008612857922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SSRui1OgeEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Zv4nqvahk6Q/s320/100_1100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Corban and Caleb had constant attention and always had someone to hold them and play with them, and it wasn't US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SSOX7ALPX6I/AAAAAAAAAbY/i3XCkcwvSYE/s1600-h/090_90.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270223028868833186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SSOX7ALPX6I/AAAAAAAAAbY/i3XCkcwvSYE/s320/090_90.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Corban and his Aunt Celia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Caleb's first visit to the ocean, and Corban's first time that he remembers. He still talks about "da beach".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SSOX62v-9FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/oBelT2d9580/s1600-h/114_114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270223026338591826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SSOX62v-9FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/oBelT2d9580/s320/114_114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 7) Nate and I and the boys got the Master bedroom with the jacuzzi!! (It pays to have the biggest family!) Unfortunately, we also got the bed with the bedbugs. (Yes, Kevin, they were bedbugs!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SSOa36A4-pI/AAAAAAAAAbg/P18cBLzMd2Y/s1600-h/054_54.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270226274210085522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SSOa36A4-pI/AAAAAAAAAbg/P18cBLzMd2Y/s320/054_54.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 6) A break from cooking... each couple took an evening to cook and we got to eat different things like Mom's famous Taco Salad, Julia and Kevin's Crab Bake, and Celia's Enchiladas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SSOX6ahyutI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qnzYvM1eVE4/s1600-h/093_93.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270223018762877650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SSOX6ahyutI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qnzYvM1eVE4/s320/093_93.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I again rejoined civilization and enjoyed Panera, Jason's Deli, Macaroni Grill, Target, and a Christian Bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SSOa4W0AzZI/AAAAAAAAAbo/LWep2gAis6o/s1600-h/043_43.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270226281940700562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SSOa4W0AzZI/AAAAAAAAAbo/LWep2gAis6o/s320/043_43.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caleb and his Uncle Stevie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Activities including the West Palm Beach Zoo, Sugar Sand Park, and Ice cream in Mizner park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SSOX6QijhNI/AAAAAAAAAbA/_1rJ8a9B0og/s1600-h/085_85.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270223016081720530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SSOX6QijhNI/AAAAAAAAAbA/_1rJ8a9B0og/s320/085_85.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3) Playing the most political game of Monopoly ever where every move made a person either Obama or McCain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SSRukC-ZNDI/AAAAAAAAAcA/pW4Bi05_5gg/s1600-h/100_1108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270459029483238450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SSRukC-ZNDI/AAAAAAAAAcA/pW4Bi05_5gg/s320/100_1108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Getting a nice long date with Nate. We ate at a fancy restaurant in Mizner Park and then went to a lounge bar where Nate drank a beer and I drank Coke and we just talked for hours and enjoyed each others company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SSOX57dwUJI/AAAAAAAAAa4/k98XjKzs7qE/s1600-h/034_34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270223010424443026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SSOX57dwUJI/AAAAAAAAAa4/k98XjKzs7qE/s320/034_34.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1) Having the best and happiest little travelers in the world. Both of them did great on the plane, the long layover, and the two and a half hour drive home after landing. (Another sign that we live in the boondocks.) &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SSRujrI3ZCI/AAAAAAAAAb4/567VAuHfJSo/s1600-h/100_1093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270459023084708898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SSRujrI3ZCI/AAAAAAAAAb4/567VAuHfJSo/s320/100_1093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks family for a wonderful vacation.!!  Sorry we got you all sick!  We love you all so much. Corban mentions you all daily. See you next year in Orlando ??!!??&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/3918592964663637150-253256754145249527?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/253256754145249527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=253256754145249527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/253256754145249527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/253256754145249527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know-ive-been-slacker-in-blogging.html' title='Fun with the Family in Florida'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SSRui1OgeEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Zv4nqvahk6Q/s72-c/100_1100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-1239849371092259527</id><published>2008-11-13T22:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:05:52.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been Tagged!!</title><content type='html'>I just got "Tagged" by my friend Erin (who I met in Alabama) to do a random post, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1) Post the rules on your blog&lt;br /&gt;2) Write 6 random things about yourself&lt;br /&gt;3) Tag 6 other people at the end of your post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I just got back from Florida 24 hours ago and our luggage didn't arrive, so they have to UPS it from Oklahoma City to Altus and it won't be here til Monday...so Nate and I are currently sharing a toothbrush!! (Gross, I know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My oldest son, Corban's, new favorite phrase is "Dat's Ahwshome!!" (That's awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My nine month old son is STILL not sleeping through the night. I'm 15 weeks pregnant with baby #3 and a Mama needs her rest, if you know what I'm saying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) My number one biggest time killer is cyber stalking my friends through Facebook and blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) For my birthday/Christmas/anniversary present (all happen within six days of each other) I want 24 hours to myself in a bed and breakfast nearby. Time to journal, read, scrapbook, plan, soul search, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I'm starving right now and am debating whether to rough it out for the night or muster up the energy to go downstairs and get something to eat. Decisions, Decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto tagging six other people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bandanachick.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ruth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wackyhappenings.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://holsan4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kirsten&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theschiefelbeins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sandy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebiggsfamily21.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lenora&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://renarodriguez.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rena&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, we just got back from Florida and I have a lot of posts and pictures that I want to share, but the camera is in the lost luggage bag, so it may be a few days before I get some real posts up.  Check back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-1239849371092259527?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1239849371092259527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=1239849371092259527&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/1239849371092259527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/1239849371092259527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been Tagged!!'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-8990646890378112042</id><published>2008-10-26T21:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:20:59.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Things in Life Aren't Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SQUjTmn2s1I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_P2NUGV95tM/s1600-h/100_1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261650559344489298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SQUjTmn2s1I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/_P2NUGV95tM/s400/100_1023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      Feeding the ducks   (Altus skyline in the background :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SQUjSjye4eI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ULXDMnScgPw/s1600-h/100E1026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261650541403890146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SQUjSjye4eI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ULXDMnScgPw/s400/100E1026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                       Sweet happy baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SQUjR0mNRSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/eWKCEVelv_U/s1600-h/100_1032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261650528735937826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SQUjR0mNRSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/eWKCEVelv_U/s400/100_1032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                      I love this little boy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SQUjRTZE3PI/AAAAAAAAAY4/oDkQ3fshBsU/s1600-h/100_1035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261650519822490866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SQUjRTZE3PI/AAAAAAAAAY4/oDkQ3fshBsU/s400/100_1035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                             "Daddy, I hold you!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SQUjQneEq2I/AAAAAAAAAYw/g8IE_8mKVf8/s1600-h/100_1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261650508032289634" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SPVKH5TMcNI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SeZ69ob0O6o/s400/stork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's official, come Mother's Day of 2009, we will have another tax write off! We recently found out that we are expecting Baby Tolle number three. (Right after I finally got used to two!) I am ten and a half weeks.  We thought 16 months between babies were close, 14 and a 1/2 months is even closer!  Yikes!  (On a side note, I am surprised by the countless friends I have all due around early to mid-May. What was going on in mid-August?? :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are still in shock and until our first appointment today, were pretty much in denial. There's something about seeing the little peanut on the sonogram and seeing his heart beat that just really puts it in perspective and pushes you into reality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the answers to some questions we've gotten from previous pregnancies that I'll go ahead and knock out now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Yes, we were *surprised*. We have yet to "plan" a child, but Nate and I both know that children are a huge blessing from the Lord, and who are we to deny a blessing? Even if he comes to us a little sooner than expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Yes, I'm feeling good for the most part, just EXTREMELY EXHAUSTED. Let's just say, our house is a pig sty right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I know that I know that I know that I know that it is a boy. We just work that way apparently. And yes, he will have a "C" name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Yes, I think we are finally catching on to "what causes this".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for celebrating with us, and for those who can, drink a glass of wine for me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-7153637160190545175?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7153637160190545175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=7153637160190545175&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/7153637160190545175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/7153637160190545175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/10/yep-another-tax-write-off.html' title='Yep, Another Tax Write Off'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SPVKH5TMcNI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SeZ69ob0O6o/s72-c/stork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-7003488793950053842</id><published>2008-10-13T21:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:20:34.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This made me happy today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SPP_cXvt5dI/AAAAAAAAAXA/h5OM39xOdgo/s1600-h/100_1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256826052947076562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SPP_cXvt5dI/AAAAAAAAAXA/h5OM39xOdgo/s320/100_1006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We paid $2.59 per gallon for gas today...wahoo! There is at least one good thing that comes out of a troubled economy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nate and I have been trying to pinch pennies these past few months (even more than usual) due to the rising costs of living life...though our nation doesn't even know the meaning of the term "discomfort" (i.e. we are not forced to ration bread, sugar, gas, meat, etc...we really don't have it that bad!). Here are a list of 10 things we've done recently to save money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) We keep our thermostat at 76 degrees during the day during the summer and 78 at night. (I know, I know, no menopausal women will want to come hang out with us!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) We are eating at home more...not sure if this is necessarily to save money or if the options in Altus just aren't really worthy of our hard earned money, but hey the result is saved money. We do however, look up recipes online to restaurants we miss and make them at home. We've made PF Chang's Mongolian Beef, Johnny Carino's Spicy Ramano Chicken, and Olive Garden's Zuppo Tuscana to name a few. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The water is nasty here, even when filtered, so Nate and I drink more bottled water that we stock up on at the commissary case lot sales. And when we drink pop, we take advantage of Sonic's Happy Hour for half priced drinks and slushes. We'll be in big trouble if/when Sonic ends this deal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SPQPuFxhEwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/yMOFdC95EQM/s1600-h/sonic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256843949546476290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SPQPuFxhEwI/AAAAAAAAAXI/yMOFdC95EQM/s320/sonic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) We shop at Walgreens for their rebates and coupon sales. Just this past month we got over $85.00 in free health and beauty products and stocked up on some really cheap Huggies diapers. I'd never shop at Walgreens for something full price, but they have a great rebate system that you can score some great freebies and can submit the rebate form online and you don't even have to remember to mail it in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) We buy only used clothes and toys. Seriously, not even Corban's birthday presents were brand new. We get all their toys at garage sales, Goodwill, and off craigslist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) As previously posted, we are &lt;a href="http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/07/dollar-tree-fans.html"&gt;Dollar Tree fans&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) We don't go to movies (no baby-sitters and a crappy movie theatre), and we don't have cable. Our family entertainment thrives off of Netflix, parks, walks, our backyard, the internet, playgroups, books, Wal-Mart, and each other. I know, it may sound pathetic, but we are in a *small* town in the middle of nowhere, remember?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) We don't eat hot dogs. That really really has nothing to do with saving money, but I just had to throw it in...we have a Bar S Factory (the makers of Bar S Hotdogs, Bacon, and other meats) about a half mile away from our house and some of the smells that come from there are just gross enough to turn a person away from hot dogs for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) We plan our meals. I make a loose, semi flexible menu for the week based on what we have already and shop for what we need to complete the meals. We base our meals on what's on sale, what we have, and what sounds good to us. Just this step alone has saved us a ton of moolah by not throwing out spoiled, rotten food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) We mooch. :) Not in an annoying way, but we borrow stuff if needed. For an example, I hosted a party last week and didn't have enough pitchers or a nice ice bucket. Though I could buy them so I'd have them for the next time, I asked a couple of friends if I could borrow their nice crystal pitchers and ice bucket, and ta da, I was set. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I am frugal more out of desire than out of necessity. I like the challenge of living for less. Nate doesn't call me his "Bargain Bloodhound" for nothing!&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/3918592964663637150-7003488793950053842?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7003488793950053842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=7003488793950053842&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/7003488793950053842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/7003488793950053842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-made-me-happy-today.html' title='This made me happy today!'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SPP_cXvt5dI/AAAAAAAAAXA/h5OM39xOdgo/s72-c/100_1006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-2066845807115176311</id><published>2008-10-05T11:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T11:45:06.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Hydration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SOju0wFG89I/AAAAAAAAAVE/GeO-g0byffI/s1600-h/sick+child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253711555354620882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SOju0wFG89I/AAAAAAAAAVE/GeO-g0byffI/s400/sick+child.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a long week here in the Tolle house...with two sick kids and a husband with the Rotavirus. I'll spare you pictures of the nastiness that has entered our walls, but let's just say it hasn't been fun. I have lost track of how many poopy diapers I've changed, sheets I've changed, loads of laundry I've done, and Pedialyte bottles I've bought. &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;They seem to be healed by day... I'll think they are all better, than inevitably at night, the fun begins. We are trying to keep them hydrated, but who knows how much is actually staying in. The internet says it could lasty 7-10 days. We are on Day 9 right now, so hopefully it will end &lt;em&gt;soon&lt;/em&gt;. If you think about it, say a prayer for us...we need it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-2066845807115176311?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2066845807115176311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=2066845807115176311&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/2066845807115176311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/2066845807115176311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/10/operation-hydration.html' title='Operation Hydration'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SOju0wFG89I/AAAAAAAAAVE/GeO-g0byffI/s72-c/sick+child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-5256238289382513121</id><published>2008-09-28T22:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:30:01.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Three Loves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SOBLYwaCKnI/AAAAAAAAAUc/2II0DRO7Jg8/s1600-h/100_0977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251280054197037682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SOBLYwaCKnI/AAAAAAAAAUc/2II0DRO7Jg8/s320/100_0977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        What a bunch of goobers.  But I can't get enough of them.&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/3918592964663637150-5256238289382513121?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5256238289382513121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=5256238289382513121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/5256238289382513121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/5256238289382513121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-three-loves.html' title='My Three Loves'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SOBLYwaCKnI/AAAAAAAAAUc/2II0DRO7Jg8/s72-c/100_0977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-4397545619846103513</id><published>2008-09-22T21:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:22:03.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Abuela!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Corban got a special treat in the mail the other day from his "Abuela" in Florida and has been riding it ever since. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SOBGMxt_sXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/oFUNRz5mHQk/s1600-h/100_0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251274350832628082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SOBGMxt_sXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/oFUNRz5mHQk/s320/100_0953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's rewind 28 years...as the story goes, Nate had a rocking horse when he was Corban's age. He was so excited that he rode it all day. The next day Nate's butt and inner thigh's were so sore, he couldn't walk and his mom had to rub them all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, for that reason, we didn't let Corban ride &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SOBGNMAUdaI/AAAAAAAAAT8/FkxBM9K2vxc/s1600-h/100_0965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251274357888808354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SOBGNMAUdaI/AAAAAAAAAT8/FkxBM9K2vxc/s320/100_0965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          Caleb watched Corban for a few minutes and then looked at me like "What in the *%#*?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SOBGNYY30YI/AAAAAAAAAUE/PHX5PrHYji0/s1600-h/100_0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251274361213014402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SOBGNYY30YI/AAAAAAAAAUE/PHX5PrHYji0/s320/100_0967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                          Corban reluctantly lets Caleb ride with him for a minute.  Note that Caleb, as usual when left unattented with Corban, looks scared for his life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And at the end of a long day, the boys are still friends enough to sit for a picture (but no smiles, mom!).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SOBGNf2a-8I/AAAAAAAAAUM/GEqISkiVveo/s1600-h/100_0946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251274363216001986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SOBGNf2a-8I/AAAAAAAAAUM/GEqISkiVveo/s320/100_0946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-4397545619846103513?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4397545619846103513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=4397545619846103513&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/4397545619846103513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/4397545619846103513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/09/thanks-abuela.html' title='Thanks Abuela!!!'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SOBGMxt_sXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/oFUNRz5mHQk/s72-c/100_0953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-3332482019512203932</id><published>2008-09-22T20:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:16:05.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Corban's Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was going to buy a cheap Wal-Mart cake. Things have been a little crazy around here and it seemed easiest. But my friend and partner in frugality, Amy, strongly encouraged me to make Corban's cake myself. She brought over books about children's cakes, she offered to help, she promised it was cheaper and fun to do it yourself. So, I committed. All the pictures in the book seemed a little over ambitious for someone who's idea of "making a cake" is adding frosting to a store bought angel food cake. She gave me all the decorations from her son's Race Car themed party, so that was an easy theme to borrow. I looked up some easy cakes on the internet and set out to make the cake. And whaddaya know. It WAS easy, fun, and cheaper....and it tasted better too! Thanks, Amy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SNhO9JfFSOI/AAAAAAAAASw/LHmbPw-koro/s1600-h/100_0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249032178125588706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SNhO9JfFSOI/AAAAAAAAASw/LHmbPw-koro/s320/100_0919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SNhPO3BInDI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Q7rZ3NAihOQ/s1600-h/100_0937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249032482405784626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SNhPO3BInDI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Q7rZ3NAihOQ/s320/100_0937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            Corban gives his stamp of approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I feel all domesticated. Corban had fun and still talks about all his friends coming over for the Par-tay. He won't leave his new toys alone for a second and cries a heartbroken cry when it is time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SNhRAiQ2G3I/AAAAAAAAATA/jMBx0QD_w4I/s1600-h/100_0939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249034435339623282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SNhRAiQ2G3I/AAAAAAAAATA/jMBx0QD_w4I/s320/100_0939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-3332482019512203932?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3332482019512203932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=3332482019512203932&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/3332482019512203932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/3332482019512203932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/09/corbans-party.html' title='Corban&apos;s Party'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SNhO9JfFSOI/AAAAAAAAASw/LHmbPw-koro/s72-c/100_0919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-8658980682224120002</id><published>2008-09-15T21:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:48:13.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have The Past Two Years Gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SNAUJXuX1PI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_bHW6CflEK4/s1600-h/014_14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246715717106521330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SNAUJXuX1PI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_bHW6CflEK4/s320/014_14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SNAUJxaUJOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/HTBwnlaUgFU/s1600-h/0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246715724001715426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SNAUJxaUJOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/HTBwnlaUgFU/s320/0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SNAZliP0NoI/AAAAAAAAARg/PgGendezDTc/s1600-h/Corban+5+months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246721698525623938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SNAZliP0NoI/AAAAAAAAARg/PgGendezDTc/s320/Corban+5+months.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SNAZl5TmBsI/AAAAAAAAARo/Mj79VovridU/s1600-h/Corban+5+months2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246721704715486914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SNAZl5TmBsI/AAAAAAAAARo/Mj79VovridU/s320/Corban+5+months2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SNAZldONQtI/AAAAAAAAARQ/yvKOSuNzit8/s1600-h/053_53.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246721697176699602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SNAZldONQtI/AAAAAAAAARQ/yvKOSuNzit8/s320/053_53.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SNAZlOJ-xPI/AAAAAAAAARI/Yt9RPbdJbZY/s1600-h/0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246721693132440818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SNAZlOJ-xPI/AAAAAAAAARI/Yt9RPbdJbZY/s320/0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SNAZlvBVdeI/AAAAAAAAARY/1uqUj8m6Q2Q/s1600-h/0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246721701954549218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SNAZlvBVdeI/AAAAAAAAARY/1uqUj8m6Q2Q/s320/0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SNAUKPTHUaI/AAAAAAAAARA/oa6mfwXS4NI/s1600-h/IMG_9741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246715732024578466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SNAUKPTHUaI/AAAAAAAAARA/oa6mfwXS4NI/s320/IMG_9741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, my sweet Corban! You are such a joy to your Mamma and Daddy! You are such a fun spirited boy, full of life and joy. You bring a smile to everyone's face. You have such a fun personality already and such a tender heart. Thank you for all the laughter and love that you bring into our home. You are our first born and our first blessing. Our prayer for you is that you will come to know the Lord at an early age. We love you so so so much and praise God for your precious life!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-8658980682224120002?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8658980682224120002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=8658980682224120002&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/8658980682224120002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/8658980682224120002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-have-past-two-years-gone.html' title='Where Have The Past Two Years Gone?'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SNAUJXuX1PI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_bHW6CflEK4/s72-c/014_14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-44680163072478403</id><published>2008-09-07T21:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:30:53.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend of Disappointment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a bummer of a weekend. We were all excited to head to the Jackson County Fair that advertised Fun, Food, a petting zoo, and &lt;em&gt;so much more. &lt;/em&gt;In the spirit of trying to take in all that Altus has to offer (or not) we also decided to enter Caleb in the Beautiful Baby Contest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Disappointment number one: If by "food" they mean a tiny booth selling rice crispy treats and bags of chips, etc., then they should have made that clear. I mean COME ON, I KNOW I'm not the ONLY one who thinks the words "Fair food" equal "Fried food." There was not a single item of fried food on the menu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Second disappointment: The fair was the size of a barn. I mean, I have literally been to bigger, more exciting barn parties than this "Fair".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Third disappointment: The "Petting zoo" consisted of a few prize winning chickens, a couple of ponies, a sheep, and calf. Corban was bored after three minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SMSXmC8rFnI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RxhSfBELdC8/s1600-h/100_0851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243482546048276082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SMSXmC8rFnI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RxhSfBELdC8/s320/100_0851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the Fourth and Biggest Disappointment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Caleb didn't win the Beautiful Baby Contest...in fact he didn't even place. Now, I know that every mother thinks that *her* baby is &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; cutest, but let's just say that I think Oklahoman's have a different definition of "beautiful" than the rest of the world. We were in the fourth division and I knew by the winners in the divisions before us that Caleb wouldn't win. And that's all I'm gonna say about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So all the work of clipping his fingernails every night this past week so he wouldn't scratch up his face and making sure he stayed awake &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; happy all morning during the contest (a nearly impossible feat) were a waste. I will never get those hours back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now how can you tell me this baby isn't cute enough for the top 3 baby boys ages 6-12 months? You can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SMSXkz5XNNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/EOuBvWxaA_I/s1600-h/100_0863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243482524827989202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SMSXkz5XNNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/EOuBvWxaA_I/s320/100_0863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SMSXlCuOCtI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3g-NWLJB4YU/s1600-h/100_0860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243482528807783122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SMSXlCuOCtI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3g-NWLJB4YU/s320/100_0860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's good to know that Nate and I are going home this week for the Kansas State Fair where there will be lots of yummy fried food, a quality petting zoo, and lots of family and friends to dote on Caleb and tell me he's cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-44680163072478403?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/44680163072478403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=44680163072478403&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/44680163072478403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/44680163072478403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-of-disappointment.html' title='A Weekend of Disappointment'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SMSXmC8rFnI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RxhSfBELdC8/s72-c/100_0851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-3772301145645900882</id><published>2008-09-03T22:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:27:31.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Labor Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SMSa_POaP6I/AAAAAAAAAP4/uhA6roeAuLQ/s1600-h/100_0841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243486277375508386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SMSa_POaP6I/AAAAAAAAAP4/uhA6roeAuLQ/s320/100_0841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We got to "get out of Dodge" for the Labor Day weekend to Oklahoma City which was a treat. Hurrican Gustav threatened to send Nate to the coast to help evacuate people, but thankfully, Nate never got "the call." Frontier City, a small amusement park, lets military people in for fifty cents on Mondays. So for $1.oo, (the babies were free) our family got to have loads of fun riding all the baby rides for several hours. Well...$1.00 plus $7.00 for parking...(I just don't get the concept of paying for parking. To me it's like paying to breathe. But that's just me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had fun at the pool at the pool at the hotel, eating at Johnny Carino's (YUM!) and dessert at The Cheesecake Factory (again, YUM!) and shopping at stores we miss like Target, Big Lots, Hobby Lobby, a health food store, and Best Buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera ran out of batteries, so we don't have many pics, but here are a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SL9eZ5VmqMI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7AzkxNe4PlI/s1600-h/100_0832.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242012290263722178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SL9eZ5VmqMI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7AzkxNe4PlI/s320/100_0832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Swimming Lessons with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SL9eaQQe9uI/AAAAAAAAAOg/_F-lDpy_NC8/s1600-h/100_0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242012296416261858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SL9eaQQe9uI/AAAAAAAAAOg/_F-lDpy_NC8/s320/100_0834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SL9eatwIZhI/AAAAAAAAAOo/xDFWocEVAfY/s1600-h/100_0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SMSa-OqNYSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/S6twuGebgMQ/s1600-h/100_0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243486260043800866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SMSa-OqNYSI/AAAAAAAAAPo/S6twuGebgMQ/s320/100_0843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                         Singing Bears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SMSa-draCLI/AAAAAAAAAPw/CCcSZmStJuo/s1600-h/100_0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243486264075356338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SMSa-draCLI/AAAAAAAAAPw/CCcSZmStJuo/s320/100_0846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                      Caleb completley enamored with the freaky singing bears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-3772301145645900882?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3772301145645900882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=3772301145645900882&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/3772301145645900882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/3772301145645900882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-labor-day.html' title='Our Labor Day'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SMSa_POaP6I/AAAAAAAAAP4/uhA6roeAuLQ/s72-c/100_0841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-7083445148763404303</id><published>2008-09-03T22:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:48:56.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SL9ZLps_EcI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TlqCstz1RVg/s1600-h/mouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242006547990516162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SL9ZLps_EcI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TlqCstz1RVg/s320/mouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I was lying in bed last night typing on my computer, listening to the GOP on TV when I see something scurry past.  I said "What the heck?" and looked down to make eye contact with A MOUSE!!  YUCK!!!!  So, after screaming so loud that Nate thought for sure I was being murdered, I refused to get out of bed for hours knowing there is a mouse loose in the house.   I can not emphasize enough how NOT COOL this is!  I am so grossed out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I spend the day cleaning so there is nothing to tempt rodents to come into our house.  We live right by a field so it's a possibility that this could be a reoccuring thing.  I don't know how mice get on the second story of a house.  Do they climb?  Jump stairs?  Who knows.  i just know I still get the heeby jeebies when I think of it.  And I'm even more paranoid than usual.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-7083445148763404303?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7083445148763404303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=7083445148763404303&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/7083445148763404303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/7083445148763404303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/09/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh.html' title='AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SL9ZLps_EcI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TlqCstz1RVg/s72-c/mouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-8892234344631703468</id><published>2008-08-26T21:13:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:49:39.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Corban!!!  You are too cute to be mad at (for long)!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So about an hour ago, I went upstairs to our bedroom and handed my sick husband a drink of Gatorade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nate: "Thanks honey! Um hon, you smell like baby powder." (Mind you, my husband is sick with a cold and can't smell &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: "I smell it too, but it's not me."...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We both stare at each other for about three seconds and then we both scatter to the boys room across the hall. Here is what we found after turning the boys light on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLS5YyL1ooI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pa9abeQhHZ4/s1600-h/100_0825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239016101978153602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLS5YyL1ooI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pa9abeQhHZ4/s320/100_0825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; No, the camera is not out of focus, that is the dust of A WHOLE CONTAINER OF BABY POWDER ALL AROUND THEIR ROOM.  (Click on pictures to enlarge and get the full effect.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLS7dIjsXiI/AAAAAAAAAM8/2zleUKqZSCw/s1600-h/100_0827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239018375726521890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLS7dIjsXiI/AAAAAAAAAM8/2zleUKqZSCw/s320/100_0827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I bought the stool steps at the Goodwill yesterday so Corban can wash his hands on his own, but he thought they would make great stairs to his bed.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Needless to say, we've spend the last hour changing sheets, vacuuming the floor, dusting and wiping all the furniture, vacuuming again, and making sure our boys could breathe. Stupid me for leaving the lid open. All I have to say is, good thing Corban is so cute...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-8892234344631703468?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8892234344631703468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=8892234344631703468&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/8892234344631703468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/8892234344631703468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-corban-you-are-too-cute-to-be-mad-at.html' title='Oh Corban!!!  You are too cute to be mad at (for long)!!'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLS5YyL1ooI/AAAAAAAAAM0/pa9abeQhHZ4/s72-c/100_0825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-5886346192514244698</id><published>2008-08-24T21:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:12:06.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Rodeo</title><content type='html'>I'm a Kansas girl, so it's not like I've never had the opportunity to go to a rodeo. It just never really crossed my mind as something to do. But here, it is THE (only) thing to do. So...we loaded up the kids and went to the Great Stampede Rodeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLIdsX7whoI/AAAAAAAAAL8/BfhPOkDzICE/s1600-h/100_0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238281964761417346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLIdsX7whoI/AAAAAAAAAL8/BfhPOkDzICE/s320/100_0768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Only in a small town would they jumpstart the rodeo weekend with a cattle drive through the Air Force Base.  There are historic Chisholm Trail roots on the base.  There was definitley evidence of their journey through the base for the rest of the day.  Let's just say that they didn't follow up with the street cleaner that always ended the parade in my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLIdszf5jnI/AAAAAAAAAME/a8pbK33ljdI/s1600-h/100_0779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238281972160761458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLIdszf5jnI/AAAAAAAAAME/a8pbK33ljdI/s320/100_0779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       Corban in his Dollar Tree cowboy hat. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLIdtHhYe0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/5b7picQgrdA/s1600-h/100_0813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238281977535691586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLIdtHhYe0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/5b7picQgrdA/s320/100_0813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Corban loved his front row seat, but jumped every time the cattle and horses went swooshing by.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLIdtVN0vvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/p2ELa2pI_jU/s1600-h/100_0802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238281981211754226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLIdtVN0vvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/p2ELa2pI_jU/s320/100_0802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corbie on a pony ride.  After he went around once by himself, they decided I probably better walk beside him.  So I went around and around for seven minutes stepping in horse pooh over and over again in my flip-flops.  The worker shouted at me from the gate and said "Flip-flops at a rodeo?  That's the dumbest thing I've ever seen!!"  So of course I was embarrassed and annoyed that I hadn't thought through proper rodeo attire before hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLIdthhnjFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/F0NGdColxxM/s1600-h/100_0794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238281984516000850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLIdthhnjFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/F0NGdColxxM/s320/100_0794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                             Caleb had a pretty good time too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall, it was an ok way to spend the evening.  There was a free chuck wagon dinner before hand with ticket purchase for Military night, so overall it was worth the moolah.  Now we can offically say that we've been to the rodeo.  We're starting to like some of the things that small towns do have to offer instead of focusing on all the things they don't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-5886346192514244698?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5886346192514244698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=5886346192514244698&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/5886346192514244698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/5886346192514244698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-first-rodeo.html' title='Our First Rodeo'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLIdsX7whoI/AAAAAAAAAL8/BfhPOkDzICE/s72-c/100_0768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-4253881735523630332</id><published>2008-08-23T19:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T20:20:21.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>I was so happy to go out to my mailbox this afternoon and find that the family pictures we got taken back home a couple weeks ago had arrived. Although there were many, many nice ones, these are a few of my favorites.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLCzafQ0pQI/AAAAAAAAALE/52FyfkS3KxQ/s1600-h/IMG_9608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237883634281915650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLCzafQ0pQI/AAAAAAAAALE/52FyfkS3KxQ/s320/IMG_9608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLCzakRN64I/AAAAAAAAALM/JetG-8g4zrE/s1600-h/IMG_9622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237883635625749378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLCzakRN64I/AAAAAAAAALM/JetG-8g4zrE/s320/IMG_9622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLCza5fd9UI/AAAAAAAAALU/c_op0fdHQ6k/s1600-h/IMG_9626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237883641322665282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLCza5fd9UI/AAAAAAAAALU/c_op0fdHQ6k/s320/IMG_9626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLCzbFXvS3I/AAAAAAAAALc/5SDeRRv5aBY/s1600-h/IMG_9688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237883644511472498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLCzbFXvS3I/AAAAAAAAALc/5SDeRRv5aBY/s320/IMG_9688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLCzbetCdsI/AAAAAAAAALk/8oLIVztRSDM/s1600-h/IMG_9745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237883651311695554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLCzbetCdsI/AAAAAAAAALk/8oLIVztRSDM/s320/IMG_9745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Corban really has a hard time in front of the camera, can you tell?? :) This was not posed, he struck this pose all by himself. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see more family pics, click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=52249&amp;amp;l=d9642&amp;amp;id=815219250"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-4253881735523630332?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4253881735523630332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=4253881735523630332&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/4253881735523630332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/4253881735523630332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/family-pictures.html' title='Family Pictures'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLCzafQ0pQI/AAAAAAAAALE/52FyfkS3KxQ/s72-c/IMG_9608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-4587598773549895864</id><published>2008-08-23T15:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T15:54:55.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time, No Blog</title><content type='html'>I know things have been a bit silent here for the past couple of weeks, but things have been really super duper busy. As we are getting more settled in Altus, our calendar is getting fuller and busier. But here is a quick recap of the past couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I have started &lt;a href="http://www.accessaltus.blogspot.com/"&gt;another blog&lt;/a&gt; for people here in Altus to know about community events, etc. It is just starting to take off, but has been pretty time consuming the past week or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all, Corban started "school" this past week. He goes two full days a week to a Mother's Day Out Program. Since we plan on homeschooling, this is probably the closest thing to "school" he'll experience for awhile. So far he seems to love it. From day one, he runs into the room and doesn't even look back at me. He feels like a big boy because he takes a lunch and backpack to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the term "Mother's Day Out" is sooooo deceiving. It gives the vibe that I'm out drinking lattes and eating Bon Bons and then relaxing in the spa all afternoon. In reality, I still have Caleb who is very very needy and I'm STILL trying to unpack and get the house in order. This week my friend Amy and I priced garage sale stuff almost the whole day. Oh and I got a load or two of laundry done. I know, I know...riveting really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLByKmGw1mI/AAAAAAAAAK0/pyklf4nfjdI/s1600-h/100_0735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237811892985058914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLByKmGw1mI/AAAAAAAAAK0/pyklf4nfjdI/s320/100_0735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corban on his first day of "school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLByLB5Cs0I/AAAAAAAAAK8/9SUPLVQpSwY/s1600-h/100_0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237811900443702082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLByLB5Cs0I/AAAAAAAAAK8/9SUPLVQpSwY/s320/100_0742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caleb and his playdate, Evan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, we had a garage sale today and got rid of a ton of junk, so now we can breathe a little better in our home. We coupled up with some friends and it turned out great, except for the extreme heat and humidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, we are getting to know several families with kids and have had lots of fun play dates and outings. (By "outings" I mean going to McDonald's multiple times per week and letting the kids play on the Playland because that's literally one of the ONLY things to do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, life is good. We have found a church about an hour away that we plan on becoming members at shortly. Nate is getting settled into the new job. All appliances and veheicles are currently functioning. We can't really help but feel blessed right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-4587598773549895864?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4587598773549895864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=4587598773549895864&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/4587598773549895864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/4587598773549895864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long Time, No Blog'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SLByKmGw1mI/AAAAAAAAAK0/pyklf4nfjdI/s72-c/100_0735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-6895807263598402910</id><published>2008-08-12T21:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:49:47.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Potpourri</title><content type='html'>This picture is the first time both kids were in the "car" cart.  Now that Caleb can sit up well, it makes shopping SO MUCH EASIER and I didn't get any dirty looks from people! (Remind me not to tell you the story about a time Corban was kicking over all the cans off the shelf meanwhile Caleb got his foot stuck tight in the cart metal things and I got a look from this lady that clearly said "You shouldn't be allowed to have any more children and the ones you have should be taken away" and I looked at her and said "Don't give me that look!" and then was SO EMBARASSED that my thoughts came out of my mouth and then I had to face her in every aisle after that!!  Ok,  I just shared my mortifiying commissary story, SORRY!)  Anyway, this shopping trip was a dream in comparison and made me feel like I can shop again, without losing my mind.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SKJFRx4uWvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Mq6xed5yMLI/s1600-h/100_0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233821888709286642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SKJFRx4uWvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Mq6xed5yMLI/s400/100_0731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  Aren't they so cute??  I know, I know, I'm extremely biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SKJFSHrV8kI/AAAAAAAAAJc/KWbCnGlC-o8/s1600-h/100_0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233821894558741058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SKJFSHrV8kI/AAAAAAAAAJc/KWbCnGlC-o8/s400/100_0720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corban's new pool that he just couldn't wait 10 seconds to take his clothes off before jumping in.  Oh and notice our new beautiful fence in the background compliments of home owner's insurance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SKJFSRI8bcI/AAAAAAAAAJk/yYUpUAructM/s1600-h/100_0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233821897098816962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SKJFSRI8bcI/AAAAAAAAAJk/yYUpUAructM/s400/100_0717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whoever invented the baby exersaucer is deservingly a rich (wo)man and a pure genius.   It's the only way I get a break from holding this precious cherub all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SKJFSh5DOiI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zleEbxIFvzA/s1600-h/100_0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233821901595556386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SKJFSh5DOiI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zleEbxIFvzA/s400/100_0702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corban and Daddy feeding the ducks.  Corban looked back and said "Ducky, quack qwak Mommy!  Un (one) ooo (two) free (three)"  (He's four off, but hey he's not even two yet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SKJFS34KnWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wWNWys0vREE/s1600-h/100_0724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233821907497426274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SKJFS34KnWI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/wWNWys0vREE/s400/100_0724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, I dress them alike when ever possible.  This is probably the closet thing to twins I'll ever have. &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/3918592964663637150-6895807263598402910?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6895807263598402910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=6895807263598402910&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/6895807263598402910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/6895807263598402910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/picture-potpourri.html' title='Picture Potpourri'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SKJFRx4uWvI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Mq6xed5yMLI/s72-c/100_0731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-4261211357308692413</id><published>2008-08-08T14:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T22:50:32.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been One of THOSE Weeks</title><content type='html'>We've had quite a week around here. One of those weeks that can just be described as "death by a thousand papercuts." Nothing traumatic, nothing life changing, nothing over the top, just a lot of little annoyances and inconveniences that make life an adventure. Things like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Temperatures around 110 degrees all week. Too hot to go anywhere (including swimming), but being stuck in the house (especially a messy, still not unpacked house) can make a person crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Nate has been working extra long hours as he learns the ropes of his new job. This is his first round of students so everything takes longer right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Going to my 10 year high school reunion and having all the insecure feelings from back then come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Caleb decides to relive his newborn days and wakes up every one to two hours at night. (Teething maybe??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I've made a few friends (Praise God!) but still feel unconnected to the way of life here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Corban is active and strong-willed, he is absolutely exhausting, all by his own self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dishwasher broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Garbage disposal broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DVD player broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Van broke down (again, we were stuck in the house)&lt;br /&gt;(Can you tell it's also been an expensive week?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to put it mildly, I've been very weary (read: grouchy) I haven't had the best attitude and have not treated those nearest and dearest to me with the kindness and love that I want to and that I'm commanded to. I've realized my heart has not been in the right place for awhile now, and a week like this was all it took to show my true colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon as I was singing my boys to sleep, I sang one of my favorite hymns to them and tears just fell down my face as I realized how much I needed to rest in my Father's love and surrender my concerns and cares to Him. So I am now resting peacefully in His grace and so thankful that He does not let me go. So onward to the next papercut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SJ0SPZisYaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_gAdjBV6ITE/s1600-h/river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232358397838123426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SJ0SPZisYaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_gAdjBV6ITE/s320/river.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igracemusic.com/hymnbook/hymns/o08.html"&gt;O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go&lt;/a&gt; (RUF version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Love that will not let me go,&lt;br /&gt;I rest my weary soul in thee;&lt;br /&gt;I give thee back the life I owe,&lt;br /&gt;That in thine ocean depths its flow&lt;br /&gt;May richer, fuller be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O light that followest all my way,&lt;br /&gt;I yield my flickering torch to thee;&lt;br /&gt;My heart restores its borrowed ray,&lt;br /&gt;That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day&lt;br /&gt;May brighter, fairer be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Joy that seekest me through pain,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot close my heart to thee;&lt;br /&gt;I trace the rainbow through the rain,&lt;br /&gt;And feel the promise is not vain,&lt;br /&gt;That morn shall tearless be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Cross that liftest up my head,&lt;br /&gt;I dare not ask to fly from thee;&lt;br /&gt;I lay in dust life’s glory dead,&lt;br /&gt;And from the ground there blossoms red&lt;br /&gt;Life that shall endless be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SJ0SPn6Pg1I/AAAAAAAAAJE/BhbD1KDz5jg/s1600-h/cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232358401694991186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SJ0SPn6Pg1I/AAAAAAAAAJE/BhbD1KDz5jg/s320/cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-4261211357308692413?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4261211357308692413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=4261211357308692413&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/4261211357308692413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/4261211357308692413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-one-of-those-weeks.html' title='It&apos;s Been One of THOSE Weeks'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SJ0SPZisYaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_gAdjBV6ITE/s72-c/river.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-7747417204429455485</id><published>2008-07-26T23:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:45:04.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dollar Tree Fans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIwGRWfUyQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VolpjrE5AgE/s1600-h/dollartree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227560162634811650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIwGRWfUyQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VolpjrE5AgE/s320/dollartree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To put it mildly, my husband is very picky about the quality of his things. He is definitely a lover of quality over quantity. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen him go to a Wal-Mart before we lived here. And I KNOW I've never seen him go into a Dollar Tree before we moved here. I, however, am a big tightwad most of the time. I rarely, pay full price for &lt;em&gt;anything &lt;/em&gt;and am known to Nate as his "bargain bloodhound." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However, having limited places to shop here, Dollar Tree has become a weekly hang-out for our family. And Nate has fallen in love. In fact he asked me the other day to try to get things there before going to Wal-Mart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rachel, at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://debtfreedowds.wordpress.com/2008/07/25/frugal-friday-2/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://debtfreedowds.wordpress.com/2008/07/25/frugal-friday-2/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; made a list of her top 10 finds at the Dollar Tree and I thought I would piggy-back off of her and make my own list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So here goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10) Batteries-they are not the strongest batteries...they won't power your digital camera, but they will definitely power all your children's toys that are always needing batteries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9) Mister Plumber- very similar to Drano, but works just as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8) Gift bags-very cute and very affordable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7) Greeting Cards- 2 for $1 and there are some cute ones. I stocked up on these during Nate's deployments and sent him cards every few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6) DVDs/Books- these are hit and miss, but I've found some great finds in this area, including four discs with all the episodes of the classic &lt;em&gt;Davey&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Goliath&lt;/em&gt; DVD's that I grew up on (shoot, even my mom grew up on them).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5) Stocking Stuffers- come Christmas time, Dollar Tree is a goldmine for stocking stuffers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) Home/Office Supplies-cheap and cute pads for shopping lists, mailing envelops, school/toy room decorations, scrapbooking supplies, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) Fuel Injector Cleaner- (Nate is right beside me and he asked me to put that down along with Italian Ices, but since this is &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; list, I'll fit his two in one number. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) Household goods- shelf liner here is way cheaper than Wally World, dish rags, dish scrubber wands, pot holders, tupperware containers, baskets for storage, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) My number one buy at the Dollar Tree is (drum-roll please....) PREGNANCY TESTS!!! That may sound silly but they are VERY accurate (used to determine all of my pregnancies, very early on) and VERY affordable. They cost anywhere from $8 up at any other store and I always feel like I have to *know* I'm pregnant in order to buy one of those expensive puppies, but at only a dollar a pop, I can take one even if I have the slightest scare of being pregnant (like when I cried watching the Gilmore Girls finale on DVD). Please note...I'm not making any subtle announcements here. Corban and Caleb are keeping us plenty busy for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Although we are not an official endorsement for The Dollar Tree, (that would be nice!) these are the things that have worked for &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; family. On the other hand, I will mention a few things that we steer clear from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) Most toys- most are made in China and have cheap paint on them...not good for kids who like to put things in their mouth. (Although we have found some great puzzles, kids books, balls, etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) Products like "namebrand" toothpaste, aspirin, etc. that can't be guaranteed to be from the actual manufacturer of the items. (i.e. Colgate toothpaste made in China) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) Some cleaners are cheaply made and just don't do the job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) Most food items-most we have tried have tasted like "pooeys" (as Corban would say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, that's our opinion, take it for what's it worth. I'd love to hear what your opinions on top finds and steer clear items are at your Dollar Tree. &lt;/span&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/3918592964663637150-7747417204429455485?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7747417204429455485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=7747417204429455485&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/7747417204429455485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/7747417204429455485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/07/dollar-tree-fans.html' title='Dollar Tree Fans'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIwGRWfUyQI/AAAAAAAAAIM/VolpjrE5AgE/s72-c/dollartree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-1408256717260810684</id><published>2008-07-25T22:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:44:37.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Ju Ju, A new Choo Choo, and a new Hair Do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqbp1VDinI/AAAAAAAAAHU/OTTEO16PvfU/s1600-h/July+08+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227161460509215346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqbp1VDinI/AAAAAAAAAHU/OTTEO16PvfU/s320/July+08+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Nate's sister Julie and her husband Kevin made the move from Breckenridge, CO to Memphis, TN this week and decided to take the detour to come visit us for a couple of days on the way. We were SO HAPPY to see them, as we have been aching for family since we've been away. It was so nice to have visitors too! Being that they lived in Breckenridge where there is a population of 3,000 people who live there year round, the population of 18,000 in Altus, seemed big to them. In fact, they kept trying to convince us that it's really not that small of a town, though I'm not buying it. However, I do admit, it did seem bigger on the ten minute tour as we were pointing out all the things that we DO have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqbqft18zI/AAAAAAAAAHc/yFrCv-SNnTk/s1600-h/July+08+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227161471887471410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqbqft18zI/AAAAAAAAAHc/yFrCv-SNnTk/s320/July+08+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; This is Corban with Aunt "Ju Ju". We told him his aunt Ju Ju was coming to our house for a visit and he confused it with a "Choo Choo train" and was so excited running around saying "Choo Choo!!!" He would have been really disappointed, except for the fact that she brought him a choo choo train, hat, and whistle. He now loves his Aunt Ju Ju and his Choo Choo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqbqi1fS8I/AAAAAAAAAHk/wdvy11HoehU/s1600-h/July+08+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227161472724847554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqbqi1fS8I/AAAAAAAAAHk/wdvy11HoehU/s320/July+08+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Uncle Kevin is always looking out for the little guy and spent a lot of time with Caleb. He's gonna be a great dad someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqbrOWQrGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/w_ItXVibnzs/s1600-h/July+08+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227161484405025890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqbrOWQrGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/w_ItXVibnzs/s320/July+08+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; One of the afternoons during their visit, we decided to give Corban his first hair cut. Nate didn't want me to do it because he thinks it's silly that "a woman becomes a mom and all of the sudden she thinks she has the ability to cut boy's hair". The nerve I tell you. Just kidding. I was very glad not to be the one to have to answer to this home job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqbrfEWHKI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bgcPSNByot8/s1600-h/July+08+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227161488893287586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqbrfEWHKI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bgcPSNByot8/s320/July+08+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; It's amazing how much older our buddy looks without his red thick curls. It makes me want to cry. He acts older too. At least we don't have people saying "Oh, what pretty red curls she has" anymore, though how people can confuse a airplane wearing, choo choo train toting, race car sounding boy for a girl is beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqhIayXgVI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CcsyWRxT40E/s1600-h/July+08+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227167483518484818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqhIayXgVI/AAAAAAAAAH8/CcsyWRxT40E/s320/July+08+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and here is baby Caleb, chillin' in his favorite outfit, his birthday suit...relaxing after a hard day of crying, eating, pooping, crying, whining, sleeping, crying, and did I mention crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3918592964663637150-1408256717260810684?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1408256717260810684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=1408256717260810684&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/1408256717260810684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/1408256717260810684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/07/aunt-ju-ju-new-choo-choo-and-new-hair.html' title='Aunt Ju Ju, A new Choo Choo, and a new Hair Do.'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqbp1VDinI/AAAAAAAAAHU/OTTEO16PvfU/s72-c/July+08+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-2998679151991326271</id><published>2008-07-24T09:41:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:44:06.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Amazing What a Little Paint and Carpet Can Do!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have a feeling that my chances of getting a lot of visitors down here are... well... let's just say I probably have a better chance of a Target, Home Depot, or Old Navy coming here during our stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting pictures of our house and it's progress so you can see our humble abode, without making the adventure to Altus. (although, we would LOVE more visitors...ANYTIME!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to post before and after pictures of our house on here for awhile now. I &lt;em&gt;wanted&lt;/em&gt; to wait until our house was completely unpacked, arranged, and cleaned to do so. I'm now realizing that it may &lt;em&gt;never ever ever&lt;/em&gt; get there. Oh well. So here is Pictures Phase One-The entryway, The dining room, and the living room, and family room. Here are the BEFORE pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqYC4hQIxI/AAAAAAAAAGc/B7GIlfuQe8U/s1600-h/entryway.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227157492815897362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqYC4hQIxI/AAAAAAAAAGc/B7GIlfuQe8U/s320/entryway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqYDDHxdkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Q9yg4Sp2RtQ/s1600-h/dining+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227157495661819458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqYDDHxdkI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Q9yg4Sp2RtQ/s320/dining+room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                          Former dining room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqYDNGwpaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kOuUNl1nZ3c/s1600-h/fireplace.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227157498341926306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqYDNGwpaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kOuUNl1nZ3c/s320/fireplace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqYDVwMjOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pIoRB7UM-40/s1600-h/family+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227157500663205090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqYDVwMjOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pIoRB7UM-40/s320/family+room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                               Old Family Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As you can see, the prior owner of our home liked blue. I mean LIKED. Every room sported the color in multiple fashions...blue carpet, blue curtains, blue bathroom countertops, blue walls, blue shelf lining, you. name. it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are the AFTER pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqYDojfMxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XgSHHf5TULg/s1600-h/July+08+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227157505710174994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqYDojfMxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XgSHHf5TULg/s320/July+08+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqYpiuyM0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/4mcnIXlWJmI/s1600-h/July+08+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227158156981973826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqYpiuyM0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/4mcnIXlWJmI/s320/July+08+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqYp9g2pJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/AMnrTIv_uUE/s1600-h/July+08+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227158164171302034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqYp9g2pJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/AMnrTIv_uUE/s320/July+08+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; This is our family room, although it looks like you have to climb over the couch to get to that bathroom in the back, in actuality there is a path behind the couches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really am amazed at what a difference new paint and carpet can do to a place. And maybe changing out a '70's light fixture or twelve. But alas here we are in our new home with freshly painted walls, clean new carpet, new hardwood floor, and a touch of Tolle all through out. Enjoy the pictures. And if it inspires you to take a trip out to B.F.E. (Is it Christian to use the term B.F.E.?? Probably not, but I can't bring myself to delete it...) then you are more than welcome to come stay at the Tolle Manor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-2998679151991326271?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2998679151991326271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=2998679151991326271&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/2998679151991326271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/2998679151991326271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-amazing-what-little-paint-and.html' title='It&apos;s Amazing What a Little Paint and Carpet Can Do!!!'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqYC4hQIxI/AAAAAAAAAGc/B7GIlfuQe8U/s72-c/entryway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-2034848700710227113</id><published>2008-07-20T22:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:42:25.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Tragedy...Really</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqPBMpEaQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/yXELHHMjfcQ/s1600-h/July+08+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227147568253004034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqPBMpEaQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/yXELHHMjfcQ/s320/July+08+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When Nate and I found out that we were assigned to Altus, we spent many hours pulling out our hair, feeling sorry for ourselves and asking "why us?" (only slightly exagerating). However, we were delighted to find out that Altus had gotten a STARBUCKS since we had last been here. We were excited. Altus was moving up in civilization, or so it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well...we just found out that after less than a year in business, the Altus Starbucks will be closing...(tear...). I told you it was a tragedy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not that we frequent the place. We are not big proponents of spending $4.00 for a cup of joe, no matter how perfect it may be. But it was nice to have the OPTION of going there and treating ourselves to a Java Chip Frappacino every once in awhile (and feeling like we are high society).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh Dear Starbucks... YOU WILL BE MISSED!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The full story is here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.altustimes.com/articles/2008/07/18/news/doc4880ebfbc62b1900396131.txt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.altustimes.com/articles/2008/07/18/news/doc4880ebfbc62b1900396131.txt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-2034848700710227113?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2034848700710227113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=2034848700710227113&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/2034848700710227113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/2034848700710227113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-tragedyreally.html' title='It&apos;s a Tragedy...Really'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SIqPBMpEaQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/yXELHHMjfcQ/s72-c/July+08+033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-1667836782786815101</id><published>2008-07-13T21:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:42:00.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, I didn't get everything on my "To Do" List done. It seems I was a little over ambitious, as always. I did however get a few things done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I got my hair cut. (Ignore the fact that I have no make-up in the picture...I wasn't really planning on going anywhere that day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SHq-0wY8o-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/BSmfysDMgXI/s1600-h/505.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222696531441525730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SHq-0wY8o-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/BSmfysDMgXI/s320/505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; It didn't turn out as good as I'd hoped, but with my crazy hair, I should have expected that. But Nate likes it, so that makes it worth it. At least I can't just pull it back in a pony tail anymore. It requires a little more work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I went to that garage sale that advertised a lot of toddler toys. However, I didn't end up buying any of them. I did however find a great deal on one of those scrapbook supply suitcase bag thingys. I've wanted one of those forever but they cost about $70-$100 new. I got this one, loaded with scrapbooking supplies, for $10.00. So I was happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I did get the mound of clothes cleaned from the boys room and just decided to clean the whole room while I was at it. I'm embarrassed to post a "before" picture, lest you think we usually live this disorganized and chaotic (we don't), but I'm gonna go ahead and do it so you can see the progess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SHrDsEL_sfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/O6ipI7StujI/s1600-h/510.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222701879695225330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SHrDsEL_sfI/AAAAAAAAAFE/O6ipI7StujI/s320/510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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;Before...(Yikes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SHq-1t_LUNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/V3fQgUEjslY/s1600-h/516.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222696547976433874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SHq-1t_LUNI/AAAAAAAAAEs/V3fQgUEjslY/s320/516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After...(still have some progress to make, but feeling a lot better about it...at least you can see the floor now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SHq-1w3pFLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/92PRrb7K_Gg/s1600-h/514.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222696548750136498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SHq-1w3pFLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/92PRrb7K_Gg/s320/514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Got the bedding on our bed (again, ignore the boxes surrounding it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SHq-2VshUwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3iuADELFIt8/s1600-h/515.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222696558635602690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SHq-2VshUwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/3iuADELFIt8/s320/515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still had time to bond with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-1667836782786815101?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1667836782786815101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=1667836782786815101&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/1667836782786815101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/1667836782786815101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/07/progress.html' title='Progress??'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SHq-0wY8o-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/BSmfysDMgXI/s72-c/505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-3636197805232566377</id><published>2008-07-11T21:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:41:28.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday's To Do List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SHgag-9GQ3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/0G2tlYMiGZQ/s1600-h/todo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221952921893487474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SHgag-9GQ3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/0G2tlYMiGZQ/s320/todo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm holding myself accountable to my blog readers (all five of you :), hoping that if it is in writing, and I know that you know what I need to get done, it will inspire me to get moving on it. So here is my "To Do" list for Saturday. Hopefully, I will take before and after pictures of my progess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) Go to the garage sale that was advertised as having lots of toddler toys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) Get hair cut and dyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) Get the mound of clothes in the boys room organized and put in drawers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) Three loads of laundry washed and put away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5) Clear off Vanity in Master bedroom and unpack three boxes labled "Master Bathroom Supplies"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6) Put bedding on Master Bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7) Set up Toy Area in Family Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8) Get blinds on the windows and take down the ugly blue curtains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9) Make up a menu for the upcoming week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10) Snuggle up with Nate to watch our Netflix movie that we've had for a week and haven't found the time to watch yet. (It's 10,000 B.C. in case you were curious.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That should do it for one day, since I have two "Mama's boys" who need their mama's CONSTANT attention. Thanks for reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-3636197805232566377?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3636197805232566377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=3636197805232566377&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/3636197805232566377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/3636197805232566377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/07/saturdays-to-do-list.html' title='Saturday&apos;s To Do List'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SHgag-9GQ3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/0G2tlYMiGZQ/s72-c/todo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-1582949610955879750</id><published>2008-07-09T20:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:41:07.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SHVpYKVt9_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/twljV50qKU0/s1600-h/039_39.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221195206819182578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SHVpYKVt9_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/twljV50qKU0/s320/039_39.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our family just got home from a nice holiday getaway. We went to Kansas for the Fourth of July weekend and just had a relaxing and exhausting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence Day is Nate's favorite holiday. He has missed two out of the last three years due to deployments, so it was nice to spend the Fourth of July together this year. We chose to celebrate in Hutchinson, because for a small town, they sure do throw a good celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of our family on Friday morning. Notice Nate and I have matching shirts, which he would never have agreed to.....I LOVE being in charge of the packing!! HA! And also, he HATES having his picture taken, so this was my lucky day. Matching shirts and a picture to prove it. And the fact that he smiled in the picture is icing on the cake! I LOVE HIM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SHVwTQdlgLI/AAAAAAAAADk/24rVRZaqZ90/s1600-h/044_44.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221202819144843442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SHVwTQdlgLI/AAAAAAAAADk/24rVRZaqZ90/s320/044_44.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corban waits patiently for the "fywolks" to go off. This kid is scared of NOTHING, which terrifies his mother. He kept running off into the crowd and wouldn't even look back. The loud bangs from the fireworks didn't even phase him. He forces me to stay on my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend, India, sent us this tent during our long stay in hotel rooms, but we use it all the time now...Corban is a big fan. (Thanks India!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SHVwT4DfPmI/AAAAAAAAADs/9rk08nqhrHQ/s1600-h/046_46.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221202829772799586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SHVwT4DfPmI/AAAAAAAAADs/9rk08nqhrHQ/s320/046_46.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOHHHH, AHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SHVwUtTV9XI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nMIFdArVZmc/s1600-h/049_49.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221202844066379122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SHVwUtTV9XI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nMIFdArVZmc/s320/049_49.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband put on a late night firework show for us. At the end of the night we were absolutely exhausted. Long day...parade, swimming, barbeque, fireworks, more fireworks, no naps, cranky children. We slept like rocks that night.&lt;br /&gt;What a great celebration of the freedom our country has! Let us not take it for granted! Please remember to keep our troops in prayer as the defend our great country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-1582949610955879750?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1582949610955879750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=1582949610955879750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/1582949610955879750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/1582949610955879750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-family-just-got-home-from-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SHVpYKVt9_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/twljV50qKU0/s72-c/039_39.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-4720641275522914102</id><published>2008-07-09T12:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:40:37.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Back in Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SHUBN4HT4nI/AAAAAAAAABs/J8j7Pt0xbGY/s1600-h/069_69.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221080680918934130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SHUBN4HT4nI/AAAAAAAAABs/J8j7Pt0xbGY/s320/069_69.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got the cable we needed in the wonderful land of Oz, so now we are back in business. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture I took this morning, so this is as up-to-date as it gets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corban is only smiling this big because he is squeezing the bejeebers out of Caleb (or "K-Love" as many kids here call him, including Nate and I). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corban gets his hair cut tomorrow so enjoy the wild orange locks while they are there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-4720641275522914102?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4720641275522914102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=4720641275522914102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/4720641275522914102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/4720641275522914102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/07/were-back-in-business.html' title='We&apos;re Back in Business'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SHUBN4HT4nI/AAAAAAAAABs/J8j7Pt0xbGY/s72-c/069_69.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-2169290502382586464</id><published>2008-06-29T12:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:40:12.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry No Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I haven't written in a while because I didn't want to post an update without pictures. But unfortunately, I cannot for the life of me find the USB cable for my camera to upload the pics to the computer. It's not the standard size of cable or I would just buy a new one, but they don't carry this kind anywhere in this one horse town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is an update sans pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corban...WOW! Mr. Personality. He has changed so much the past couple of months. He is talking so well and loves to be the center of attention. People always stop us in the store and comment on his red hair. He's getting sassy toward his mama though. We are trying to nip that in the bud real fast. It's funny how much easier parenting was before I had children! Being consistent is proving to be a much harder task than originally expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corban is all boy. He is a hyper little thing who loves airplanes, trains, and trucks. He has a new love in his life. She is a Hispanic little girl who has captured his heart name Dora. Can you say "Obsessed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SGfLgH6YjhI/AAAAAAAAABk/zz-4anQHnXs/s1600-h/dora.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217362446072188434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SGfLgH6YjhI/AAAAAAAAABk/zz-4anQHnXs/s320/dora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; "Dora" is the first word out of his mouth in the morning and the last word out of his mouth before he goes to bed. If I could, I would post the picture here of him in his Superman outfit, holding a pink Dora lunchbox that we found at a thrift store and he couldn't live without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb will be five months old this week. He is a sweetheart, happy go lucky baby. He LOVES cereal (and any other sneaky tastes daddy gives him). He's gotten a couple of boo-boos this week now that he has learned to roll with avengence. Nothing makes you feel like a bad mom more than hearing "the thump" and then the pause, and then the loud wailing afterwards. So far just a couple bad bruises and a puffed eye. Don't worry, I don't put him places he can roll off anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb's favorite toys are 1) his feet and 2) Corban. It's great to see these brothers adore each other. We pray they grow to be best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we are still adjusting to small town life. We are very excited to go home to Wichita for the 4th of July weekend. We are looking forward to shopping at any place other than Wal-Mart and storing up on some things that you just can't find here. Hopefully we can find a store with the right kind of cable and then I can post pictures. Or I could keep unpacking the boxes and hoping it mistakenly got put in a box labled "garage supplies" or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3918592964663637150-2169290502382586464?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2169290502382586464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=2169290502382586464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/2169290502382586464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/2169290502382586464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/sorry-no-pictures.html' title='Sorry No Pictures!'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SGfLgH6YjhI/AAAAAAAAABk/zz-4anQHnXs/s72-c/dora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-316902133736301541</id><published>2008-06-20T13:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:39:46.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally, after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*72 days in transition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*51 meals eaten out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*19 different hotel rooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1 really damaging storm and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*countless memories made, prayers uttered, and lessons learned,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE HOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humble as it may be right now (we still have a lot of damage to take care of) we are in a place we can call "ours". And we are thankful for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SFvwy3CloXI/AAAAAAAAABU/E7K7dlteWsU/s1600-h/large_l650199_3097331_img_0373.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214025750170411378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SFvwy3CloXI/AAAAAAAAABU/E7K7dlteWsU/s320/large_l650199_3097331_img_0373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                  Picture of our house pre-storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-316902133736301541?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/316902133736301541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=316902133736301541&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/316902133736301541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/316902133736301541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jFTrngtpcF8/SFvwy3CloXI/AAAAAAAAABU/E7K7dlteWsU/s72-c/large_l650199_3097331_img_0373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-8974180038162047797</id><published>2008-06-09T14:49:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:39:02.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When it Rains, It Pours...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Overall, our house is completely liveable save for the fact that there is glass everywhere and the carpets are soaked. Nate's Saturdays for the next couple of months will be spent doing minor repairs such as fixing the doors, minor roof repair, touch up paint, etc. Our moving truck is coming this Wednesday, so we will hopefully have all the glass picked up and carpets extracted by then. We now see it it was Providence that our stuff didn't come on time, or else there would have been a LOT more damage. We are thankful for home owners insurance, but not for deductibles. :) People have been real helpful. What a way to meet the neighbors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are still without electricity. Most of Altus has it back except for our area. It was *supposed* to come back on today, but we know how these things go. We are comfortably staying at the Hampton Inn. It's more inconvenient than anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are just so thankful that everyone is alright and no structural damage occured. The hotel across the field behind our house lost it's entire second floor and people down the street lost their garage. Several mobile homes tipped over and many people had it a lot worse than us. It seemed to be just a tiny short-lived twister, thankfully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks for all your prayers! Altus has turned out to be a little more adventurous than we originally thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-8974180038162047797?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8974180038162047797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=8974180038162047797&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/8974180038162047797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/8974180038162047797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it Rains, It Pours...'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3918592964663637150.post-549287163427343531</id><published>2008-06-07T21:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:38:04.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting a Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In my attempts to keep in touch with dearly loved family and friends, I am attempting to join the blogging world. Hopefully this will be a place you can come to for frequent updates on the Tolle family, current pictures, and all the exciting details of our Adventures in Altus. Oh, and I promise to provide you with more than you want to know information on the mundane day to day details that sometimes bore even myself and plenty of random ramblings. (And you thought you would miss me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering why I chose the title "The Jubilant Journal" I will tell you. After looking up the word "jubilant", I found it means "showing great joy, satisfaction, or triumph; rejoicing; exultant." None of these definitions are by any stretch characteristics of me. In fact, Nate occassionally calls me "Debbie Downer" (in jest) due to my tendency to see the glass as half empty. (I defend my honor by reminding him that I am a "realist".) However, I long to be full of the joy of the Lord. And with a title like "The Jubilant Journal" I can't help but strive to see God's goodness in every part of our lives. So bear with me as I grow in grace and joy. And feel free to grow with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully in my next post I will write about the "David" tornado that hit our town, but caused "Goliath" damage to our house. And I'll post pictures. So check back soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3918592964663637150-549287163427343531?l=thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/549287163427343531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3918592964663637150&amp;postID=549287163427343531&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/549287163427343531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3918592964663637150/posts/default/549287163427343531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejubilantjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/starting-blog.html' title='Starting a Blog'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11606151759957481870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
