<?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-1585734578692427396</id><updated>2012-02-28T17:50:20.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bushel of Brooks</title><subtitle type='html'>Currently a "bushel of boys" that I manage! While being a full-time mom and wife, I love to bake nearly anything and everything (while tasting along the way), exercise each day and challenge my body, spend time with family and friends, and most all ... enjoy the gifts and moments I get each day with my husband and two boys: Jonah and Reuben. Through it all, I want to come out with a smile and a heart directed towards the Lord.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-7051064963142357</id><published>2012-02-28T12:35:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T12:49:34.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPENDOUS Brownies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4iex_ruXRzg/T0089QG2m4I/AAAAAAAAA74/efzcvZplCMw/s1600/DSC05283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714290525196426114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4iex_ruXRzg/T0089QG2m4I/AAAAAAAAA74/efzcvZplCMw/s400/DSC05283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister sent me an email with a link to&lt;a href="http://whatsgabycooking.com/slutty-brownies/"&gt; some pretty amazing brownies &lt;/a&gt;that were brought to her work the other day (and now I have another food blog to check on for recipes!). We had talked on the phone a couple days before, and she assured me they were awesome! I requested that she find me the recipe, and of course, she followed through!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I obviously cannot claim any originality in this recipe. I followed it as directed, making my top and bottom layers from scratch, and thoroughly enjoying both the baking process, and the end result! They seem to be floating around on food blogs, so you may have already heard of them, or tried a similar variation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really, cannot, because I am who I am, call them by their given name. Therefore, I have dubbed them to be "Stupendous Brownies". Jonah helped me make them when Eli was at school last weekend, so that we could have a special treat waiting for Daddy once he got back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was impressed that the brownie layer stayed SUPER moist, with that hint of doughy-ness that I really like. Honestly, I love brownie dough, cookie dough. I mean, truly, licking the bowl once the creations are in the oven is nearly better to me than enjoying a treat once it is baked through (and I have passed that trait on to Jonah)! I like to bake to enjoy the process, a small tasting, and then enjoy even more giving some away afterwards than eating it myself! = )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714290520985492818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D5giA-Ik_JQ/T0089Aa43VI/AAAAAAAAA7w/N3jaIOfYdBs/s400/DSC05282.JPG" /&gt;This is not intended to become a food blog. But, honestly, into how much of my life does food come into play? A LOT. Feeding the boys, planning meals, shopping for the meals, figuring out how to get more healthful food into the four stomachs in this house, growing strong bodies ... don't we all! And, amidst that, bake a delicious treat or two! So, I couldn't help but share this one ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-7051064963142357?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7051064963142357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/02/stupendous-brownies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/7051064963142357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/7051064963142357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/02/stupendous-brownies.html' title='STUPENDOUS Brownies!'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4iex_ruXRzg/T0089QG2m4I/AAAAAAAAA74/efzcvZplCMw/s72-c/DSC05283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-6941136372822683272</id><published>2012-02-25T12:46:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T12:55:12.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Seuss Moment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l6xk4ruEcmk/T0lKNNoajlI/AAAAAAAAA7g/98Q0mE-SUNQ/s1600/DSC05287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713179193154113106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l6xk4ruEcmk/T0lKNNoajlI/AAAAAAAAA7g/98Q0mE-SUNQ/s400/DSC05287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today, all over the country, children could go various places and hear Dr. Seuss stories read to them. We have never actually made it to one of these times in past years ... but Eli is at school this weekend, and I had something that needed to be returned to Target. So, I decided that I would overlap the return with the 9-11am reading time they were having! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So glad that I did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little did I know that there would be a goody bag, complete with fruit snacks and a juice box to sip on while listening to The Lorax, Go Dogs Go, and Green Eggs and Ham! Both boys were completely excited - and they love all three of those books, so they sat for a good 20 minutes, enraptured with the tales, and joining several other kiddos and parents for a good "book moment". Never mind that it was in the middle of a Target store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew that once upon a time, Eli used to help run and read at these events ... but had missed some of the fun details. And when Daddy is away on a long weekend, and my little Reubs is fighting some serious allergy junk, this was just the little out-of-the-ordinary excursion that we needed to bring some extra cheer to our day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713179183157379106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uZgDbIPjoNM/T0lKMoZAgCI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/u5n_dkxCoz8/s400/DSC05288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, whether or not we end up seeing the film version of the The Lorax, we are going to enjoy our treats, and some silly moustaches too!&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/1585734578692427396-6941136372822683272?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6941136372822683272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/02/silly-seuss-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6941136372822683272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6941136372822683272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/02/silly-seuss-moment.html' title='Silly Seuss Moment!'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l6xk4ruEcmk/T0lKNNoajlI/AAAAAAAAA7g/98Q0mE-SUNQ/s72-c/DSC05287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-4266976689491085466</id><published>2012-02-23T13:00:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T13:06:35.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Bellies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there were three ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three pregnant sisters, that is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister-in-law - due in three weeks; Myself - due in eight weeks; and now my little sister - due in 27 weeks! My parents are getting three grandbabies born within six months of each other! Talk about a growing family ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712439664491723890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hFmH6Er2qYg/T0apm-rhfHI/AAAAAAAAA7M/GnkVbm9_OVg/s320/DSC05267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace and I will keep our pictures going together, but I was so excited to be able to add in Adrienne! God has blessed our family in many ways this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712439635937077602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TpfP8roqopo/T0aplUTkKWI/AAAAAAAAA7A/R5-eyAmx_mM/s320/DSC05270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the contrast here: little to "almost ready to meet her!"&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/1585734578692427396-4266976689491085466?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4266976689491085466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/02/growing-bellies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/4266976689491085466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/4266976689491085466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/02/growing-bellies.html' title='Growing Bellies'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hFmH6Er2qYg/T0apm-rhfHI/AAAAAAAAA7M/GnkVbm9_OVg/s72-c/DSC05267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-6427736219788867170</id><published>2012-02-17T12:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T13:08:32.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggs on the Brain</title><content type='html'>Perhaps it is a pregnancy thing ... or just my body craving extra protein for some reason, but I am constantly wanting to eat eggs! Boiled, fried, scrambled, whatever works! I do prefer scrambled eggs ... I just really like the fluffiness and warm feeling - especially on colder winter days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The unfortunate side is that I have high cholesteral (thanks, genes!), so I have to be careful how many egg yolks I consume. So, I often do mostly or all egg whites with my scrambles, and if I eat them boiled, throw out some of the yolks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two of my favorite dishes in the last couple weeks have been these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710212793701927890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aCsPbNmS4jY/Tz7ASCh-i9I/AAAAAAAAA60/8ODo7OX4khg/s320/DSC05195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;*A few leftover fajita veggies, tossed in with one whole/two whites scrambled, and then I added in some chopped kale. All warmed and cozy together in a skillet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710212784643765250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bm6_yv8NZnk/Tz7ARgyV9AI/AAAAAAAAA6o/UAYEoFLjOWg/s320/DSC05249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Sauteed Spinach (with just a bit of olive oil, minced garlic, salt 'n pepper), four egg whites scrambled and served over that bed of greens - YUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure that if I can eat lots of greens with my eggs, then all the more better! My sister - now 12 weeks pregnant - has said that she often has eggs every morning too! I'm not a big meat eater at all, so the protein is oh-so-good for me as I keep up my workouts. And maybe, just maybe, I'll get one of my boys to try some with me someday. They currently eye all plates of scrambled eggs with disdain ... = )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-6427736219788867170?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6427736219788867170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/02/eggs-on-brain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6427736219788867170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6427736219788867170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/02/eggs-on-brain.html' title='Eggs on the Brain'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aCsPbNmS4jY/Tz7ASCh-i9I/AAAAAAAAA60/8ODo7OX4khg/s72-c/DSC05195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-8399853450944933728</id><published>2012-02-13T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T16:32:01.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kf2adhJGp9E/TzmqUZT_0NI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Is5m1o4-GUM/s1600/DSC05233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708781270037680338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kf2adhJGp9E/TzmqUZT_0NI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Is5m1o4-GUM/s320/DSC05233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jonah had been asking me if it was springtime ... and I have kept attempting to explain that, no, it is in fact NOT springtime yet. "&lt;em&gt;But Mommy, I thought that we got snow in the wintertime". &lt;/em&gt;Theoretically, true! Usually quite true. Just hadn't been yet THIS winter. Yesterday I told him that he might wake up this morning and see some snow. And let me assure you that it was high excitement in our household once he first looked out the window! He didn't waste any time getting Reuben roused to share in the joy of S.N.O.W.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was rather hoping to find out that the preschool had been cancelled, and therefore classes at the gym, meaning we could all stay home and play all morning! Not so ... so all three boys bundled up and Jonah and Reuben joyfully "helped" shovel the porch and driveway before Eli drove Reuben and I to the gym, and Jonah to preschool. Promises were made of snowmen later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Eli took them out to the backyard before naptime to build a snowman, throw snowballs, and consume lots of cold snow! We couldn't fit sledding in with Eli's schedule ... but they knew no difference!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708781263095145394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f23GZMvuSwU/TzmqT_cxI7I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/IUhAOK7VVtY/s320/DSC05239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Our un-conventional Snowman Nose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708781256472273618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EkNd3D2Bdns/TzmqTmxwItI/AAAAAAAAA6E/kvVT_WnJ3CU/s320/DSC05213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Reuben "shoveling" with his plastic rake - and then eating the snow. Ah well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708780962508346882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2wYrDwsJoBA/TzmqCfrSlgI/AAAAAAAAA54/1YLE_eZuKsw/s320/DSC05212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;One HAPPY 4 year old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708780957656816498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hQ2H5aIhU9c/TzmqCNmmG3I/AAAAAAAAA5s/7Qb4tcEc12I/s320/DSC05228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Working with Daddy to finish the snowman ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708780704239208562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LdkcLThDTA0/TzmpzdjISHI/AAAAAAAAA5g/1t9qmxeBLnw/s320/DSC05222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"Mom, I kinda feel like a marshmallow!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-8399853450944933728?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8399853450944933728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/02/snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8399853450944933728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8399853450944933728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/02/snow.html' title='SNOW!!!!'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kf2adhJGp9E/TzmqUZT_0NI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Is5m1o4-GUM/s72-c/DSC05233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-8679708488271227819</id><published>2012-02-05T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T14:58:20.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your favorite?</title><content type='html'>Several weeks ago, we started asking the boys during evening reading time, or once they were tucked in: "&lt;em&gt;what was your favorite part of the day?"&lt;/em&gt; Hoping to get their thoughts together, or if they were cranky about going to bed - make them think of something that made them smile. Just to connect with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that each night we remembered: and with the crazy schedule, there are some nights we fly into the house at 8:30 and it is a geteveryoneintobedasfastasyoucan moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Reuben has now adopted it: Sometimes my brain wanders as I lay down beside him for a moment after covering him up, or I'm thinking "wow, I could practically doze off right now ..." and then this round, grinning little face turns towards mine and I hear: "&lt;em&gt;Momma, what was your fav-ite part a the day?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I recount a memory for him. He sighes and smiles. And then looks upwards at the wood slabs above him: "&lt;em&gt;Jonah, what was your fav-ite part a the day?" &lt;/em&gt;Of course, Jonah recounts nearly every details of his day that was fun - how CAN you pick just one thing??? And then we ask Reuben. Who often lays with his hands behind his head, looking deeply satisfied with his little life as he picks something about his day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps .... just perhaps this is sometimes a scheme to put off the inevitable moment of Mommy leaving the room and it truly is time to sleep .... but it's a moment to hear their little thoughts. Not clamorings for a treat, or pleading to be let out of a chore, but a sweet time to recall a gift from the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love it, each and every night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-8679708488271227819?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8679708488271227819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/02/whats-your-favorite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8679708488271227819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8679708488271227819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/02/whats-your-favorite.html' title='What&apos;s your favorite?'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-3499967431578325067</id><published>2012-02-02T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T12:43:47.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Emergence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;February? Already?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, the end of January - well, maybe ALL of January - seemed to go by pretty fast! I'm counting that as a blessing, seeing as I am now in my last trimester (maybe all if it will go by quickly!), and that we didn't have the cabin fever of January snows. Not that I mind snow. In fact, one or two good snows to get outside and sled it would be nice! But, we've enjoyed 60 degree weather days on and off all month long, and few to start February off with as well! The backyard has never seemed so fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have re-emerged from about 7 straight days of being too sick to go do much at all, and three trips to the doctor! Yay! This week has been getting back into our schedule, and playing again, and working on reading lessons with Jonah and all that good stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had lots of posts last week running through my head: but never seemed to find the right amount of time to get on the computer, work with pictures, and get them done. Ha! Oh well, that is the life of a mom, right? Reuben has been keeping us smiling with funny sayings he has picked up, so I want to get them all down before they leave my memory: hopefully later this week I can get that done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I wanted to post some smiles! Once everyone was feeling better, I felt like pulling out the camera one evening. Eli found an old hat of his (one that I remember him wearing a lot in college, when we were first interested in each other!), and the boys got a kick out of wearing it. They call it their fishing hat, but it gave me some fun memories to smile about with my hubby. THOSE are good moments to sit down and re-hash and laugh about together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704640951747172898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gLhIXbV05mE/Tyr0uJwJWiI/AAAAAAAAA5I/mlQrYKskWVM/s400/DSC05204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704640938072586162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IdJ-1hN_4LE/Tyr0tWz3t7I/AAAAAAAAA48/WjTCMsyQ_R8/s400/DSC05200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704640933986258274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jjJn1RW4zdc/Tyr0tHlnTWI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Imtg8JS3iTA/s400/DSC05205.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys are hoping that once spring is actually here, they'll be able to trying utilize these hats with their fishing poles!&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/1585734578692427396-3499967431578325067?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3499967431578325067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/02/re-emergence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/3499967431578325067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/3499967431578325067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/02/re-emergence.html' title='Re-Emergence'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gLhIXbV05mE/Tyr0uJwJWiI/AAAAAAAAA5I/mlQrYKskWVM/s72-c/DSC05204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-6130516994778911103</id><published>2012-01-27T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T12:54:46.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Troops Are -</title><content type='html'>W.E.A.R.Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well past weary, I think. Starting last Friday, the boys endured four days of fevers, which ended with Jonah having a double ear infection. That, unfortunately, overlapped with a weekend in which Eli was at school in Springfield. And I was suppose to work a couple busy days at the gym. So, I had to cancel some clients, stay home, appreciate my parents who braved the germs and watched the boys for a couple time spans in which I HAD to be at work, and take naps along with the boys so that I could be alive enough to care for their tears in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we might have been pulling out of it all by Tuesday or so - they just had lingering coughs, when I realized that I was running a low fever. My prayers probably sounded more like desperate begging, as I pleaded with God to heal me fast - on the other day Eli was away school! Fortunately, my fever last 24 hours, and quickly broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Reuben was up all night Wednesday, crying with a hand over his right ear. Back to the doctor we trooped yesterday afternoon. I was surprised with her concern over his breathing. His lungs didn't sound good, so not only antibiotics for the ear, but oral steroids and breathing treatments were prescribed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. MY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to those ardent prayers for protection over our household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the news that our transmission is gone in Eli's commuting car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he told me, he said he expected me to be more upset! But, actually, as over the past few days I had sought to find peace in the midst of chaos, tears, and a general state of "not happiness" in the house, peace came. Not that finding the money to figure out the car situation is going to be easy ... but faith is never easy. If it were, it wouldn't be faith, would it? I can't understand it, and I won't try to understand it, but it is going to be okay. We will have everything we need. Rambuctious boys will return to their mischievious ways; in one way or another, we'll be able to get where we need to to in some kind of vehicle; and I can rest assured that Someone else has a better plan than anything else I could come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am still tired. I still am pressing the Lord to give me just one good night of sleep this week! = ) But whether or not the answers come like I would like them, I have Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-6130516994778911103?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6130516994778911103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-troops-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6130516994778911103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6130516994778911103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-troops-are.html' title='And The Troops Are -'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-887257163079941452</id><published>2012-01-20T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:15:26.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zacchaeus Was A Wee Little Man ...</title><content type='html'>We have started reading a book with Jonah each night: "Leading Little Ones to God". My parents actually used it when I was little, and it is a way to break down who God is, who Jesus is, and everything in between! Eli and I had been talking about how in our daily life, we "talk" about God and Jesus all the time with the boys, but haven't always been as purposeful as we would like to sit down and explain. &lt;em&gt;What does Savior mean? What does it mean that God is our Father?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we began this little devotional, and Jonah is eating it up! The next day, he frequently brings back up the topics we've talked about and asks more questions. I love it! Reuben, of course, sits with us on the couch, but there aren't many pictures in the books, and he tends to start asking questions about completely random subjects.&lt;br /&gt;But last night, Eli was reading and Reuben was sitting in my lap. He listened for a couple minutes, and then kinda laid back and looked up at the ceiling. I figured his attention span was a goner. And then he looks at me and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mommy, Zacchaeus wanted to see Jesus."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zacchaeus? He did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes, and he climbed up in a tree, and then he gave his money back again"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he wanted to obey Jesus, didn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And they go to Zacchaeus' house"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you talk about Zacchaeus last? (because we hadn't read this story recently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In class"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toddler Children's Church. My sweet boy - I had no idea on a Thursday night, he would remember a lesson from Sunday morning and tell it back to me! We talked a bit longer, and then he was ready to snuggle in bed. But, even in a two year old, God is imprinting His story ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-887257163079941452?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/887257163079941452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/zacchaeus-was-wee-little-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/887257163079941452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/887257163079941452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/zacchaeus-was-wee-little-man.html' title='Zacchaeus Was A Wee Little Man ...'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-3117609522537764829</id><published>2012-01-17T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T13:36:18.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quinoa and Black Bean Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last week I decided I needed to make something out of the quinoa that had been sitting in my cabinet for a few weeks, and hadn't been cooked up into anything. I googled up some recipe ideas and found one on &lt;a href="http://www.epicurious.com/"&gt;epicurious&lt;/a&gt; that I wanted to tweak! I love quinoa salads that keep well in the fridge for a couple days and can be pulled out for a quick snack or meal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698717813644427970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BwxolGCwzls/TxXpqI13gsI/AAAAAAAAA4k/lFtzKVrLvmM/s320/DSC05186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quinoa and Black Bean Salad - Plus Kale!&lt;br /&gt;- 1 c. quinoa&lt;br /&gt;- 1 can black beans, rinsed and drained&lt;br /&gt;- 1 1/2 T. red-wine vinegar&lt;br /&gt;- 1/2 c. cooked corn&lt;br /&gt;- one diced green bell pepper&lt;br /&gt;- 3-4 heaping cups of chopped kale&lt;br /&gt;- 5 T. fresh lime juice&lt;br /&gt;- 1 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;- 1 1/4 tsp. ground cumin&lt;br /&gt;- 1/4 tsp. ground chipotle powder&lt;br /&gt;- 1/4 c. olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Wash quinoa in a fine sieve. Cook quinoa according to preferences (some like to boil, some like steam!). Cool. Toss beans with vinegar and salt and pepper to taste. Add corn, bell pepper, and kale. Mix well. Stir in quinoa. Whisk lime juice, seasonings, and olive oil together and pour over salad, mixing well. Salad can be served room temp, chilled, and stored in fridge! YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It deserves a note that quinoa and the black beans together make a complete protein. So, definitely a great option for a meatless meal day! I ate it up for three days and loved every bite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-3117609522537764829?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3117609522537764829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/quinoa-and-black-bean-salad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/3117609522537764829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/3117609522537764829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/quinoa-and-black-bean-salad.html' title='Quinoa and Black Bean Salad'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BwxolGCwzls/TxXpqI13gsI/AAAAAAAAA4k/lFtzKVrLvmM/s72-c/DSC05186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-256641137464156194</id><published>2012-01-15T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T16:26:48.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Beyond Measure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Today I feel overly blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It was my birthday weekend - and the last three days have been full of family time, time with Eli, time with the boys, time to relax, good workouts, and any other good thing you can throw in there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I wasn't looking towards the weekend thinking that it was going to be as amazing as it has been! Eli went out of his way to make sure that I felt treasured and appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I got woken up on Friday by Jonah running into my room, calling "Happy Birthday Mommy!!!!" And he was the first one up! That child never forgets anything ... and we got to hear the baby's heartbeat later that day, spend time eating a delicious dinner together and watch a silly movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Saturday morning was spent with Eli's family, and then time with my sister and mom before another evening at home with Eli and and boys, which was awesome! We almost never have two evenings in a row to relax at home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And today started with a wonderful church service, and fun lunch time with my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Overly full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Amazed at the blessings of family and friends that God has placed me in the midst of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The next time I have one of "those"days where nothing seems to go quite right, I need to remember this weekend and what I have right in front of me and be thankful!&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/1585734578692427396-256641137464156194?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/256641137464156194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/blessed-beyond-measure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/256641137464156194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/256641137464156194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/blessed-beyond-measure.html' title='Blessed Beyond Measure'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-7584253353304318378</id><published>2012-01-10T11:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T11:50:04.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Bumps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday I made sure that Grace and I had Eli take our picture together again. It has been too long! I have not been good about getting other "bump" pictures throughout this pregnancy, so this has been a way to at least give some indication of baby growing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696092601439385538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e_B-x7Nv8G8/TwyWCrSGd8I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/SQVbWrxZ3ig/s320/DSC05183.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: 25 weeks; Grace: 30 weeks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;There was a baby shower for Grace on Saturday with many many friends and family. It was so fun! So many adorable and sweet little girl things! I am excited for my neice to be arriving in two months' time! ... And quite happy at the time thought that I have only three more months to go as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696092596016655938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-73Y1rjKt9LM/TwyWCXFOLkI/AAAAAAAAA4M/AUlM-B30Qp0/s320/DSC05185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-7584253353304318378?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7584253353304318378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-bumps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/7584253353304318378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/7584253353304318378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-bumps.html' title='Baby Bumps'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e_B-x7Nv8G8/TwyWCrSGd8I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/SQVbWrxZ3ig/s72-c/DSC05183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-6749595275423471744</id><published>2012-01-03T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T11:03:59.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Years and Counting ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ETq_3YBqQM/TwNQ_3Ux9xI/AAAAAAAAA4A/ugoYNBhmv1o/s1600/DSC03614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693483412039530258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ETq_3YBqQM/TwNQ_3Ux9xI/AAAAAAAAA4A/ugoYNBhmv1o/s400/DSC03614.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a moment to reflect on today: Eli's and mine eight year anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In many ways - we feel like we have been together much longer. Partners, lovers, co-laborers, parents, two people who fit together, complement each other, and in general completely enjoy being yoked together and trekking through all of life's moments hand in hand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet, I can still remember wedding planning, our wedding day, our honeymoon as if it was just yesterday! 8 years have been filled with many memories - and I enjoyed musing about them the past few days as I knew today was coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eli and I are VERY different, but he keeps me laughing, knows when to try and lighten his wife up, who sometimes tends to take life too seriously. = ) I balance his spontaneous side by trying to plan in advance so that we aren't caught too off guard by all the plans that fill our life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny to see the boys growing and see different characteristics of each other coming out in them - or perhaps, terrifying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way, I wouldn't have picked anyone else, and I am SO GRATEFUL that Eli chose me, and that God brought us together at just the right time in our lives. Together, we have gone through both wonderful and challenging times, and I know that there are many of both still lying before us! And I wouldn't want anyone to walk through it with me besides him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, Eli Brooks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-6749595275423471744?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6749595275423471744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/8-years-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6749595275423471744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6749595275423471744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/8-years-and-counting.html' title='8 Years and Counting ...'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ETq_3YBqQM/TwNQ_3Ux9xI/AAAAAAAAA4A/ugoYNBhmv1o/s72-c/DSC03614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-6211176630384958406</id><published>2012-01-02T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T14:09:46.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had great intentions during Christmas week (eep! and last week!) of posting updates and pictures to get all my Christmas memories safely tucked away on the blog. No such luck! I shouldn't have been surprised, with all the lovely business that was planned for each day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well, I will post some of my favorite photos from the past two weeks, and hope that the memories stick in my mind along with the pictures! And work on a new year's post for later on this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693158330649451938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ISG8UHwgVhg/TwIpVoxqnaI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/v9rztdrhouc/s320/DSC05097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Jonah before his preschool Christmas program: he was soooooo proud of his "tie-bow" outfit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693157791189689714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dl9gZWIBe5w/TwIo2PIb5XI/AAAAAAAAA3E/wUAAYb8R-M4/s320/DSC05117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Jonah, Reuben, and their adored Aunt Adi at Christmas at my parents' house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693157786182423218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-viF-ImpBaZ0/TwIo18enErI/AAAAAAAAA24/7E9Xky-ko6A/s320/DSC05134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Our present to Jonah: electric drums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693156643780750146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WGrQSRB3xyI/TwInzcs060I/AAAAAAAAA2s/Bm56oVGdOIU/s320/DSC05138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Eli's mom and siblings (minus his sister, her hubby and daughter) Christmas morning! Look at that pile of presents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693156638191861570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t7FMTJ874C8/TwInzH4VP0I/AAAAAAAAA2g/5eEJo4yID_o/s320/DSC05156.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Sisters! Eli's two younger sisters and myself Christmas morning at his parents' house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693154939493997106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RE4F-b4Hjzg/TwImQPvM2jI/AAAAAAAAA2U/4ojAzLwxaA4/s320/DSC05165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Cousins Mya and Jonah playing at Crown Center together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693154932299052450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5eGBj8eXTis/TwImP07ytaI/AAAAAAAAA2I/rA4m8jmfxpA/s320/DSC05167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;My Sweet Reuben at Fritz's Train Restaurant at Crown Center ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of amazingly wonderful time with family, time at church worshipping with so many others, and best of all: time with my boys! Eli and I enjoyed every minute of Christmas - as usual! Amidst the chaos, we often sat together on the couch at quiet moments to talk and catch up with each other. Can't wait to see what this year will bring ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-6211176630384958406?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6211176630384958406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/overdue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6211176630384958406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6211176630384958406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/overdue.html' title='Overdue!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ISG8UHwgVhg/TwIpVoxqnaI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/v9rztdrhouc/s72-c/DSC05097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-524917027000694346</id><published>2011-12-20T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T13:05:05.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone at Home</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a book club meeting - fabulous ladies! - and lucky for me, this month instead of reading a book (which I have NO DOUBT I would not have completed), &lt;a href="http://englishhawks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tracey&lt;/a&gt; brought a craft to do while we munched treats and chatted away. This had been on my calendar for a few weeks. Eli was planning to stay home and have a "Dude time" evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he got offered two tickets to the KU game that same night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I told him he needed to go! That kind of offer does not usually fall into our laps - and we LOVE KU Basketball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my sister and her hubby said they would watch the boys. Jonah had been asking to have his first "spend the night" at their house, so the plan was to send both boys with their jammies/pillows/etc., but I would be prepared to pick up Reuben at bedtime should he need to come home. He's never spent the night anywhere without me! He is still my baby boy ... my cuddler.&lt;br /&gt;So, I left my book club a little early to head back into town and give Adrienne a call. She didn't answer. About ten minutes later she texted me that "all was well and both boys were asleep". I came home to an empty house, and went to bed with no little voices saying goodnight, no night light on in the room across the hall, no fear of hearing stirring from the bunkbeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it was weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely grateful to Adrienne and Micah for even being willing to probably get a not-so-great night sleep in order to make two little boys grin from ear to ear, and to allow both Eli and I to get some time with friends! And Eli claims a "new era" has now entered our lives (he's totally starting to plan for our anniversary next month!), but it was still strange not to have my little boys at home with me. = ) As much as the bedtime can somtimes be a tug-of-war time, I missed those little faces resting amidst stuffed animals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-524917027000694346?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/524917027000694346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/12/alone-at-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/524917027000694346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/524917027000694346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/12/alone-at-home.html' title='Alone at Home'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-6375202859020613981</id><published>2011-12-16T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T12:28:13.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL BOY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Of4IztbXrI4/Tuupj7V4xYI/AAAAAAAAA18/JMYq4rZoI_8/s1600/DSC04999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686825389175391618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Of4IztbXrI4/Tuupj7V4xYI/AAAAAAAAA18/JMYq4rZoI_8/s320/DSC04999.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our sonogram was yesterday. We took Jonah and Reuben with us. Jonah was completely "involved" in the sonogram. He asked questions, and really seemed interested in looking at his sibling-on-the-way. Reuben, on the other hand, was much more interested in a matching game on Daddy's cell phone. = ) At least he sat quietly for the half hour!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sonographer set me all up, put the little wand on my stomach, and rolled over the baby. Eli said, "&lt;em&gt;Oh, that's a boy, isn't it?" &lt;/em&gt;She said, Well, I wasn't looking for what baby is yet, I was heading to check something else, but we can take a look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sure enough ... Baby Brooks #3 is a B.O.Y.! It was rather obvious all the way through the sonogram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didn't have a "feeling" one way or the other - but when many many of my friends and family said that they thought the baby would be a girl over the past few months, I commented back several times that it could just as easily be a boy, and that it wouldn't surprise me if it was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was going to be thrilled either way - and I already can't wait to meet this little guy. Will he be a blondie like his brothers? Or brown haired/eyed like his parents? What will his little personality be like? I'm suddenly now impatient to have him in my arms (and slightly impatient to leave all annoying lingering nausea behind me!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I figure that Eli and I have been given the big charge to raise strong, Godly men. Not a challenge to be taken lightly ... but one I am humbled to be handed. I truly love my bushel of boys - and I think my three amigos will be lots of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-6375202859020613981?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6375202859020613981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6375202859020613981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6375202859020613981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-boy.html' title='ALL BOY!'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Of4IztbXrI4/Tuupj7V4xYI/AAAAAAAAA18/JMYq4rZoI_8/s72-c/DSC04999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-5129225381633601068</id><published>2011-12-09T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T12:12:22.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornmeal at Its Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-baCeIFQdsyU/TuJri_rHH6I/AAAAAAAAA1w/1XTi4MdLduM/s1600/DSC05073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684223928646967202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-baCeIFQdsyU/TuJri_rHH6I/AAAAAAAAA1w/1XTi4MdLduM/s400/DSC05073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite "warm-up" comfort foods right now is Polenta. A fancy name for cooked cornmeal! But, it is SO good! And so healthy for you! It makes a great base for all kinds of toppings, or can sit in its own right as a tasty side dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week I created this dish as a meat-free dinner. I had basic ideas in mind when I went grocery shopping the day before, and then just went with what sounded good as I cooked away! It was ready in close to 20 minutes - gotta love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POLENTA TOPPED WITH PEPPERS AND ONIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 c. water&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. cornmeal&lt;br /&gt;extra milk&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. shredded low-fat cheddar cheese&lt;br /&gt;salt / pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring 1 1/2 c. of water to boil. Mix 1/2 c. of water with cornmeal until smooth. Slowly whisk into boiling water and return mixture to boil - it will become thick! Thin to desired consistency with milk (for creaminess factor). Add in salt, pepper, and cheese to taste. Keep warm over low heat and stir often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 large onion&lt;br /&gt;2 large green peppers&lt;br /&gt;oil&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves crushed garlic&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c. favorite vinaigrette (store bought or homemade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julienne cut onions and peppers. Heat oil in large pan and cook garlic 1 min. Add onion and peppers and cook until soft. Salt and pepper to taste, and stir in a little of that vinaigrette for extra flavor! Serve over polenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y.U.M. Eli loved this dish too - and it kept us very full all evening! Simple to make, and can be transformed a number of ways!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-5129225381633601068?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5129225381633601068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/12/cornmeal-at-its-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/5129225381633601068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/5129225381633601068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/12/cornmeal-at-its-best.html' title='Cornmeal at Its Best'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-baCeIFQdsyU/TuJri_rHH6I/AAAAAAAAA1w/1XTi4MdLduM/s72-c/DSC05073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-9016787723998112417</id><published>2011-12-06T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T11:10:07.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prep Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I am unabashedly a "holiday person". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I adore holidays - and have more plans and hopes of crafts/goodies/plans &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;than E.V.E.R. actually come to pass! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Of course, I love the Christmas season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I don't mind the so-called "hustle and bustle" of the t0-do lists &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(at least, most of the time!)&lt;br /&gt;because it just seems that it is a cheery time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A time to remember why this season even exists at all-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;and to wonder at the miracle of Jesus' birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;And what a wonderful way to look at the beauty of Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;through the eyes of children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683093310450966418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQ-lM3FyGUI/Tt5nQWrUH5I/AAAAAAAAA1k/-X6RHXVN8Gs/s320/DSC05024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;It's true that there is a great challenge of helping little eyes to see that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;the season is not about "getting",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;but about giving to others and seeing the big picture of Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;But, Eli and I love watching the boys' eyes light up as we pull out decorations,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;set up the nativity,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;arrange advent calendars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Their expectations are only of wonderful things: no jaded ideas here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;When we sang "Hark, the Herald Angels Sing" on Sunday morning at church,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Jonah just looked at me, with eyes opened wide and huge grin on his face -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;a Christmas song on Sunday morning! He couldn't remember the year before doing the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683093307923265746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mtGf57TQWPQ/Tt5nQNQqeNI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/qlY3nuIhZKM/s320/DSC05026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Now each evening that we're out after dark,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;the boys beg for me to take "a special way" to our destination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;so that we can hunt for houses with Christmas lights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The next three weeks are only going to go by too fast,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;and if I can keep that in mind as I plan each day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;we will savor the Gift that Christmas brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-9016787723998112417?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/9016787723998112417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/12/prep-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/9016787723998112417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/9016787723998112417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/12/prep-time.html' title='Prep Time!'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQ-lM3FyGUI/Tt5nQWrUH5I/AAAAAAAAA1k/-X6RHXVN8Gs/s72-c/DSC05024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-2445134894431250271</id><published>2011-11-29T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T13:56:00.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins-On-The-Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My little brother's wife is also pregnant. Isaac and Grace's baby is a miracle baby! Amazing story ... in a nutshell: Grace had been told that she would probably never conceive naturally. They started down the road of working with doctors and considering "bigger procedures" or adoption to start a family. And then! She found out she was pregnant this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still remember - she hunted me down at the gym one Saturday morning to tell me! I think we both had tears in our eyes. We are so grateful to the Lord for this gift of life within her. We are about 5 weeks apart in our pregnancies, so these cousins will be wonderfully close in age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680538925607459298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dwHEFWTtkDM/TtVUDlmcmeI/AAAAAAAAA1I/b3g-DpWvolE/s320/DSC04887.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Mid-October: Grace = 17ish weeks; Me = 12ish weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680538921707306930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kzNm0q1KoQQ/TtVUDXEk_7I/AAAAAAAAA1A/l98L5Lfw2ws/s320/DSC04886.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace and Isaac are expecting a baby girl to arrive mid-March (the first girl grandbaby for my parents). I will have a sonogram on December 15th - and IF the baby cooperates, Eli and I hope to find out whether we are building a basketball team, or a girl will enter our Bushel of Brooks! It is wonderful to share this journey with Grace - she is going to be an amazing mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Mid-November: Grace = 22 weeks; Me = 17 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680538335405979426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rIA3GQVJf8k/TtVThO7ctyI/AAAAAAAAA00/htooKscRIXE/s320/DSC05015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680538327725204914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4xCDGyBKT8I/TtVTgyUNZbI/AAAAAAAAA0o/HLzBkMfbMUE/s320/DSC05016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-2445134894431250271?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2445134894431250271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/cousins-on-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/2445134894431250271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/2445134894431250271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/cousins-on-way.html' title='Cousins-On-The-Way'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dwHEFWTtkDM/TtVUDlmcmeI/AAAAAAAAA1I/b3g-DpWvolE/s72-c/DSC04887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-3896052010420227266</id><published>2011-11-26T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T17:37:01.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Way to Start the Holiday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WSPjpm6VZHA/TtGTUMFz6HI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/-xIbmtbU-j0/s1600/DSC05049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679482580143171698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WSPjpm6VZHA/TtGTUMFz6HI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/-xIbmtbU-j0/s320/DSC05049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We started out Thanksgiving morning heading over to North Lawrence for the Thanksgiving Day Run. It's a 5K that has been going on for quite some time ... but this was our first year to participate! We're often in Arkansas with my grandma for Thanksgiving - but weren't able to go this year. So, Eli and I decided to take advantage on the opportunity to get involved in the run. Eli's sister, Jessica (a dedicated work out-er just like me!), immediately jumped on board with us and helped us recruit the other 4 Brooks siblings to join in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6 Brooks siblings, myself, and our niece Mya were signed up and ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The race itself could not have been more perfect. The weather was mild for late November, the sun was shining, and we joined over 1,000 other runners for great run! I pushed myself hard, and was proud that I finished in better time than in the WOW run last month! Then, after we congratulated each other, Eli jogged a half-mile kids' run with Jonah. This was Jonah's first race ... and he was SOOOOOO excited! He earned a "gold medal" and excitedly told me many times throughout the day that he was going to race "every race" with me in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679482582923124242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNll73MBxew/TtGTUWcmnhI/AAAAAAAAA0c/LGxUS5Qn60w/s320/DSC05035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Seth and I were the first Brooks to cross the finish line! Woo hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679481654387590930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uw-76WMYiFU/TtGSeTYexxI/AAAAAAAAA0E/5LxIeQu0EP8/s320/DSC05043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You can see Eli with the blue bandana on - just crossing Jonah's finish line with him and helping him get his medal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679481649306798306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Cj3Tai4l38/TtGSeAdICOI/AAAAAAAAAz4/zpgFryntrOo/s320/DSC05048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The four of us after ALL the fun was over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the race and post-race showers, we headed back to my in-laws to cook and prep a delicious dinner while the guys headed out to do some clay pigeon shooting. It was a fun day, filled with lots of times to remember, and left me full of Thankfulness! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-3896052010420227266?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3896052010420227266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/way-to-start-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/3896052010420227266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/3896052010420227266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/way-to-start-holiday.html' title='A Way to Start the Holiday!'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WSPjpm6VZHA/TtGTUMFz6HI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/-xIbmtbU-j0/s72-c/DSC05049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-8606068451434476222</id><published>2011-11-21T17:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T17:51:25.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renewed Focus</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at church, the message was on an attitude makeoever: Being Thankful. I needed to hear this! I deceptively think that I am "decent" at being thankful throughout my day ... but the truth is that I am a total failure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the message was shared, I thought back to the week before, and several times during the week when it was tough to stay positive, when I ended up frustrated at an unchangable circumstance, or lost patience with the boys, or felt discouraged in relationships. I cannot change my circumstances, my house, the trials I have to walk through - but I can make my attitude make the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These scenarios came to mind:&lt;br /&gt;- I L.O.V.E. my two little blondies ... but they can drive me bananas at times! But how often, even when they have disobeyed or pushing mine/Eli's/each other's buttons, do I stop to thank the Lord for them? So many months of praying for a baby before Jonah was born - each day I must stop and thank God for them, amidst the challenges of raising a child. An attitude adjustment for me means that God will give me a different focus, a different way to cope, a different way to help them find a better solution.&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes I feel discouraged at work - I feel like I missed some enthusiasm in a class, or should have said something, or who knows! Instead, before the last two classes I taught, I spent some time thanking God for my job, for all the ladies who have inspired me at work, for the opportunity I so craved - and He gave it to me! It made class so much more fun!&lt;br /&gt;- My house. My sweet little house ... that I honestly just wish was a little bigger! I can't wait for the day when I have a living room and dining room that I can host people in! And in my heart, I probably gripe WAY TO MUCH about this. Hello! How many people don't even have their own home, or even a roof over their heads? I have no right to complain. Today, as I woke up, I spent time just giving thanks for my home. Our home. It is cozy, it's warm as the weather turns cold, and God has blessed our family here. Heck, the new baby might sleep in a dresser drawer or something - BUT, I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many more. If I can be thankful in all circumstances, at all times during the day, then I can't wait to look back in two weeks and be awed at how different those two weeks will feel compared to times when I thought I just needed "buck up and get through" tough days. And seriously! Who wants the alternative?&lt;br /&gt;- Discouraged&lt;br /&gt;- Grumpy&lt;br /&gt;- Self-Pity&lt;br /&gt;- Whining&lt;br /&gt;- Complaining&lt;br /&gt;- and so many more.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want to be around someone who was stuck in those ruts - why would I want to be like that???? So, today, as once again I was sick in the bathroom early in the morning, I decided instead of begging God to have mercy on me and make me better, I thanked Him for this baby. We're so excited to meet this little one, to add to the silliness around the house ... once this baby is in my arms I will put aside the months and months of being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stop and think, it's incomprehensible how many blessings there are in my life. How much I have to be thankful for! Now if I can make it a part of me enough that I don't have to stop and think, but it becomes who I am ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-8606068451434476222?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8606068451434476222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/renewed-focus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8606068451434476222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8606068451434476222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/renewed-focus.html' title='Renewed Focus'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-7866097125746715219</id><published>2011-11-14T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T17:58:32.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin' Crafty</title><content type='html'>I have great intentions of being crafty. In fact, I see many crafts for my house that I long to undertake and accomplish. Probably fortunately for myself, I like quick projects that I can assure myself will be completed quickly! Which also means I don't actually &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;that many fancy craft projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonah L.O.V.E.S. doing crafts. Nearly every afternoon he sits down at the table:&lt;em&gt; Mommy, can we make a craft together? &lt;/em&gt;I try and take advantage of seasons and holidays to keep my brain working and get ideas off the internet and from friends and preschool! Or sit him down with paper, glue, and cotton balls to keep him busy if I am needing to give the house some much needed attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I had been waiting to get a turkey done. Just because! I can't even remember why, but last week seemed busy and tiring, and I am looking forward to a week of serious cleaning and packing up the house (we're getting new carpet on Friday - YEARS in coming! I can finally have people over without serious embarrassment about the stains), and I just wasn't sure all the cutting would get done. I know, it's rather silly that it seemed like an undertaking ... but it just &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, Eli had school all day today, and won't be home 'til midnight. The boys and I had the evening to ourselves. We often find somewhere to visit on these lonely evenings, but tonight I decided to hunker inside, make our turkeys, read some books, and let them end with one Backyardigans show! So, two turkeys got created (Reuben refused to let us take a picture of his).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675035165306106434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6FelkDbqoxs/TsHGakvrskI/AAAAAAAAAzs/btOO8j7Eg-o/s400/DSC05018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure how much Thanksgiving-y decorations I'll attempt to put up this weekend after we try and return the house to normal - or if I'll just decide to head straight to putting up the Christmas tree!!! Either way, I am soooooooooo ready to head straight into the holidays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-7866097125746715219?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7866097125746715219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/gettin-crafty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/7866097125746715219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/7866097125746715219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/gettin-crafty.html' title='Gettin&apos; Crafty'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6FelkDbqoxs/TsHGakvrskI/AAAAAAAAAzs/btOO8j7Eg-o/s72-c/DSC05018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-2840404708052100256</id><published>2011-11-13T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T13:43:56.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>I am filled with gratitude for my family today. We had lunch with my side of the family to celebrate my brother-in-law's birthday, and my sister-in-law's birthday as well! We all (sans my oldest sister who wasn't able to come) headed over to my younger brother and his wife's house for a potluck lunch. Weather today was gorgeous, so all 4 little boys ran around outside and plan wonderfully together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674599195218106514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B8xjYmGk07M/TsA55xmxWJI/AAAAAAAAAzg/8ynSw9mpwN0/s400/DSC04876.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited, laughed, planned ideas for Thanksgiving and Christmas, and just enjoyed a couple of hours to catch up with each other. And my sister-in-law, Grace, and I got two more pictures together (we are five weeks apart in our pregnancies!), which I'll post soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli and I often remind each other how BLESSED we are to live in Lawrence, where the majority of our siblings all live, our parents live (both sets still married to each other), and we don't have to travel to spend time with them. Yes, it may not be that way forever. People change jobs, move - heck, we were planning to move to Latin America for goodness sakes! But, this time in such close proximity to them is a gift from the Lord ... and we don't want to take it for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-2840404708052100256?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2840404708052100256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/2840404708052100256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/2840404708052100256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B8xjYmGk07M/TsA55xmxWJI/AAAAAAAAAzg/8ynSw9mpwN0/s72-c/DSC04876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-912817232083120294</id><published>2011-11-07T13:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T13:08:46.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Jonah, To God</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning before church, Jonah asked me to get on the computer to print out some coloring pages "&lt;em&gt;with pictures of Jesus on them" &lt;/em&gt;So, I hopped on and printed out some sheets for him to color with all the crayons and markers he had set up on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reuben sat beside him and they worked away on pictures while I finished getting myself ready for church and putting away a few things in my bedroom. They were coloring peacefully together, so I took the moment to enjoy some peace myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah called me back into the kitchen to show me his pictures. Three that he had pretty carefully colored inside the lines and taken time with. One, he said, was for his Children's Church teacher that he adores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other two???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I colored these two for God. I am going to save them and take them to Him when we go to live with Him in heaven.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet boy. He loves to talk about God, and how God loves him and listens when he needs to talk to Him. And this was what he could imagine would mean something to his Lord. = ) We tucked them away carefully ... this makes me so excited for discussions about the true meaning of Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-912817232083120294?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/912817232083120294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/from-jonah-to-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/912817232083120294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/912817232083120294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/from-jonah-to-god.html' title='From Jonah, To God'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-8254548415587866352</id><published>2011-11-05T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T14:00:38.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tirzah</title><content type='html'>I have this absolutely adorable niece, Tirzah. You might remember that we took care of her when she was smaller - before I started training at the gym. Now, we just enjoy time with her anytime that we get to see and play with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671618919475868658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3obGYMVuWgM/TrWjW5S-c_I/AAAAAAAAAyY/44_1GOWEGRU/s320/DSC04960.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just turned 1 year old last weekend, sports the sweetest smile, and is venturing to walk on her own. My boys absolutely &lt;em&gt;adore &lt;/em&gt;their cousin, and work their hardest to get her to giggle and laugh at silly antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671618932817054802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jlwnUzfCWv0/TrWjXq_wzFI/AAAAAAAAAyw/cqv6P3k4Fjc/s320/DSC04991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sis-in-law gave us a cute little bug to take pictures of Monday at the Harvest Party at church. My boys? I could not get a good picture of them in their costumes on Monday. Sigh. Maybe next year I'll be better - I'll blame it on the fact that Eli and I were running around like chickens with our heads cut off since their was our first year running the show. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671618925013061106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p8R57JA4Wls/TrWjXN7JTfI/AAAAAAAAAyk/mqP-ye53kvc/s320/DSC04992.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is hoping that when I have my sonogram in about a month, that maybe Tirzah will get a baby &lt;em&gt;girl&lt;/em&gt; cousin to grow up with. Grin. I, personally, will be thrilled with a boy or a girl ... if it's not a girl, though, Tirzah might get more spoiling from the boys and I!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-8254548415587866352?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8254548415587866352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/tirzah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8254548415587866352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8254548415587866352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/tirzah.html' title='Tirzah'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3obGYMVuWgM/TrWjW5S-c_I/AAAAAAAAAyY/44_1GOWEGRU/s72-c/DSC04960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-4744466708922592932</id><published>2011-10-30T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T07:09:13.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW Run 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each year the &lt;a href="http://www.bodybofitness.com/"&gt;gym&lt;/a&gt; hosts a 5K run to benefit a local organization. The run is held in October. This year it benefited Women Build Habitat for Humanity. I ran it last year, and yesterday, Eli ran it with me! To me, this meant so much that he would run with me. Eli does like fitness and weights ... just not as crazy as me! So, this was like a little boost to get to do something together. He has been doing some running to get ready - not as much as he would have liked do to an I.N.S.A.N.E. schedule in October this year - but he still did awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We woke up bright and early (although it was still dark outside!) to get ourselves ready to go. My dad came over to watch the boys while we went. We joined about 270 other runners for a crisp - think 40 degrees - autumn morning run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669286422697410978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fH6_hJSzPCQ/Tq1Z9trTAaI/AAAAAAAAAyI/nexojN7OrOI/s320/DSC04932.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neither of us ran to "win", but to enjoy being outside together, supporting a great cause, and being around lots of great people. It was a hilly run through lots of beautiful neighborhoods. What was really fun was to see how many kids came to run with their parents - we're excited to maybe have Jonah do a run with us next year or the year after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://followmyfitsteps.com/"&gt;Natalie&lt;/a&gt; took our picture after the run, and commented that if Baby No. 3 becomes a marathon runner, it wouldn't be a surprise! 3+ months pregnant, and I felt great as I ran. We're thinking that we might be running the Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving morning in a few weeks and recuit some other family members to join. = )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669286415523961394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yv6jSV1A6rE/Tq1Z9S9A2jI/AAAAAAAAAyA/2tn1XDqi1iM/s320/DSC04933.JPG" /&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/1585734578692427396-4744466708922592932?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4744466708922592932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/10/wow-run-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/4744466708922592932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/4744466708922592932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/10/wow-run-2011.html' title='WOW Run 2011'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fH6_hJSzPCQ/Tq1Z9trTAaI/AAAAAAAAAyI/nexojN7OrOI/s72-c/DSC04932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-5814242420876772685</id><published>2011-10-27T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T13:12:32.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin "Sherbet"</title><content type='html'>I love all things pumpkin. Pretty sure I haven't met a pumpkin recipe that I haven't liked! I have 7 cans of pureed pumpkin just sitting in my kitchen shelves, begging to be made into something delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled across &lt;a href="http://www.skinnytaste.com/"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt; and found &lt;a href="http://www.skinnytaste.com/2011/10/pumpkin-sherbet.html"&gt;this recipe &lt;/a&gt;for Pumpkin Sherbet. Okay, so I have been calling it ice cream, but since it doesn't use cream, half and half, or butter, it really does resemble a sherbet-type consistency a bit more than ice cream. BUT, you cannot complain about the stats (and mine was lower in calories because of using Almond Milk and less sugar)! I modified the recipe a bit to suit what exactly I was looking for. Here is what I did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUMPKIN SHERBET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 1/4 c. Almond Milk - unsweetened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 c. pumpkin puree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/3 c. sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tsp. vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 tsp. cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 tsp. cloves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dash of salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I prepared the recipe as directed above, and made it in our "borrowed" countertop ice cream maker. YUM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668266756709744066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1et_a8uEGxk/Tqm6lV3W_cI/AAAAAAAAAx0/YEo5qmbRv98/s320/DSC04929.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see from our picture, the texture was a bit grainy from the pumpkin, but doesn't bother you when you're eating it. Eli and I both really liked it (although, he had to throw out his comment that it "would still taste even better with cream! - Well, yes, but my goal was a healthy dessert) and I think we will be making it again!&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/1585734578692427396-5814242420876772685?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5814242420876772685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-sherbet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/5814242420876772685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/5814242420876772685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-sherbet.html' title='Pumpkin &quot;Sherbet&quot;'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1et_a8uEGxk/Tqm6lV3W_cI/AAAAAAAAAx0/YEo5qmbRv98/s72-c/DSC04929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-1676931242253533072</id><published>2011-10-24T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T13:18:36.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Dollar City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;About a month ago, we attempting a trip to Branson, Missouri to visit Silver Dollar City. A theme park set in the 1800's that I have been going to with my family since I was in utero! Lots of great memories ... and one of the most family-friendly places in the world! Wholesome and fun. Well, that weekend it poured buckets of rain, and my morning sickness suddenly took a serious downtown. It was NOT good trip (although we did get to see some dear friends that we don't get to see often enough!) in regards to Silver Dollar City!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, we attempted again last Thursday and Friday for a quick trip! We have season passes, and wanted to take the boys ONE MORE TIME before it gets too cold! And this mama seriously needed a day or two away from home and work and feeling overwhelmed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was perfect. Amazingly beautiful weather ... no meltdowns (which is truly a miracle!) ... the boys enjoyed every second of the park ... Jonah rode his first (little) roller coaster ... and family time was great. My dad, Eli's mom, and Eli's little sister came along, which was really fun. Here are some good memories ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667154841044219298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TUt7xq2APQA/TqXHTVOTdaI/AAAAAAAAAxc/aN4lCKuvH0Y/s320/DSC04919.JPG" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Opa, Jonah, and Reuben petting the goats&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667152445518627538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pqQTYMB5IEY/TqXFH5MfwtI/AAAAAAAAAw8/2ON8U0HVXjk/s320/DSC04900.JPG" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reuben riding "ALL BY HIMSELF"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667152441323455266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-duMNIMFh5Oo/TqXFHpkSgyI/AAAAAAAAAws/vDikVzYBtPY/s320/DSC04893.JPG" /&gt; As always, I come home excited to return!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-1676931242253533072?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1676931242253533072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/10/silver-dollar-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/1676931242253533072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/1676931242253533072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/10/silver-dollar-city.html' title='Silver Dollar City'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TUt7xq2APQA/TqXHTVOTdaI/AAAAAAAAAxc/aN4lCKuvH0Y/s72-c/DSC04919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-5484664561838648884</id><published>2011-10-14T17:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T18:11:02.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Fall Indulgence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g-bf1-1iHvE/TpjaY7xrGJI/AAAAAAAAAu8/estGCdGGhhw/s1600/DSC04849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663516653316151442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g-bf1-1iHvE/TpjaY7xrGJI/AAAAAAAAAu8/estGCdGGhhw/s320/DSC04849.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JnsPF_wbHR0/TpjaYWq6VfI/AAAAAAAAAuw/2LB7pvzAZUI/s1600/DSC04845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663516643355678194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JnsPF_wbHR0/TpjaYWq6VfI/AAAAAAAAAuw/2LB7pvzAZUI/s320/DSC04845.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a fall candy love: candy pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, there isn't much to them besides probably straight sugar ... but I love them anyway! And, they only sell them once a year, right? So, I indulge and get a bag or two in October. And since all things chocolate make me violently ill, this might be the only sweet indulgence that I have been having of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Reuben decided to join me at the table one day to share a few = ) Much more fun to share with someone!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663516636165434162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H0IeV6VJ3Qs/TpjaX74n6zI/AAAAAAAAAuk/XTpEDBg-pW0/s320/DSC04846.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-5484664561838648884?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5484664561838648884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/10/annual-fall-indulgence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/5484664561838648884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/5484664561838648884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/10/annual-fall-indulgence.html' title='Annual Fall Indulgence'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g-bf1-1iHvE/TpjaY7xrGJI/AAAAAAAAAu8/estGCdGGhhw/s72-c/DSC04849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-4899210210464681520</id><published>2011-10-10T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T12:24:34.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milk and Eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What started as a way for our young marrieds' Bible study to "get out and DO something", rather than just talking about making a difference has turned into a valuable lesson for Jonah and Reuben.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't really remember how long, but I think it has been at least a year since the Bible study that Eli and I lead on Thursday evenings starting taking fresh milk and eggs to the Heartland Community Health Center. We had been talking a lot within the group about making a difference in our community, and wanted to find something we could do on a regular basis. We took a tour and met the director of HCHC, and decided that working with the food pantry would be perfect. We simply alternate weekends and deliver 15 half gallons of milk and 10 dozen eggs on Saturday morning, so that individuals and families can get more than just pantry goods when they need some extra help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, we typically each take one Saturday a month or so, and do the delivery. Sometimes couples stay and help run the time frame in which people come to get groceries: it depends on schedules and such. But, I like DOING something, you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, Jonah and Reuben look forward to our weekends. We usually have to get them up for an "up and at'em" to get to the grocery store and then the pantry in time. They jump right out of bed! We have had many a conversation during those Saturday morning drives about caring for others, and making sure that other kids have milk and eggs too. About not taking things for granted that we have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then when we get there, they each run their 1/2 gallons up the wheelchair ramp (because WHY ON EARTH would you take the stairs when you can run in a zig zag!), and put them away in the fridge. Back and forth, back and forth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661946018951926098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jt2UufQf_ik/TpNF5-0REVI/AAAAAAAAAuc/oms46j76T5s/s320/PA080074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Van loaded up after the grocery store ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661946008983302770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vsO1UNdTR9E/TpNF5Zrj8nI/AAAAAAAAAuU/zpnDVI3YH4Q/s320/PA080076.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Proud little helper...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I need to do more things like this with them ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-4899210210464681520?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4899210210464681520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/10/milk-and-eggs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/4899210210464681520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/4899210210464681520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/10/milk-and-eggs.html' title='Milk and Eggs'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jt2UufQf_ik/TpNF5-0REVI/AAAAAAAAAuc/oms46j76T5s/s72-c/PA080074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-8504775653014239057</id><published>2011-10-07T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T18:21:01.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch - Take One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M03BWp_eug0/To-krUwfc1I/AAAAAAAAAuM/3zvSD_0Mj1w/s1600/DSC04857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660924320841429842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M03BWp_eug0/To-krUwfc1I/AAAAAAAAAuM/3zvSD_0Mj1w/s320/DSC04857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Reuben and his "wittle" pumpkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning we headed to a local pumpkin patch with Jonah's preschool. This is a LONG awaited event! Jonah has been counting down days on a calendar to the "Pumpkin Patch Day"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had lots of fun: riding the hayride, looking at animals, picking out pumpkins, running through a haybale maze, sliding down slides, and enjoying friends. It was really windy and dusty, so we came home covered in a film of brown dust ... but it was worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660924310993688962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-78XmUZqkByc/To-kqwEm2YI/AAAAAAAAAuE/28PEulfdQj8/s320/DSC04854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I love this picture - such excitement in their faces! Jonah and his best buddy from preschool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660924303958122034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Hf13E74bPc/To-kqV3MnjI/AAAAAAAAAt8/PkzlrwEIvo4/s320/DSC04866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We DID try and get Reuben to smile! This was as best as it got ... = )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660924295966478626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kYigXFfNl5Q/To-kp4F10SI/AAAAAAAAAt0/pVR4XZOe7jA/s320/DSC04861.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bright sun and wind didn't give great pictures - but we had fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love the pumpkin patch so much, we may make another trip before October 31st!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-8504775653014239057?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8504775653014239057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-patch-take-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8504775653014239057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8504775653014239057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkin-patch-take-one.html' title='Pumpkin Patch - Take One'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M03BWp_eug0/To-krUwfc1I/AAAAAAAAAuM/3zvSD_0Mj1w/s72-c/DSC04857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-1292908483931558886</id><published>2011-09-28T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T14:07:21.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby In the Tummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;And yes, venting time is over. I have now recovered from my pathetic bout of self-pity! And each day I read Psalm 23 ... no matter how the valleys feel, I need not fear, Someone else can be my Light). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although we ended up telling the boys about the baby sooner than we had planned (due to morning sickness), I hadn't seen many indications that Reuben has paid any attention at all the facts of the matter. Jonah makes comments quite often on what color he thinks "our baby's" eyes will be, asking in what relation of time in terms of Christmas will the baby arrive, and is quite indignant that this baby causes his mommy to feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reuben has never said much: and we didn't expect him to. His little two-year-old world is entirely wrapped up in figuring out what is "mine" versus his brother's; how to avoid being put down for naps; running circles around the house; and then snuggling for books at night. He is my boy who keeps his mommy laughing and clamoring for more hugs from his sweet little arms and face. The one with the mischevious laugh and smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657519828324706914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AcWH4K_brHM/ToOMTx0F6mI/AAAAAAAAAts/_iBuLBkcGNY/s400/DSC04801.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then this morning after Jonah had gone to preschool, Eli and I were sitting at the table with Reuben while he had a drink. I asked him: "Reuben, how do you feel about your day today?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He looked at me, pulled up his shirt and looked at his stomach, and matter-of-factly replied: "&lt;em&gt;Well, I have a baby in my tummy. It will come out later."&lt;/em&gt; And proceeded to finish his drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently he has picked up on more "baby talk" than we had realized! = )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-1292908483931558886?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1292908483931558886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/09/baby-in-tummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/1292908483931558886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/1292908483931558886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/09/baby-in-tummy.html' title='Baby In the Tummy'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AcWH4K_brHM/ToOMTx0F6mI/AAAAAAAAAts/_iBuLBkcGNY/s72-c/DSC04801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-2868598948336502610</id><published>2011-09-23T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T14:10:44.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies Due</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(Warning: this is a "venting" post)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I need to apologize to every single woman that I know that has ever been pregnant and had any morning sickness symptoms! My pregnancy with Jonah had a few days of not feeling great, but overall, was pretty good! I kept working full-time, was super excited, and everything (at least as far as I remember!) felt pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reuben's had some more rough days. Of course, I've sort of blocked them out. But I've looked back at things I wrote ... and I wrote that I felt pretty sick during the first trimester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, fast-forward to present: OH MY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This third pregnancy has given me a big 'ole slap in the face! Although most mornings are okay, nearly every day is steady decline. Nausea gets worse, and I often end up in bed or on the couch. Basically out of order. I started taking anti-nausea medicine as soon as it got bad, and have continued to do so. But then this week the throwing up started. And it didn't seem to matter if I had taken medicine or not. Some days I haven't even kept saltines down. Good grief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is tough. I hate feeling sick, but I hate &lt;em&gt;being&lt;/em&gt; sick. Not able to wrestle around with the boys. Not able to cook dinner, get into projects, go on a date with Eli. Exercise sounds like a joke most days. And there is nothing I can do. Fight through the moments. Ask the boys to snuggle by me as much as they can tolerate. Gratefully accept my family's help any time they have offered it. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I haven't believed other women and their claims of morning sickness. But, my compassion level should have been exponentially higher! To feel like this - and for such an extended time - has been hard to get through. It's hard to think that it could go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends. It feels so isolating to be here alone most of the time! I miss laughing with Eli and boys and being silly with them. I do my best to muster all I have for my hours at work ... and then am often wiped for the rest of the day. It is lonely on the couch. The nausea is almost as mentally exhausting as physically. You start to wonder what is wrong with yourself. You start to feel like you're going slightly insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I hope I never downplay another's morning sickness. Give them all the love and support one person can give. And, by faith, remind them that it won't last forever - because it sure feels like it sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-2868598948336502610?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2868598948336502610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/09/apologies-due.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/2868598948336502610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/2868598948336502610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/09/apologies-due.html' title='Apologies Due'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-6270175661345554977</id><published>2011-09-16T12:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T12:41:11.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stubborn</title><content type='html'>Jonah has mostly given up naps altogether. It's rather sad for me. I utilized that small window of quietness to accomplish many things around my house! I still work to have him have a "quiet time" of his own, which is sometimes successful, sometimes a battle. But every now and then, that 4 year old hasn't slept well, or has had many busy days in a row, and is plain T.I.R.E.D. I believe I've mentioned before that he is exceptional at fighting through those tired moments and getting to the other (although somewhat crabbier) side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, in my current state of life, naps are sounding really good! There are some afternoons as of late, that it has seemed impossible to keep my eyes from sliding shut for a twenty minute cat nap to help the rest of the day livable. Even though I find myself resting on the couch more than I like in the afternoons due to intense nausea, I still feel tired! It's rather amazing to me. I prefer to go-go-go and push through things. My body isn't allowing me to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the other afternoon, I put Reuben down. Explained to Jonah that Mommy REALLY needed to rest in her bed for a short time ... didn't he want to just join me? A frown followed this suggestion. Fine by me. I told him he could play in the living room quietly. I dozed for about twenty minutes, I think, opened my eyes and saw him lying in the hallway outside my bedroom; blanket curled up under his head - and he was glaring at me. I knew he was tired that day. I asked him - again - if he wanted to lay by me. He shook his head. I closed my eyes, and when they opened a second twenty minutes later ... he was sound alseep in that same position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653044487780901026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IflAnCEzGW0/TnOmArGpIKI/AAAAAAAAAtk/aUIp7o8v-t8/s400/DSC04809.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stubborn (but very sweet looking) little boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-6270175661345554977?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6270175661345554977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/09/stubborn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6270175661345554977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6270175661345554977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/09/stubborn.html' title='Stubborn'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IflAnCEzGW0/TnOmArGpIKI/AAAAAAAAAtk/aUIp7o8v-t8/s72-c/DSC04809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-8538096480612932502</id><published>2011-09-12T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T13:54:26.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KITTENS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Although the boys wish this meant that we HAVE kittens, it got just about as good as it can get in terms of playing with kittens last Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed out to some friends' house in the country (ahhhhhhh, no city noises, no misquitoes, just breezes and quiet ...) for some BBQ and hanging out! We were the only couple with kiddos, but Jason and Audrey said "of course" the boys were welcome to come. They didn't need any pushing: Audrey said that farm kittens would be in abundance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Eli is allergic to cats, there will never be any kittens that get to reside in our home, so the boys and I are used to the fact that we just get to play with others' friendly cats when we get the chance. And who can resist sweet little kittens? (Besides Eli - who also professes a strong dislike for cats as well) The poor kittens got their share of being toted around, chased around, snuggled tight, and kissed. Although they most likely breathed a sigh of relief once the boys were being loaded up in the van to head home, it was one evening that is still being re-lived by Jonah and Reuben to anyone who will listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651578590879659362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GuzZkUIQGsI/Tm5wyPmVtWI/AAAAAAAAAtc/BYyyvfutg98/s320/DSC04810.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651578581212358610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BncQh3Iw-iQ/Tm5wxrleZ9I/AAAAAAAAAtU/bbnzu6im0FU/s320/DSC04817.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651578576973373218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TsIBa9UZeNo/Tm5wxby0nyI/AAAAAAAAAtM/qRABuMqR4Yk/s320/DSC04826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651578569801650082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1xINSMKF4_k/Tm5wxBE8z6I/AAAAAAAAAtE/Z_NZmqKisZg/s320/DSC04822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-8538096480612932502?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8538096480612932502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/09/kittens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8538096480612932502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8538096480612932502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/09/kittens.html' title='KITTENS!!!!!'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GuzZkUIQGsI/Tm5wyPmVtWI/AAAAAAAAAtc/BYyyvfutg98/s72-c/DSC04810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-2324700506915311102</id><published>2011-09-01T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T12:45:49.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up In Flames</title><content type='html'>I just got word about two hours ago that Eli's sister and husband's house has caught on fire. As far as I can understand, the husband was driving his motorcycle into their driveway over lunchtime, and the engine of his motorcycle caught on fire, and then caught his garage on fire, which led to some major damage on the house. I'm not even sure if the house itself is salvagable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, their dog made it out safe, and my sister-in-law was at work, and my sweet baby niece was at Grandma's house. No injuries. But really scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments like this always cause me to look around my house. What if it were me? What if it were my boys' room that was now non-existent ... their special toys, blankies, photos ... gone.&lt;br /&gt;What would I do? Would I be crying? Or would I just be hugging Eli, Jonah, and Reuben as tight as I could, thankful that we were just still okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't predict that - but I can be thankful. Thankful the Lord protected all of them, and be reminded that daily He has and is protecting me. And it is a reminder to me that the "things" in my house can't be what I treasure. I love memories - I love "stuff" that reminds me of a memory and there is a part of me that loves to store away things and keep them forever. But I am not guaranteed that ANY of that will be around for another day. What really matters? My relationships. My relationship with God, with my family and friends ... and even acquaintances in whose lives I can brighten a bit with a smile or kind word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my family's sake, I wish the events of today were reversible. But I won't take for granted the reminder to keep my own priorities in life straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-2324700506915311102?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2324700506915311102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/09/up-in-flames.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/2324700506915311102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/2324700506915311102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/09/up-in-flames.html' title='Up In Flames'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-6100567722950693188</id><published>2011-08-29T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T12:06:38.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonah</title><content type='html'>Last week was Jonah's first week of preschool for this year. He really needed a haircut ... but he bargained with us to keep it a little longer a few more days. No harm, really, so we agreed. And so, we spiked it! He loved it at first. Eli fixed it for him, and he was proud of his "do".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646356245455479938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l4tr805Wj1o/TlvjFu2upII/AAAAAAAAArc/qoHyLtsbgOs/s400/DSC04798.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then by dinnertime, he asked, &lt;em&gt;Mommy, can we get these spikes out of my hair?&lt;/em&gt; Why, Jonah? &lt;em&gt;Well, they are pokey and it makes owies on my head when I push down on my hair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spiked hair had lost it's appeal. We got home late that night from a conference at church, but Jonah wanted the fastest bath EVER - just to wash his hair out. Two days later ... we pulled out the Flowbee and buzzed it back down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-6100567722950693188?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6100567722950693188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/08/jonah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6100567722950693188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6100567722950693188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/08/jonah.html' title='Jonah'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l4tr805Wj1o/TlvjFu2upII/AAAAAAAAArc/qoHyLtsbgOs/s72-c/DSC04798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-1445402645985064781</id><published>2011-08-26T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T12:41:58.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep, Anyone???</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhhh, you forget sometimes how adequate sleep helps you get through each day until you start losing that sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reuben came down with one of his cheezing breathing issues following a cold (every two months it seems we deal with this!), so we were up with him all last weekend in the night during coughing fits. We've kinda figured out good tag-teaming methods so that we each at least get some stretches of sleep! I was super excited once Monday rolled around, because I could see that he was pulling out of it ... breathing treatments were going well and I knew we had rounded the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Wednesday: somehow a ridiculous amout of chiggers found Jonah. Unfortunately, I think it was in his preschool's yard. By Wednesday evening he was itching like crazy ... and in places that you don't really want to itch! We were up with him every couple hours because the itching was literally keeping him awake. S.O. G.L.A.D. that we had anti-itch cream in the hall closet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought that might end our nights' awake. We put Reuben down last night as normal, let Jonah sleep on our floor in case we were still putting on cream in the middle of the night. But Jonah slept hard and long - not a whimper from him. But at 3:30 a.m., Reuben was crying. The kind of crying that means his ears were hurting. Didn't want to be laid down flat. He would finally fall asleep ... 10 minutes he would be whimpering "Mommy, ooowww!" I took the first shift ... and Eli wonderfully took over at 4:30, and I was back for the next round at 6:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the week has been good. Jonah has enjoyed seeing preschool friends again - in some ways we have had a full and fun week. But I can't wait for just one night of good sleep! Tonight???? I hope so ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-1445402645985064781?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1445402645985064781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/08/sleep-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/1445402645985064781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/1445402645985064781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/08/sleep-anyone.html' title='Sleep, Anyone???'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-1519404922764877003</id><published>2011-08-19T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T17:30:02.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Days Fading Away</title><content type='html'>Can you feel it? Summer is almost over. Kids that attend public school have gone back, and most private schools start in the next weeks. Several homeschool families that we are friends with have started working through books. Although we're still having some pretty warm days, I think we're done with the 100+ degrees and extreme humidity. Thank the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonah goes to preschool next week. Same preschool he attended last year, but for three mornings a week, rather than just two. I realized that at some point next spring (gulp!!!), we're going to have a make a decision on further schooling. Veritas? Virtual School? Homeschool? How did my firstborn already made it this far? Thankfully, I can still put off the decision a little longer ... but I am thankful that he can attend preschool. I can see a difference in how he interacts with other kids, and it has helped with the "mommy-itis" that he struggles with. He is openly verbal about "just wanting to be with Mommy all the time", so we've seen him grow in the security of knowing that it is okay to enjoy spending time away from Mommy, and she always comes back to pick him up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we're enjoying our last few days. And back to the backyard we have headed ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642656823228483218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IMyAhJwObfY/Tk6-fBH3xpI/AAAAAAAAArI/epts1SjvZAQ/s320/DSC04789.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642656824009916114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EIcL7BkQuDU/Tk6-fECLftI/AAAAAAAAArA/ehSphO0NgYg/s320/DSC04790.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642656174144507250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vH0d_ewOkfw/Tk695PGMTXI/AAAAAAAAAq4/rh-2f6VK93A/s320/DSC04796.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642656168308768722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PBeED4NseXQ/Tk6945W1_9I/AAAAAAAAAqw/iVczyxoWsgw/s320/DSC04794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&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;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642656157951856386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iN7QJh10nsM/Tk694SxkDwI/AAAAAAAAAqo/SKoS6Pm0XUo/s320/DSC04791.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love love LOVE playing outside with my boys. They completely crack me up with their antics ... and I relish in seeing them play together as friends more and more. Although summertime is fun ... I will admit that I am excited for a more "set" schedule in our days - A.N.D. fall has so much to look forward to! Pumpkin Patch. Fall Scented Candles. Fire Pits. Camping. Apple Pies. Baking. Costumes. Colorful Leaves. Cooler Temperatures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahhhhhhh, it's a bittersweet goodbye to what has been such a wonderful summer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-1519404922764877003?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1519404922764877003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-days-fading-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/1519404922764877003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/1519404922764877003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-days-fading-away.html' title='Summer Days Fading Away'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IMyAhJwObfY/Tk6-fBH3xpI/AAAAAAAAArI/epts1SjvZAQ/s72-c/DSC04789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-5463275822823182320</id><published>2011-08-16T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T07:10:01.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Connected ... LITERALLY</title><content type='html'>Jonah seems to have had lots of days recently in which he &lt;em&gt;seemed&lt;/em&gt; pretty tired and could have used a little power nap to make it through the rest of the day. But, no. Not him. He'll power through it and get himself to some kind of a second wind. I usually stick him in a quiet spot with some toys and still give him a "quiet time", but when that time is up, he starts to follow me around the house. I'm usually attempting to use that time when Reuben is napping to work on dinner, clean the house, do a bit of paperwork, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the past two days this guy has been a.t. m.y. s.i.d.e. And not just wanting to be BY me, he walks around trying to put his head on my hip so that we are "in contact". It works if I'm standing still, but when I was trying to clean the kitchen, and he kept trying to walk right by my leg with his head in contact with my body ... it was a little much for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah, Jonah, what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Just being with you, Mommy. - big innocent eyes&lt;br /&gt;But can you get your head off of me???&lt;br /&gt;But Mommy ... I love you. - made them more like sad puppy eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, he's exhausted, doesn't know what to do with himself, so therefore, this seems to be the best option? Ahhhhhhh, time to scoop up and take to the couch for a book and a snuggle. Not that it seems like it works in terms of getting him to relax, but I figure better to take advantage of the moment in which closeness with Mommy is desired, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-5463275822823182320?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5463275822823182320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/08/connected-literally.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/5463275822823182320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/5463275822823182320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/08/connected-literally.html' title='Connected ... LITERALLY'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-2995870168307548012</id><published>2011-08-11T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T13:41:28.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Face</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhh, it's happening right before my eyes. Reuben is losing the "baby chub".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that he was ever chubby to begin with ... NOOOO, instead our doctor was always ordering us to feed him more and any full fat things that could be found to attempt to bring his weight up! = ) But, you know, that little baby/boy roundness is going away. He's getting taller, talking more (as in: &lt;em&gt;Mommy, don't pat my bottom&lt;/em&gt; when I was tucking him in last night), and his face is thinner. I don't want it to happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was putting him to bed, he decided that his hand was extremely interesting and was holding it up to the light, studying his little fingers. And I kind of choked up - looking at those little chubby fingers, knowing that they are fading away and my big boy is coming through. Two years old. I look back and pictures of Jonah when he was two, and it the same thing. The baby face caught in the middle of growing, still a little round, but saying goodbye. And it is no fun. Not that there isn't more to enjoy. But, I'll never get this little two year old back ... the one who suddenly turns to squeeze my neck and kiss my cheek when singing him bedtime songs, the one who looks up when I walk in the door and says: &lt;em&gt;Mommy, where been you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639700970968921890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WUJxcUyhfkk/TkQ-JxYHNyI/AAAAAAAAAqg/ecsusuURzO0/s320/DSC04056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the &lt;em&gt;I do it&lt;/em&gt; s become more prominent, I'm loving all the &lt;em&gt;hold me&lt;/em&gt; s that I can get from this little guy. This little two year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-2995870168307548012?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2995870168307548012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/08/baby-face.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/2995870168307548012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/2995870168307548012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/08/baby-face.html' title='Baby Face'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WUJxcUyhfkk/TkQ-JxYHNyI/AAAAAAAAAqg/ecsusuURzO0/s72-c/DSC04056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-1668507991015089435</id><published>2011-08-06T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T13:35:30.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of Days Off ... in Pictures</title><content type='html'>Here are some glimpes of that wonderful and full week last week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VYLtDUFxNW8/Tj2k86E1HjI/AAAAAAAAAqY/t-evpaPCKbg/s1600/DSC04647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637843674826350130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VYLtDUFxNW8/Tj2k86E1HjI/AAAAAAAAAqY/t-evpaPCKbg/s200/DSC04647.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UC83Ybmgd1w/Tj2k8Xm0XiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/RBtAthXMCPM/s1600/DSC04658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637843665573666338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UC83Ybmgd1w/Tj2k8Xm0XiI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/RBtAthXMCPM/s200/DSC04658.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vq9LN_U3ytw/Tj2k7zKRnDI/AAAAAAAAAqI/AMq0S_-4oR4/s1600/DSC04653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637843655790271538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vq9LN_U3ytw/Tj2k7zKRnDI/AAAAAAAAAqI/AMq0S_-4oR4/s200/DSC04653.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637840956885214578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tAXoOImdh1g/Tj2ies9KpXI/AAAAAAAAApo/kMbGPTkld8w/s200/DSC04662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637840946435762450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MB_30IE4xv4/Tj2ieGB0qRI/AAAAAAAAApg/aPG6Bu31QF4/s200/DSC04682.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ToJ9809yRRo/Tj2dQbW3BpI/AAAAAAAAAoo/pCaUCujHbMk/s1600/DSC04697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637835214084834962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ToJ9809yRRo/Tj2dQbW3BpI/AAAAAAAAAoo/pCaUCujHbMk/s200/DSC04697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m4FKpmci7NI/Tj2dO4yD8QI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/hj0CKjN5NPg/s1600/DSC04731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637835187623817474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m4FKpmci7NI/Tj2dO4yD8QI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/hj0CKjN5NPg/s200/DSC04731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TS1Mid_I1oo/Tj2dPb1VBYI/AAAAAAAAAoY/vndzY0esqkI/s1600/DSC04712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637835197032760706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TS1Mid_I1oo/Tj2dPb1VBYI/AAAAAAAAAoY/vndzY0esqkI/s200/DSC04712.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VD0UdhwKcgo/Tj2dP-g7Y3I/AAAAAAAAAog/ZlupO7sJl08/s1600/DSC04699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637835206342435698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VD0UdhwKcgo/Tj2dP-g7Y3I/AAAAAAAAAog/ZlupO7sJl08/s200/DSC04699.JPG" /&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/1585734578692427396-1668507991015089435?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1668507991015089435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/08/week-of-days-off-in-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/1668507991015089435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/1668507991015089435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/08/week-of-days-off-in-pictures.html' title='Week of Days Off ... in Pictures'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VYLtDUFxNW8/Tj2k86E1HjI/AAAAAAAAAqY/t-evpaPCKbg/s72-c/DSC04647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-410324961167647485</id><published>2011-08-03T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T13:34:33.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunchtime with Opa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last week was a wonderful, crazy-busy, bits of laziness week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eli took vacation days all week long. We were "here" all week long. Some days were a little slower and more relaxed - especially at the beginning of the week, but an out of town cousin and my parents moving out of the house I grew up in made the end of the week B.U.S.Y. We got stuff done around the house (later to posts to show), and spent time with family (pics to follow), but one lunchtime hour was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got home from an hour of work at the gym, Eli was home, and we were getting ready to have lunch when we had a couple of phone conversations with my dad, that ended up with him heading to our house for a quick lunch break from work and packing. The boys hadn't seen him much the past week because of all that he was doing in terms of moving ... so Opa came to play! They played LEGOS, and all kinds of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and Opa brought a Frosty from Wendy's with him. I think he initially thought Jonah might share a few bites with him, but it ended up being the communal Frosty between Reuben, Jonah and Opa (I might add that this was the FIRST time Jonah has ever eaten any type of ice cream other than plain vanilla). Super cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636730553560456322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--FPHj4xEa4E/TjmwkuOP3II/AAAAAAAAAoI/qE9ijYZU25Q/s320/DSC04639.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636730542878974402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6hpHWlvB4s/TjmwkGblYcI/AAAAAAAAAoA/jBR7JBkhgP0/s320/DSC04642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't take it for granted that we get to see our parents often: Eli and I both feel so blessed that grandparents can just drop in anytime!&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/1585734578692427396-410324961167647485?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/410324961167647485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/08/lunchtime-with-opa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/410324961167647485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/410324961167647485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/08/lunchtime-with-opa.html' title='Lunchtime with Opa'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--FPHj4xEa4E/TjmwkuOP3II/AAAAAAAAAoI/qE9ijYZU25Q/s72-c/DSC04639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-6013959434300890612</id><published>2011-07-25T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T18:11:26.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When It's Hot Outside ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We find other creative ways to pass the time away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633462226422516674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jswjphY_TFo/Ti4UDC1-y8I/AAAAAAAAAn4/ZyGNWGOChqw/s400/DSC04625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Races in laundry baskets? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY NOT?&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/1585734578692427396-6013959434300890612?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6013959434300890612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-its-hot-outside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6013959434300890612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6013959434300890612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-its-hot-outside.html' title='When It&apos;s Hot Outside ...'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jswjphY_TFo/Ti4UDC1-y8I/AAAAAAAAAn4/ZyGNWGOChqw/s72-c/DSC04625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-4562116912470909209</id><published>2011-07-21T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T10:11:12.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summa-time at the Gym</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was another launch at the gym. This weekend, though, I taught both BodyStep and BodyPump, which was a first for me! As you can see from the smiles, though, amidst the worrying of cheoreography and saying the "right" things, we did have a fun time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631853821675917618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-roeIAwMjLi8/TihdNkPrUTI/AAAAAAAAAnw/xlnTmhbTku4/s320/launch%2Bjuly%2B16%2Band%2B17%2B001%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631853818812630578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_4aJdrMy90/TihdNZlBBjI/AAAAAAAAAno/Iq17p5cCUA8/s320/launch%2Bjuly%2B16%2Band%2B17%2B067%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was definitely a busy weekend, capping off an incredibly busy week. I can't say that I've recovered yet! I don't know if it's still trying to catch up on sleep, just trying to adjust to changing schedules, or female hormones (or maybe all 3!), but yesterday and today I have felt extremely emotional and a little overwhelmed. One of my clients at the gym reminded me today that emotions are good, and maybe just letting them out would be a release. Yes, I do agree, but I also can't spend all day in tears!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to give the boys and I a little down time here at home while it's 100+ degrees outside. Hopefully once they head towards rest time, I can give myself a little time to re-focus. = ) And maybe the weekend and more time with Eli won't seem so far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-4562116912470909209?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4562116912470909209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/summa-time-at-gym.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/4562116912470909209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/4562116912470909209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/summa-time-at-gym.html' title='Summa-time at the Gym'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-roeIAwMjLi8/TihdNkPrUTI/AAAAAAAAAnw/xlnTmhbTku4/s72-c/launch%2Bjuly%2B16%2Band%2B17%2B001%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-1357054011634035731</id><published>2011-07-18T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T14:13:52.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Dreams</title><content type='html'>Eli, Jonah, and Reuben were driving home from church yesterday. Somehow they got on the topic of what "they" were going to be when they grew up. Although it changes day to day, it's rather interesting to hear what Jonah's ever-changing vocation dreams are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah: &lt;em&gt;Dad, when I grow up, I'm going to be a knight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli: &lt;em&gt;Really?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah: &lt;em&gt;Yep, a knight. And you are going to be a king when you grow up, and Mommy is going to be the queen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli:&lt;em&gt; But what about Reuben? What's he going to be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah: &lt;em&gt;Reuben? Oh, he's going to be the servant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's some deep brotherly love, right? Hmmmmm, but then Jonah followed that statement up with this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dad, what's a "servant"?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Eli explained the role of a servant in relation to knights, kings, and queens, Jonah frowned and reassigned Reuben the post of fellow knight. = ) Thank goodness, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-1357054011634035731?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1357054011634035731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/future-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/1357054011634035731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/1357054011634035731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/future-dreams.html' title='Future Dreams'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-6490019731634444241</id><published>2011-07-15T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T14:18:34.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>W.A.Y. too tired</title><content type='html'>We have had Vacation Bible School all week long, each evening, plus extra things going on at the gym for me. B.U.S.Y. week. 'Tis true that although all the things going on are great and fun - but I can't wait for next week to come and slow things down a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each night, getting the boys in bed has been a challenge. They are wound up after VBS, and we get home late, and even once they are in bed, they have seemed to be chattering and taking forever to fall asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629691249957204098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2GNCHAQvcTI/TiCuXUzS8II/AAAAAAAAAng/XV2ju0K8jmg/s320/P7140060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last night, Jonah stripped down to his underwear when we walked in the door, and sat down on the couch. I took Reuben back to his room and read his books, sang songs, etc, and got him settled enough to come back to start with Jonah. Lo, and behold, this sweet, tuckered out boy had created a little "spot" with the couch pillows and conked right out. Left him there for Eli to see once he got home, and then we hoisted him up to his top bunk spot. = ) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629691252395823346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ExdNefIhC6Q/TiCuXd4tUPI/AAAAAAAAAnY/sDuK1mWg1L8/s320/P7140058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-6490019731634444241?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6490019731634444241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/way-too-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6490019731634444241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6490019731634444241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/way-too-tired.html' title='W.A.Y. too tired'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2GNCHAQvcTI/TiCuXUzS8II/AAAAAAAAAng/XV2ju0K8jmg/s72-c/P7140060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-7024737844673762496</id><published>2011-07-08T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T13:52:39.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Off with a Frozen Treat</title><content type='html'>Can't deny it. Hot days often mean that ice cream or something of the life sounds really good. But, even Eli has commented that he would rather find something a bit more healthy to finish off dinner with than ice cream. We do keep a rather astonishing amount of sugar-free popsicles around, but sometimes something &lt;em&gt;creamy &lt;/em&gt;sounds like the perfect end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we've been creating our own. My sister lent us one of those small counter-top ice cream makers. And we've been making frozen yogurt like crazy! SO GOOD. I've been using plain, non-fat yogurt, some milk, and adding in flavors from there. So, it's almost just like having a yogurt - but when it's frozen, it just tastes more indulgent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our basic recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16 oz. plain, non-fat yogurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 oz (or so) of milk (we always have 2% around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/8 - 1/4 c. sugar, depending on your preferences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you can add from there. We did coconut with flaked coconut and coconut extract added it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627086548595607490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-geszkfIGnZ4/ThdtZwFrh8I/AAAAAAAAAnI/4MwKnT7TFyc/s320/DSC04506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my personal fav has been the above with instant decaf coffee mixed in with some vanilla extract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627086561268638658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j4YQ86IPnwU/ThdtafTKo8I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/3uBj7_gakxE/s320/DSC04529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I have a tropical one chilling in the fridge to mix up tomorrow: I added one Chobani pineapple greek yogurt, one mango that I pureed in the food processor, and 1/2 tsp. coconut extract. I have no doubts that it's gonna be awesome! Easy way to cool off from the heat of summer ... and if we're lucky, Jonah will even try one of them sometime! = )&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/1585734578692427396-7024737844673762496?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7024737844673762496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/cool-off-with-frozen-treat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/7024737844673762496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/7024737844673762496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/cool-off-with-frozen-treat.html' title='Cool Off with a Frozen Treat'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-geszkfIGnZ4/ThdtZwFrh8I/AAAAAAAAAnI/4MwKnT7TFyc/s72-c/DSC04506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-1474478049985356130</id><published>2011-07-05T12:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T13:41:52.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>We rang in the celebration of America's Independence "Family Style" - as usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V2pmeH9WA8k/ThN2QnGXfyI/AAAAAAAAAnA/JmV_qpPRRIg/s1600/DSC04511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625970387261554466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V2pmeH9WA8k/ThN2QnGXfyI/AAAAAAAAAnA/JmV_qpPRRIg/s200/DSC04511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Eli and I both got in our Monday morning workouts (pretty awesome tag-teaming going on), we headed over to his family's house for a lunch BBQ. Not only for the 4th of July, but also to celebrate Eli's birthday from June, and his brother's birthday ... which just happens to be July 4th! We had a great time - very relaxing and fun! Lots of good fun, chatting, and a few "small" fireworks in the backyard to appease the children - and the pyro-men!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p8fB7Yt40yA/ThN1RKxHABI/AAAAAAAAAmg/k0vtm10F5mM/s1600/DSC04513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625969297324441618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p8fB7Yt40yA/ThN1RKxHABI/AAAAAAAAAmg/k0vtm10F5mM/s200/DSC04513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9uaaDyzrRtk/ThN1SYWFbGI/AAAAAAAAAmo/PdfwMFAX1H4/s1600/DSC04516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625969318149057634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9uaaDyzrRtk/ThN1SYWFbGI/AAAAAAAAAmo/PdfwMFAX1H4/s200/DSC04516.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hwt1LIBhNnI/ThN2P8m0q3I/AAAAAAAAAmw/42Y4f_4l8g0/s1600/DSC04522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625970375854959474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hwt1LIBhNnI/ThN2P8m0q3I/AAAAAAAAAmw/42Y4f_4l8g0/s200/DSC04522.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sEoKYO_iRMc/ThN2QW3dw8I/AAAAAAAAAm4/cKxFteSy45A/s1600/DSC04524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625970382904083394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sEoKYO_iRMc/ThN2QW3dw8I/AAAAAAAAAm4/cKxFteSy45A/s200/DSC04524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home for naps (and a cribbage game between Eli and I), and then we headed to meet MY extended side of the family at my uncle's house in the country for swimming, food, and fireworks! Both boys swam with Eli, Aunt Adi, and Uncle Micah, and then we played inside for a bit. Jonah headed to the driveway to do fireworks with Eli and his "cousin" (sort of like second cousin ... but it's complicated!) Isaiah to enjoy sparklers, fountains ... and watch my older brother light up an insane amount of fireworks. Earplugs provided = ) I attempted once to get Reuben outside, but he got really scared and repeated to me over and over the rest of the night "&lt;em&gt;I no like FIREWORKS, Mommy!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6h2KVmlfqM8/ThNush8vGtI/AAAAAAAAAlA/BNggC6fH_jk/s1600/DSC04528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625962070822296274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6h2KVmlfqM8/ThNush8vGtI/AAAAAAAAAlA/BNggC6fH_jk/s200/DSC04528.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really? Fireworks are Eli's thing. He loves them, so Reuben and I relaxed with some Nick Jr. as it got late, and once the boys had enough of lighting things on fire ... we headed home. LATE for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f_Ogn8zyDg4/ThNuu2aCcII/AAAAAAAAAlQ/bUjGB7uEYUY/s1600/DSC04527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625962110673645698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f_Ogn8zyDg4/ThNuu2aCcII/AAAAAAAAAlQ/bUjGB7uEYUY/s200/DSC04527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9OWNKoBqhHg/ThNutTJZ50I/AAAAAAAAAlI/y9Ae4m_dwcY/s1600/DSC04525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625962084028770114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9OWNKoBqhHg/ThNutTJZ50I/AAAAAAAAAlI/y9Ae4m_dwcY/s200/DSC04525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I am blogging. = ) Both boys are sound asleep and I am cleaning house and catching up! It was a good 4th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-1474478049985356130?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1474478049985356130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/1474478049985356130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/1474478049985356130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V2pmeH9WA8k/ThN2QnGXfyI/AAAAAAAAAnA/JmV_qpPRRIg/s72-c/DSC04511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-5733588207076003822</id><published>2011-06-30T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T13:17:49.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Touch with His Feelings</title><content type='html'>Reuben is turning into an outward processor. He must, at all times, explain what is going on around him, attempt to share what he is thinking, and tell us all what we are doing as well. I think it is both a part of him exploring language, but also just a part of this little guy developing more and more of his own personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, with it has come a bit of self pity. Whenever he gets in trouble, or seems to be upset/offended about something, he is ready to explain his sadness. He drums up tears, sad lips, and follows me around, saying: "Mommy, I crying." But, it comes out like this: &lt;em&gt;"Momma, I ka-why-ing". &lt;/em&gt;Because it doesn't do to just cry, you have to tell someone you're crying, right? As if I wasn't already aware of the fact ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it usually gets tagged by the WHY of his ka-why-ing. The boys got a slushie the other day, and Reuben got extremely offended that his slushie was finished. The fake tears came, the sad face, and the next ten minutes of driving were filled with &lt;em&gt;"Momma, I ka-why-ing bout my slushie ... Momma, I ka-why-ing bout my slushie"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my boy. I know you are. But even when you get in trouble: &lt;em&gt;"Momma, I ka-why-ing I trouble" &lt;/em&gt;isn't going to get you OUT of being in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a good picture of his conjured up offended face, but I don't! Clearly, though, he is more than in touch with his feelings ... and he is going to have to work on this issue of getting offended at things and people so easily as he grows up or his little life will be full of pity-parties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-5733588207076003822?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5733588207076003822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-touch-with-his-feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/5733588207076003822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/5733588207076003822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-touch-with-his-feelings.html' title='In Touch with His Feelings'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-4231499792415721025</id><published>2011-06-27T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T19:10:55.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Other Kids and their Amazing R.O.C.</title><content type='html'>As mentioned in the last post, our youth group did outreach and service projects to our own city last week. They were incredible! I am enjoying getting to know them all better and "bond" more. They worked at the Community Shelter, Boys and Girls Club, Prairie Park Nature Center, and more. With GREAT attitudes and lots of fun! Jonah and Reuben loved being around the "big kids" and those teens were amazing with our boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures to snapshot some of our activities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623086376901409010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hCMzoPKBC_k/Tgk3RHSL-PI/AAAAAAAAAkY/q1aQ9ehreAM/s200/P6240051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s9vtpdIX6ik/Tgk3srKt7KI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xkL0FSXmoJo/s1600/P6240019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623086850390224034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s9vtpdIX6ik/Tgk3srKt7KI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xkL0FSXmoJo/s200/P6240019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hyl1hVJhUx4/Tgk3seEQP8I/AAAAAAAAAkw/jT9VKLu6IbA/s1600/P6240002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623086846873452482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hyl1hVJhUx4/Tgk3seEQP8I/AAAAAAAAAkw/jT9VKLu6IbA/s200/P6240002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623086386655836898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aZUTqDGjW9M/Tgk3Rrn0uuI/AAAAAAAAAko/Rri5gaqrs3M/s200/P6240016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623086381072860706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kogu4bIEZ-M/Tgk3RW0vRiI/AAAAAAAAAkg/z3OBGe7QZq4/s200/P6240032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623086372634321794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ivGNti26qWk/Tgk3Q3Y1Y4I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/vavIw9yjU0s/s200/P6240037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623086366763973522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uXzlvcVBw9s/Tgk3QhhO-5I/AAAAAAAAAkI/yibnqkGhq7A/s200/P6250071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Outstretch Teens are amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-4231499792415721025?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4231499792415721025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-other-kids-and-their-amazing-roc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/4231499792415721025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/4231499792415721025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-other-kids-and-their-amazing-roc.html' title='My Other Kids and their Amazing R.O.C.'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hCMzoPKBC_k/Tgk3RHSL-PI/AAAAAAAAAkY/q1aQ9ehreAM/s72-c/P6240051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-8410383089798291635</id><published>2011-06-23T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T18:38:23.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity</title><content type='html'>Two minutes of peace are given to me: both boys are in jammies, teeth brushed, and I had promised Jonah much earlier today that at "some point" he would be allowed a short time with video games. And so, it gets handed to him right before bedtime. Today? Busy.Crazy.Insane. And that's how we roll with teens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today and thru Saturday, our youth group teens are participating in Reaching Our Community (R.O.C.), in which they sleep and eat at the church, and spend the day serving the community. A mission trip to our own city. Whoop! And as much as I am able, I want to be involved. I have attempted to be involved in the planning and detail work on the front end, and now want to have that relationship-building time with our teens as well. But I have these two little guys who are in tow, right? Makes it a bit more difficult! And so our day was busy and filled with heading here and there, and spending time attempting to occupy them at the church when we were there. It was fun, but really e x h a u s t i n g. I am tired. And the truth is I wish Eli were here to help me do the final tucking in and to sleep beside me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he will be keeping the peace with twenty teenagers and few college age staff. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The insanity of the next two days will be fun and tiring at the same time. I'm trying to remember to remind myself that it is okay to not do everything, but to try and do "some" things. To ask for help when I need ... but be in a position to offer help when someone else needs a hand. To have a flexible attitude (not my strong point), but give the boys some semblence of regular meals and rest times. Ahhhhhhh, and maybe sleep in there somewhere! And remember to pick up the antibiotics that Reuben got prescribed because we can't seem to kick this cold/allergy junk, and bring extra diapers everywhere we go .... and well, you get the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly insane - interlaced with seeing our youth reach outside of themselves to impact our city. All Worth It.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-8410383089798291635?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8410383089798291635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/insanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8410383089798291635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8410383089798291635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/insanity.html' title='Insanity'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-3084758986878448700</id><published>2011-06-19T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T14:47:40.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend for Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Eli's birthday was yesterday, and Father Day was today. Big weekend for him! It has turned out to be a really BUSY weekend all around, and amidst the celebrating for him, we both found ourselves running around and feeling kinda drained. Add in two nights of big thunderstorms which = two little boys waking up in the night ... and we woke up this morning completely empty. I honestly felt like I was walking around in a cloud from the time I got out of bed until worship started at church. It was strange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through all that, though, we found laughter in funny things the boys did, smiles in hearing "Happy Birthday Daddy" carefully pronounced by Reuben, hugs as the boys eagerly gave their gifts to Daddy for both his birthday and Father's Day, nd some good reminders of the foundation of our marriage as I wrote some cards to him. Something about handwriting a card and expressing my feelings to Eli can push all those "little" things aside and remind me of what is important in our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so proud to call Eli my husband. He is a man I look up to, trust with all my heart, and adore. He has many strengths that I do not, and I can see how God put us together for a purpose. He keeps laughter alive in our house, and is such a great dad. I could not ask for a guy more involved with his kids, and more willing to play with them, listen to them, and seek to grow their character. These two boys love him:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620050543592457794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2f5BUZnHMJI/Tf5uMW6RxkI/AAAAAAAAAkA/VBT7L2eqk2w/s320/DSC04419.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620050533956002114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-218tMdIqeR4/Tf5uLzAxIUI/AAAAAAAAAj4/vDdFNJ5UJF4/s320/DSC03825.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Father's Day!&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/1585734578692427396-3084758986878448700?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3084758986878448700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/weekend-for-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/3084758986878448700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/3084758986878448700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/weekend-for-daddy.html' title='Weekend for Daddy'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2f5BUZnHMJI/Tf5uMW6RxkI/AAAAAAAAAkA/VBT7L2eqk2w/s72-c/DSC04419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-8168934789681487766</id><published>2011-06-13T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T08:53:44.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Responsibility</title><content type='html'>Eli and I started reading "Bringing up Boys" by Dr. Dobson together the past couple weeks. Kudos to Eli for pushing for the joint read! Not that I didn't want to read it ... I fully endorse reading parenting books and improving my parenting (you don't know what you don't know, right?). But, I feel like my reading time is so slight already! It takes my concentrated and best effort to get time in the Scriptures each day. Any other reading time is catching up on friends' blogs here and there, and maybe flipping through a parenting magazine on an elliptical once a week or so. Read for enjoyment? I would love to! I was a voracious reader up until my boys were born. And then reading got pushed aside. Which I have learned to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt overwelmed with the idea of having to read this book at the same time together, get it done, finish my Social Work CEU's - which are due by the end of this month - and everything else. But, it's gonna be a priority for me. We've made a goal to read a parenting book together every year. Eli keeps reminding me that although at times things seem okay, we "don't know what we don't know". In other words, we have so much to learn that can improve our parenting, help us to better understand our kids and where their little brains are at, and let God show us how to best raise them up to be caring, loving, strong, respectful boys. Hah! Sounds completely impossible. It is. But with Someone's guidance and us following His directions, we can at least do our best and give the rest to Him.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Priip0U424M/TfYyVjRBY0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/CdgIwcOrQjU/s1600/DSC04485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617732931016549186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Priip0U424M/TfYyVjRBY0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/CdgIwcOrQjU/s320/DSC04485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is great so far. But what has been going through my mind this weekend is the incredible responsibility of raising a child. They mimick you. They copy what we do. They repeat my words back to me. They watch all my actions, all my failures, all my outbursts of anger are put on a show. I am to model love for them, teach them to accept others, to be generous givers. I do not want to take what God has given me lightly. As we are enjoying more "freedom" of schedule this summer, I see even more how special the task of being a parent is. Nothing can ever compare with giving birth and seeing the miracle of a baby ... but there is a lot that follows that moment in time, isn't there? I hope not to strive like crazy to be the "best parent I can be", but to see how each day God gives me opportunities to sow seeds in my children's hearts that will grow and grow and point them in the right direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-8168934789681487766?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8168934789681487766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/responsibility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8168934789681487766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8168934789681487766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/responsibility.html' title='Responsibility'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Priip0U424M/TfYyVjRBY0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/CdgIwcOrQjU/s72-c/DSC04485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-8746737191343645501</id><published>2011-06-09T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T13:40:35.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BODYPump It!</title><content type='html'>My "long" weekend last weekend was busy because I was training to teach &lt;a href="http://www.lesmills.com/midwest/bodypump/bodypump-group-fitness-class.aspx"&gt;BodyPump&lt;/a&gt;. I already teach &lt;a href="http://www.lesmills.com/midwest/bodystep/bodystep-group-fitness-class.aspx"&gt;BodyStep&lt;/a&gt; at my gym, and went through a 3 day training to start my pursuit to become a BodyPump instructor. And yes, both our families think I'm rather looney with my exercise pursuits. Eli does as well - but he still encourages me 1) because he has seen the physical results/energy I have when I get my exercise in; 2) he agrees it is a great stress relief for mommyhood; and 3) because he is just plain amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long weekend in terms of being gone three days for 9 hours - but also fun because I was with friends from the gym, and got in some good girl time along with sweating it out multiple hours a day! It did, however, re-affirm that I just cannot leave my boys for that long! Being gone all day makes me sad ... and when Reuben wrapped his little arms around my leg when I got home from the first day of training and said "Mommy, miss you", I almost considered not returning for the second and third days! An hour or two here and there is okay ... but not ALL DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli was also running a fundraiser for the youth group - so he was gone during the day the first two days. Thank goodness for family nearby who pitched in to help us with Jonah and Reuben so that we could both keep our commitments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Hard. Fun. Challenging. Mentally and Physically Taxing. But having someone critique your form, your cueing, and your coaching is really invaluable. It helps me to be a better instructor, a better participant ... and makes your body work a lot harder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it helped to have these girls along to help keep a smile on my face ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9RejFMk1f4/TfEurhJiSfI/AAAAAAAAAjo/COAX5jukjuE/s1600/P6050050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616321535475337714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9RejFMk1f4/TfEurhJiSfI/AAAAAAAAAjo/COAX5jukjuE/s320/P6050050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o2gut1BoLI0/TfEurGNeuRI/AAAAAAAAAjg/aL-OnV-nSoI/s1600/P6040044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616321528244123922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o2gut1BoLI0/TfEurGNeuRI/AAAAAAAAAjg/aL-OnV-nSoI/s320/P6040044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bt5AnLtJ92s/TfEuqrZVKUI/AAAAAAAAAjY/08vXverBp58/s1600/P6050052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616321521046071618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bt5AnLtJ92s/TfEuqrZVKUI/AAAAAAAAAjY/08vXverBp58/s320/P6050052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will get each other through learning more tracks, and prepping to video ourselves teaching to send in for the final phase of certification!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-8746737191343645501?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8746737191343645501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/bodypump-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8746737191343645501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8746737191343645501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/bodypump-it.html' title='BODYPump It!'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9RejFMk1f4/TfEurhJiSfI/AAAAAAAAAjo/COAX5jukjuE/s72-c/P6050050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-3701781922934826251</id><published>2011-06-06T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T19:22:29.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Fisherman</title><content type='html'>Today was Eli's day off. After a long weekend (with a post about that later this week), we decided to head to my Uncle and Aunt's pool for some sunshine and swimming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ... whoops. They also have a small pond as well. Stocked with fish. Hmmmmm. So, my fishing crazy husband and four year old want to do that as well. No worries on my end. I D.O. N.O.T. enjoy fishing - but Eli assured me that he and Jonah would fish. And that Reuben could fish if he wanted, and then I could relax by the pool in peace for a bit before they got hot and sweaty enough to want to come jump in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister-in-law and neice came along for the outing. We got there, the boys and my sister-in-law got to fishing, and my neice and I headed for the pool. We kept an eye on the fishers across the backyard, and watched them pull in a couple little fish. Jonah headed over to the pool after about 20 minutes of fishing. 90+ degrees and humid! He was ready to play in the water. But Reuben, Reuben kept right on fishing. In fact, he caught his own fish! He was holding the pool, and a fish got hooked, and he started to reel it in himself! He was so proud. Finally, with Joy and Eli were done fishing, they had to drag a protesting Reuben away from his work. He loved it. I was surprised that he had enough patience to stay by the pond in the hot sun and fish away with his daddy ... but I underestimated the little guy. I think fishing trips in the future will now include a two year as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615297168087556434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pKgS98bwcqg/Te2LBfQdoVI/AAAAAAAAAjA/nT9sy2YHLHA/s320/DSC04448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615297157637531746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YAvsdrkbU_8/Te2LA4U-6GI/AAAAAAAAAi4/MRaK42dJR9o/s320/DSC04450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615297151042141794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EltZ_KgdBoA/Te2LAfwhPmI/AAAAAAAAAiw/sEQRefY0ILo/s320/DSC04449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little fisherman will have many trips ahead of him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-3701781922934826251?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3701781922934826251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/little-fisherman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/3701781922934826251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/3701781922934826251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/little-fisherman.html' title='Little Fisherman'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pKgS98bwcqg/Te2LBfQdoVI/AAAAAAAAAjA/nT9sy2YHLHA/s72-c/DSC04448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-6896359268613728718</id><published>2011-06-01T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T12:20:49.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Reminder</title><content type='html'>Today has (so far) been one of those days that has seem long, hard to maintain patience with the three kids invading the house ... and Mommy feels tired and overwhelmed when looking at the rest of the week and all that it holds schedule-wise for us!&lt;br /&gt;I felt like if I could just make it to naptime! While everyone rested, I could re-charge, and re-focus myself and my thoughts on what is truly important. Not keeping a tight schedule or perfectly picked-up house (which is not possible, but for some reason I'm always attempting), but to give the boys a mom who is not frazzled - therefore easy to push her buttons - but a mom who has spent some time in the Word and ready to enjoy the day, not just "make it thru".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent the boys to the living room to put Tirzah down for her nap. Rocked her and took some deep breaths myself = ) Went back out to the living room to see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613333328717823202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8CzZJHMReDE/TeaQ6_gWPOI/AAAAAAAAAic/ulO9vy1yvBU/s400/DSC04445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those little boys who had seemingly spent the entire morning bickering and doing things that would set the other off, climbed up beside each other and were recording themselves singing songs together on my phone (side note: I am ignoring the obvious offense of them getting my cell phone into their hands). Good reminder that they love each other, and even when I might feel like everything is out of control, God gives me something to smile about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-6896359268613728718?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6896359268613728718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-reminder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6896359268613728718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6896359268613728718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-reminder.html' title='A Good Reminder'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8CzZJHMReDE/TeaQ6_gWPOI/AAAAAAAAAic/ulO9vy1yvBU/s72-c/DSC04445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-3246058832853829789</id><published>2011-05-29T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T18:36:26.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eli's "Man Weekend"</title><content type='html'>Friday and Saturday, Eli headed to Living Water Ranch in Manhattan, Kansas. He, his two brothers, and a friend, Ricky, went for some outdoor man time. They camped overnight together on land owned by the ranch. He's been wanting to do this for quite a long time, so I was glad that he finally got the opportunity and all the schedules worked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They drove down early Friday morning, spent the door hiking around, playing frisbee golf, etc. Saturday was more of a guided activities day: they did archery, clay pigeon shooting, ATV tours around the hundreds of acres on LWR, and fishing! Add s'mores, deer burgers, a campfire breakfast ... and my husband was a pretty happy man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612316073580759650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2FNnIHEiH_Q/TeLzu8z_CmI/AAAAAAAAAiE/msjbru7vDss/s320/P5280021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612316081208712530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B3oLr6AIU_k/TeLzvZOoXVI/AAAAAAAAAiM/6nHUvXRthxo/s320/P5280023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612316085481043234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXiXH86nzgg/TeLzvpJO9SI/AAAAAAAAAiU/cCi99kJmkPU/s320/P5280007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612316069879974706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1m68OMDCnVE/TeLzuvBpizI/AAAAAAAAAh8/1PKUfs8bPIU/s320/P5280003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't say that given the option of a weekend away, this was what I would have chosen - but I know this meant a lot to him. He came back with great stories, and excited to go as a family to let the boys experience some outdoor fun sometime soon. I, for one, was glad to welcome him back to a sick little boy (Reuben) who had spent lots of time on Saturday afternoon and evening asking for "Daddy".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-3246058832853829789?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3246058832853829789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/elis-man-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/3246058832853829789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/3246058832853829789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/elis-man-weekend.html' title='Eli&apos;s &quot;Man Weekend&quot;'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2FNnIHEiH_Q/TeLzu8z_CmI/AAAAAAAAAiE/msjbru7vDss/s72-c/P5280021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-6187768505060994496</id><published>2011-05-25T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T18:57:21.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Sweet Boy ...</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhhh, today was one of those days when Jonah was my sweet little boy. He's always my little boy, but sometimes the sweetness gets covered up by independence, or selfishness, or whining, or you-name-it. All parents are nodding in agreement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can always remember these little words of his:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were getting ready to head to Aunt Adi's house. Jonah asked if I was going to stay with him (he obviously had some inclination of something) ... I replied that I was going to take him there, but I had a church event to meet Daddy at. Jonah sighed. &lt;em&gt;"But, Mommy! I want to stay with you!" &lt;/em&gt;I know. I know. But not this time. And you'll have a great time! He looked at me very seriously. &lt;em&gt;"Okay. I will take my blankie ... and I will always have you in my heart." &lt;/em&gt;Followed by a super-leg-squeeze. If that just doesn't want to make a Mommy take her little boy with her, what does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on this evening, Jonah was set up at the table coloring away ... I was at the kitchen counter, writing down grocery deals from the newspaper. He pipes up: &lt;em&gt;"Mommy, I would like it if you would color with me. You always make beautiful pictures with me when you color. And I love you. You are my friend. And I would like to color together with you."&lt;/em&gt; He wasn't trying to guilt trip me. I could hear the innocence in his voice at this moment. Newspaper set aside: we colored the most beautiful, rainbowy-est picture ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime: I explained we were going to put Reuben down early this evening and that then Jonah could stay up a bit with Mommy. His face lit up. I honestly and fully expected to hear a request for video games at this moment ... but no. I kid you not, this was what he said: &lt;em&gt;"Yay! And then I can help you clean up all the toys and get the house ready for bedtime. I will be your helper. Right, Mom?" &lt;/em&gt;Well, no way I am going to pass on this offer!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we snuggled the rest of our evening away with Bible stories and songs. What a great way to end my day with my boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-6187768505060994496?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6187768505060994496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-sweet-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6187768505060994496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6187768505060994496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-sweet-boy.html' title='One Sweet Boy ...'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-3736730071565335858</id><published>2011-05-23T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T14:23:18.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Good Times Roll!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our weekend away was quick (two days/one night), not-too-far-away (around 4-5 hours, depending on stops), and well-loved (I have been going since I was a baby!). To Branson we went: although our true destination was Silver Dollar City, aka "The Fair", according to Jonah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a fantastic time. We went with the mindset to HAVE FUN, enjoy our time away from home and all the things to work on/do/think about here, and play, watch the boys experience games and rides and balls and everything you can think off! It went without a hitch. The extra rain on the first day just gave an excuse to spend some extra time with close friends in Branson, and we had perfect sunshine on Saturday to spend all day outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can't wait to go back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610023811324117074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e3-8eXPkNQE/TdrO7ud1AFI/AAAAAAAAAh0/P_1ntXPlwAU/s320/DSC04347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too Many Balls! Can I take these home????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610023803877927906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KRb2bHlz8lk/TdrO7SuhK-I/AAAAAAAAAhs/RTfFHMGKKlo/s320/DSC04343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jonah gets his shooting game ON&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610023801482115730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aD2FEL2vMR4/TdrO7JzT-pI/AAAAAAAAAhk/7hfqAvq7PqA/s320/DSC04351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Guy! Reuben probably went down this slide 20x in a row - no joke!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610022637479247010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5BvmBt4blRM/TdrN3ZjZvKI/AAAAAAAAAhc/DP_4LH32kX4/s320/DSC04334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jonah could ride this one "All By Himself" - this was a courtesy wave for Mom!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610022634495755090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kMIaK_JpBZI/TdrN3OcFQ1I/AAAAAAAAAhU/GZsK0eXu-eM/s320/DSC04360.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Run, Run, As Fast As You Can! Can't Catch the Jonah-Man!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610022625496468402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NFzvYoH3apI/TdrN2s6fC7I/AAAAAAAAAhM/1JrkDei9SPw/s320/DSC04378.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My personal fave photo: I love hat photos - and with my boys, couldn't be better!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610022617976769826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BbxkMe61sa8/TdrN2Q5pjSI/AAAAAAAAAhE/ZHOl6xjjugE/s320/DSC04326.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time to ride the "bug ride" - Reuben's first ride!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-3736730071565335858?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3736730071565335858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/let-good-times-roll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/3736730071565335858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/3736730071565335858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/let-good-times-roll.html' title='Let the Good Times Roll!'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e3-8eXPkNQE/TdrO7ud1AFI/AAAAAAAAAh0/P_1ntXPlwAU/s72-c/DSC04347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-5939662462266583730</id><published>2011-05-19T13:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T13:43:44.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Certification</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday of this week, I took the ACE Personal Trainer Certification Exam. Whew. Oh yeah, and I passed it! It's kinda a really long story of my life, actually. When I joined &lt;a href="http://www.bodybofitness.com/"&gt;Body Boutique&lt;/a&gt; about four and half years ago (yikes!), I had been doing some running outside, and fitness videos at home for several years. But I was pregnant, and wanted something different for my body in terms of exercise. So I joined. I'll admit: I got hooked on fitness. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that I'm not like everyone ... certainly not like some of my friends who don't like exercise at all! And that's okay! We all have things we like ... hobbies ... and oddly enough, fitness has become a hobby to me. Once Jonah was born and I stopped working in Social Work full time, I started considering if there was a way to incorporate my newer love of fitness in my life. Nothing seemed to work out at the time: we were planning to move to Honduras, and life was different. I looked up some different certification programs, but the finances and time weren't readily available for what I had found. So, I just worked out on my own and tucked the dream away. A couple years later, the opportunity to train to teach &lt;a href="http://www.lesmills.com/midwest/bodystep/bodystep-group-fitness-class.aspx"&gt;BodyStep&lt;/a&gt; came along, and then my boss at the gym gave me the opportunity to train in-house to teach some cardio/kickboxing/toning/abs classes as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I met &lt;a href="http://followmyfitsteps.com/"&gt;Natalie&lt;/a&gt; - and through our workouts together, she encouraged me to study to be a personal trainer. She helped me get the materials, let me ask her questions upon questions, and more. My boss at the gym was super supportive as well: I could shadow trainers there, learn from them, etc. I think it was last September I got all my study books. I poured over them for three months ... and then got distracted during Christmas. = ) Who doesn't? Picked it back up mid-January, got my CPR/AED certification in April, and took my test in May. I didn't tell hardly a soul I was taking the test: I was so nervous I would fail! And then everyone would be asking me about it ... and it would just be all the more disappointing. So, I scheduled it, took it, and &lt;em&gt;then &lt;/em&gt;have started telling everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608529141142639826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Qmmp4Ht2e0/TdV_ieI71NI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tEU92QUez2o/s400/DSC04316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am excited! Most of all, I know I want to be a "Mom", and be home with the boys as much as possible. But with Eli back in school, this is such a blessing to help us continue to be able to stay out of debt and pay tuition each semester. I can work few-several hours a week, the boys can either be at the gym with me, or home with Eli. And I can help other women achieve goals ... make a difference! Mom/Wife/Social Worker/Personal Trainer - they actually all fit together quite nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eli has been amazing ... just as he was finishing up his spring semester, I went crazy on the studying, so he gave me the time I needed. He has encouraged me to go for a dream, and I am so thankful for him. Now we're BOTH finally done studying (his only for the next couple months), so we can REALLY enjoy our summer. First up? A quick weekend away to Branson - 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/1585734578692427396-5939662462266583730?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5939662462266583730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/certification.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/5939662462266583730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/5939662462266583730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/certification.html' title='Certification'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Qmmp4Ht2e0/TdV_ieI71NI/AAAAAAAAAg8/tEU92QUez2o/s72-c/DSC04316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-2371412124771893833</id><published>2011-05-17T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T19:42:06.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choo-Choo</title><content type='html'>Friends of ours from church have been working on a big project. Creating Thomas the Tank Engine. Steve does engineering and who-knows-what-because-it-is-over-my-head kinda work, and his boys LOVE Thomas and all kinds of trains. So, he came up with the idea to create a Thomas that could drive kiddos around. He got an older ride-on mower (no blades anymore), and began to create the Thomas part. He's taken huge 50 gallon drums and turned them into coaches for kids to ride in. Awesome? I think so ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607880140775382066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G2kXtrL4Aj8/TdMxRrXiXDI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Bfb0YRqubxo/s320/DSC04301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607880134505531730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pGc9sooAoHU/TdMxRUAsCVI/AAAAAAAAAgs/XXYhlTbmwaw/s320/DSC04292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over for lunch on Saturday to check out the progress, help paint some coaches, and have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yXOADpFWiXE/TdMvGC33lwI/AAAAAAAAAgE/38hqIuzKlx0/s1600/DSC04309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607877741903320834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yXOADpFWiXE/TdMvGC33lwI/AAAAAAAAAgE/38hqIuzKlx0/s200/DSC04309.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E8Cfw4qOSOk/TdMvGSeF0aI/AAAAAAAAAgM/9VyiHuYu4JM/s1600/DSC04310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607877746090168738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E8Cfw4qOSOk/TdMvGSeF0aI/AAAAAAAAAgM/9VyiHuYu4JM/s200/DSC04310.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJjl50aqWi0/TdMvGyCqVvI/AAAAAAAAAgU/DOxP4AAEM-Q/s1600/DSC04311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607877754565056242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJjl50aqWi0/TdMvGyCqVvI/AAAAAAAAAgU/DOxP4AAEM-Q/s200/DSC04311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took off the actual "Thomas" from the mower because it's not completed yet, but they plan to have it ready for a parade in Lawrence on Saturday the 28th. And from then on, I think he'll be in high demand! The boys couldn't get enough rides around the lawn ... I was worried that Reuben wouldn't give it a try because he is usually afraid of lawn mowers, but he jumped right in and gave lots of waves and smiles when they drove past! It's not everyday that little boys get a "train ride".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-2371412124771893833?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2371412124771893833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/choo-choo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/2371412124771893833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/2371412124771893833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/choo-choo.html' title='Choo-Choo'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G2kXtrL4Aj8/TdMxRrXiXDI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Bfb0YRqubxo/s72-c/DSC04301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-2004069670015977415</id><published>2011-05-13T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T11:49:15.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER-Cleaner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LD_4A9p0DA4/Tc15DmtYGJI/AAAAAAAAAfk/pGGJfQRb4NM/s1600/DSC04284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606270213983574162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LD_4A9p0DA4/Tc15DmtYGJI/AAAAAAAAAfk/pGGJfQRb4NM/s320/DSC04284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I actually posted this yesterday, or so I thought! And then it was gone ... 2nd attempt)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, Jonah loves - and I mean really LOVES - to clean the shower in the bathroom! It's not an exaggeration to say that I hear the request more than once a week: &lt;em&gt;"Mommy, can I help you clean in the bathroom?" &lt;/em&gt;Yup. Something in him loves it. Am I about to fight this? No way. I can only hope this desire leads to more willful cleaning around the house = ) So, his spray bottle is filled with mild cleaner, and a washcloth is placed in his hand. Go ahead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p5m5tbprkMI/Tc14Xrv1RDI/AAAAAAAAAfE/bsD3M2XoJfw/s1600/DSC04279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606269459421807666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p5m5tbprkMI/Tc14Xrv1RDI/AAAAAAAAAfE/bsD3M2XoJfw/s200/DSC04279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-sXN5_manU/Tc14YGqEYgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/n3P0kID7T_c/s1600/DSC04281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606269466645389826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5-sXN5_manU/Tc14YGqEYgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/n3P0kID7T_c/s200/DSC04281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A dirty job, but someone's got to do it!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MvREyTJ3Vdg/Tc14Ya81_2I/AAAAAAAAAfU/xCbALVYRY_w/s1600/DSC04282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606269472092847970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MvREyTJ3Vdg/Tc14Ya81_2I/AAAAAAAAAfU/xCbALVYRY_w/s200/DSC04282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;/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 align="center"&gt;This particular day, I pulled out the camera to take a couple pictures of his work. I commented to him that I was thankful for his help and that he was "Mommy's super-helper". Jonah looked back at me, smiled, and said: &lt;em&gt;"Mommy, I will always be your super-helper. You know why? Because I love you."&lt;/em&gt; Melted Mommy's heart. I love you too, Jonah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606270208745180850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DMpKfUI8Bag/Tc15DTMcjrI/AAAAAAAAAfc/feHn1luyF0Y/s320/DSC04280.JPG" /&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/1585734578692427396-2004069670015977415?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2004069670015977415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/super-cleaner.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/2004069670015977415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/2004069670015977415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/super-cleaner.html' title='SUPER-Cleaner!'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LD_4A9p0DA4/Tc15DmtYGJI/AAAAAAAAAfk/pGGJfQRb4NM/s72-c/DSC04284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-4540458357018214322</id><published>2011-05-09T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T12:04:42.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulgur-ishess</title><content type='html'>About a month ago, when we &lt;a href="http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-who-i-am.html"&gt;launched&lt;/a&gt; at the gym, there was a contest between launch groups to make classes more fun. Well ... my team won! We integrated confetti poppers, Hershey's Kisses, changes within our outfits, and silly things into our classes to "surprise" members and just have a lot of fun. Our prize? $15 gift card to &lt;a href="http://communitymercantile.com/"&gt;The Merc&lt;/a&gt;! I do love The Merc. I would shop there more, except that my grocery budget is one thing I work to keep tightened up. So, I mostly go there on occasion when there's something that I can only get there, or I want something out of the bulk bins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I packed up the boys and we headed out a couple weeks ago to raid some bulk bins and pick up some more grains to cook with at home. On the list? Bulgur, Quinoa, and Amaranth. I had taken a cooking class at The Merc with my friend, Beth. One of the dishes that the chef made was a pilaf with bulgur. It was &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; good! But, her's had chickpeas and raisins in it. Both items that are forbidden to appear in any kind of grain dish in our house, per Eli. He can't stand chickpeas at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I decided that I would transform the pilaf into an asian pilaf (the recipe also had several other variations that I would like to try out soon). We love asian flavors - and I figured that would be a way to sneak bulgur in and not freak Eli out (I am not trying to say that Eli is super picky. He actually isn't ... he loves to try new things - it's just that he grew up with pretty standard "comfort" foods. Bulgur wasn't on that list! So, I work to incorporate things that he might view with a suspicious look into a dish he loves).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really happy with the way it turned out. We all liked it - although Eli said he would have LOVED it if it had meat in it. Sigh. Next time I'll through some chopped chicken in or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asian Pilaf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 T. Olive oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 large green onions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 tsp. minced garlic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/2 tsp. Chinese five-spice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 c. medium bulgur, rinsed and drained&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 1/2 c. beef stock (which I had frozen in the freezer from the last roast I had made)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/2 bag baby carrots, sliced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 head broccoli, chopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heat oil in a saucepan on medium heat. Add onions and cook til tender. Add garlic and five-spice and toast 1 min. Dump in drained bulgur and stir well - add a generous pinch of salt. Cook one minute. Pour in beef stock (you could use water, chicken/veggie stock, etc.) and bring to a boil. Reduce heat to low, cover with tight fitting lid and cook 12-15 minutes or until bulgur is tender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While bulgur is cooking, steam carrots and broccoli (I did mine in the microwave). Once bulgur is finished - gently toss all together. Season with a little soy sauce if desired! Yum!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604793352663474146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lQdZhavCIS0/Tcg529j6H-I/AAAAAAAAAd8/7oG2_179nmU/s320/DSC04240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy - and done in around 20-25 minutes total. I love that! And healthy for all of us. I'm sold. And I'm excited to try some new recipes with my Quinoa and Amaranth as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-4540458357018214322?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4540458357018214322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/bulgur-ishess.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/4540458357018214322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/4540458357018214322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/bulgur-ishess.html' title='Bulgur-ishess'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lQdZhavCIS0/Tcg529j6H-I/AAAAAAAAAd8/7oG2_179nmU/s72-c/DSC04240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-3420366824147672947</id><published>2011-05-06T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T12:04:30.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Triumph!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although Jonah was potty trained long ago ... he has always struggled to stay dry at night. We have never pushed him -believing that he would stay dry when he was ready. He's a pretty heavy sleeper, so we didn't want to make him upset by pushing him to try and stay dry and have many nights of accidents. He's been just wearing a diaper at night, and we've talked on many occasions about how soon we would be trying to wear underwear at night, but he always got really fearful about the idea. Being a first child, I see the perfectionist in Jonah ... and I think the thought of having accidents at night just really bothers him, no matter how often we assure him that it's not big deal and "no, you won't be in trouble" if an accident happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not worth traumatizing him about - to us. So, we told him when he was ready to give it a try, we were there to cheer him on. And, since he had earned a "fighter guy" (aka a Star Wars figure) when he conquered staying dry at naptimes, we had promised another fighter guy once he started staying dry at night and being willing to wear underwear. But most nights, he woke up wet and we just kept saying that the right time would come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Yay! All week long he woke up with dry diapers, and last night, he suddenly said that he wanted to wear his underwear to bed! All on his own ... we tucked him in, prayed with him that he could stay dry again, and this morning a triumphent little 4 year old woke up Daddy - all dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They trooped to the basement to pick out a figure - YODA - and Jonah has carried him around today and called Oma to share the glory. Yes, there will probably still be some accidents happening, but we have turned the corner and we're so excited!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603680631216260930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zFmBdAwc8D8/TcRF2DJhx0I/AAAAAAAAAds/EK5iolCCMWI/s400/DSC04270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603680628331144578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ac5wbAF2Fd0/TcRF14ZqZYI/AAAAAAAAAdk/iA3lgANQbVk/s400/DSC04271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603680622568993234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gZoB0ry-AzE/TcRF1i728dI/AAAAAAAAAdc/lIaRJBPTtmc/s400/DSC04272.JPG" /&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/1585734578692427396-3420366824147672947?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3420366824147672947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/another-triumph.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/3420366824147672947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/3420366824147672947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/another-triumph.html' title='Another Triumph!'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zFmBdAwc8D8/TcRF2DJhx0I/AAAAAAAAAds/EK5iolCCMWI/s72-c/DSC04270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-4376932295403608840</id><published>2011-05-03T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T05:29:19.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today is my dad's birthday. I'm pretty sure for him, the day may run like most other Tuesday work days tend to be: taking care of office business; staff meeting at the church; catching up on phone calls; appointments; etc. But, it's still his birthday! And birthdays always cause me to reminesce a little ... (not that I need an excuse to get sappy, but might as well take one when I get it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad is like a rock. Seriously. He is steady, he is always there for me/us, he has been a constant, loving presence all my life. Raising five kids might drive some people batty - but I never remember my dad pushing us away. Instead, we were welcomed to sit in his lap, he rubbed my back and sang me songs (one particular one I still sing to my boys every night) every night for bed, played tackle/tickle with us on the floor of the living room, taught us how to play sports, taught us how to use money wisely (I still remember the occasional calculator coming along the grocery shopping trips!), and on and on and on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And still ... I probably call my dad too much! I am amazed at how he listens when his three daughters call him at different times when we're going through emotional stuff. He just lets us cry, counsels us through, and prays with us. If I haven't talked to him in a few days, he usually calls me - just to check in! He has helped Eli and I on countless house projects, car repairs ... and more. And the same for all my siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so proud to call him MY DAD. And even prouder for him to be the boys' OPA. To be a part of his heritage. As I watch him pastor the church and interact with others, he challenges me to become a better person, to want to change to be more like the Lord, to desire more patience in my life. After Eli - my dad is one guy who I respect with all my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could tell all the stories that are flooding my mind and heart as I think of him this morning. I am thankful that I still have time to spend with him and that he is healthy and able to still be active dad and Opa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I did what any loving daughter would do ... I made him a pie = ) For his birthday, all my siblings had gone over to my parents' house on Sunday and did various house projects/fixer uppers for them. But, on Tuesday staff meetings at the church, they always celebrate staff birthday with a special dessert. So, I asked Dad what he wanted, so I could make something and sent it with Eli. Reply? Coconut Cream Pie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602465594339659122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2WSu9s_ujm4/Tb_0xmD2jXI/AAAAAAAAAdU/UDsmVVtueDs/s320/DSC04235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Done. Mine may not rival these favorites of our family down in the boonies of Arkansas that we get every Thanksgiving ... but mine was made with a lot more love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-4376932295403608840?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4376932295403608840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-birthday-dad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/4376932295403608840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/4376932295403608840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad!'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2WSu9s_ujm4/Tb_0xmD2jXI/AAAAAAAAAdU/UDsmVVtueDs/s72-c/DSC04235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-8048619502864945802</id><published>2011-04-29T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T13:21:22.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally! Naptime Success!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Jonah is getting to the point where there are more days that naps DON'T happen, than days in which naps DO happen. This is a serious bummer for me. Sure, I do love time with the boys, but I also love my "me time", the time when their eyes close and breathing slows ... and all is quiet in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, the four year old is attempting to threaten that peace and quiet I treasure. We have worked to train him that whether or not he naps isn't really the question here: he still will spend a "quiet time" in his room. Time for him to unwind (and work on the skill of playing ALONE), and Mommy to "do her work". = ) So, in his room he is put. Sometimes without a fuss, sometimes with a big attempt to bargain with me - but this isn't something that is optional around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems that we were about half and half with naps and quiet times. But this week, this week, Monday-Thursday, there were NO NAPS. And he was starting to get cranky, whiny, and tired. But he has learned the trick (the deadly one we adults all employ) of &lt;em&gt;pushing through that tired moment. &lt;/em&gt;So we can get to the next wind, so to speak. Now, I might sometimes use caffeine as a little assistant - I think he just exercises sheer willpower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to his room, over and over he went: because the more tired he got as the week went on, the more times he attempted to cut it short - I am assuming because he knew he was tired, and he wanted the distraction of interacting with me to stay awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, today, ahhhhhhh, today. I put him on my bed (less toys around), with his animals, some blankets, and one book. Ten minutes later ... I peeked and found this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601102577584068066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QwUS-gniWng/TbsdHk9sVeI/AAAAAAAAAdM/2QZiiU7_uy0/s320/DSC04233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sweet - so innocent looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what will I do with my own personal quiet time? Hmmmm, I've been doing some studying, some laundry, some cooking ... but believe me when I say I am &lt;strong&gt;enjoying every second of it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-8048619502864945802?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8048619502864945802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/finally-naptime-success.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8048619502864945802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8048619502864945802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/finally-naptime-success.html' title='Finally! Naptime Success!'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QwUS-gniWng/TbsdHk9sVeI/AAAAAAAAAdM/2QZiiU7_uy0/s72-c/DSC04233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-6354911137853020728</id><published>2011-04-27T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T11:54:51.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noosa Yoghurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not necessarily in the habit of giving product reviews: in fact, I've never done one on this blog before ... until today. Until I enjoyed - almost devoured - probably what I would call the most DELICIOUS YOGURT EVER. And you might think that I'm slightly exaggerating. Hmmmm, I can't believe that I am. It.was.that.good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600336997989545538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_8K_sg9zJyM/Tbhk0-uk9kI/AAAAAAAAAdE/FrJ_fyr-mnc/s320/DSC04180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eli gave me a Mango Noosa Yoghurt "in" my Easter basket (or, rather, in the fridge, but technically suppose to be part of said basket). Neither of us had ever seen it before. I think he stumbled upon while searching for other basket fillers at Hy-Vee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh my.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't even describe it to you! So good. It was thick, but kinda fluffy, creamy, sweet, and just really darn good. I called him as soon as I finished it to compliment him on his choice. It isn't fat free (it has Cream listed as an ingredient), but still had 18g of protein for the 8 oz container, which is pretty good. And hey, I'll put up with a little fat for that good of a taste!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600336986909907538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4xf7uOou9Ow/Tbhk0Vc_GlI/AAAAAAAAAc8/MzJhu2EoePw/s320/DSC04181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I looked up their &lt;a href="http://noosayoghurt.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;, but there's not really any type of information on it, other than I can gather they sell it at Whole Foods (Hy-Vee as well), and are working to get their product out. It's from Colorado. They have a few other flavors as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I can say (to the four people I know that actually read this blog = )) is that you.should.try.it. PLEASE.&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/1585734578692427396-6354911137853020728?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6354911137853020728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/noosa-yoghurt.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6354911137853020728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6354911137853020728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/noosa-yoghurt.html' title='Noosa Yoghurt'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_8K_sg9zJyM/Tbhk0-uk9kI/AAAAAAAAAdE/FrJ_fyr-mnc/s72-c/DSC04180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-7986020884473060437</id><published>2011-04-25T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T15:19:24.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause Sunglasses ... Protect Our Eyes From the Sun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyone else out there a "Corinna Corinna" movie lover? My older sister and I used to watch the movie ... such a good message. And now, Eli and I still sing the sunglasses song when we put on sunglasses in the car or outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did Easter baskets for boys - as usual! One thing that Jonah had been asking about recently was where on earth his sunglasses were. Well, I'm glad he remembers that he &lt;em&gt;has &lt;/em&gt;a pair of sunglasses, but the &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; is extremely theoretical at this point. We haven't seen them since at least last fall. Eli and I agreed that sunglasses for both boys were in order! We got a good deal at Kohl's, and saved them for Easter baskets. Although it cloudy outside when the boys opened them up, they didn't care! Time to put them on, pull out the little water guns that were also tucked amid green plastic grass, and show Daddy what tough guys they think they are!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599648653529445906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wEKZmjqy2Co/TbXyyDyd9hI/AAAAAAAAAc0/WflMgKZa_UI/s400/DSC04168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599648648581225618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TEXZYUHqEuc/TbXyxxWuHJI/AAAAAAAAAcs/gi_D-jbbhNA/s400/DSC04169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599648641746362354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DVwt_mUnG3w/TbXyxX5KX_I/AAAAAAAAAck/DdQ-yHy-PjI/s400/DSC04173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599648637684943490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aFrh_SYN89I/TbXyxIw2CoI/AAAAAAAAAcc/quADQNt4P8A/s400/DSC04174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599648632345812610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kYTgDR0nfyM/TbXyw035XoI/AAAAAAAAAcU/GviZqOiDPIU/s400/DSC04171.JPG" /&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/1585734578692427396-7986020884473060437?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7986020884473060437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/cause-sunglasses-protect-our-eyes-from.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/7986020884473060437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/7986020884473060437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/cause-sunglasses-protect-our-eyes-from.html' title='&apos;Cause Sunglasses ... Protect Our Eyes From the Sun!'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wEKZmjqy2Co/TbXyyDyd9hI/AAAAAAAAAc0/WflMgKZa_UI/s72-c/DSC04168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-1974460522768917481</id><published>2011-04-22T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T08:43:39.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Best Granola Ever" - as requested!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://followmyfitsteps.com/"&gt;Natalie&lt;/a&gt; just completed her tenth 1/2 Marathon on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amazing? YES. Double YES. She is inspiring ... maybe I can do one someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To congratulate, I made her some granola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yup. Cooking/Baking for others is totally a love language of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she loves granola, healthy foods, and trying new things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was extremely happy with how this batch came out. Probably one of my favorites ... and when she took it home and her husband tasted it? I earned the honor (for however long or short lived) of it being the "best granola ever". Thank goodness Natalie still loves me - even if Colin loved the granola. Fear not, she requested the recipe to be posted so that she, too, can whip some up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crumbly, Crunchy, and YUMMY Granola!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 1/2 c. old fashioned oats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 c. shredded coconut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1/4 c. margarine or butter, or something of the sort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2/3 c. honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 T. brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 1/2 tsp. vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3/4 tsp. coarse salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 - 3 c. nuts - any variety, any mixture - whatever you like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1 - 1 1/2 c. dried fruit (raisins, cranberries, apricots, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Toast oats and coconut - stirring frequently - until golden brown and fragrant. Reduce oven heat to 300 degrees. Combine butter, honey, brown sugar, vanilla and salt in a small saucepan and heat to boiling. Boil 1 min. Remove from heat and set aside. Combine oat mixture, nuts, and dried fruit in a large bowl. Stir in wet mixture and combine well. Press mixture into a parchment paper or foil (sprayed w/ cooking spray) lined 9x13 pan. Bake close to 25 min or until golden brown on top. Let cool completely. Lift out, and crumble into preferred container - attempting to not eat all at once!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This granola has a really good salty taste that has the dried fruit giving sweetness for balance. I adapted it from a granola bar recipe. To work it into bars, decrease the dried ingredients some. I usually cut the recipe in half and bake it in an 8x8 pan. And really, it's pretty darn healthly. For an entire 9x13 pan, we're talking only 4 T. of butter/margarine, no oil, and LOTS of grains and fruits. In the last two batches I have made ... I used a mixture of nuts: sunflower, pine, peanuts, and walnuts - and raisins for my dried fruit. The great thing is: granola can be adapted to suit any flavor taste or combination you want to put together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry, no pics of this one yet ... but next I make some, I'll add one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-1974460522768917481?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1974460522768917481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/best-granola-ever-as-requested.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/1974460522768917481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/1974460522768917481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/best-granola-ever-as-requested.html' title='&quot;Best Granola Ever&quot; - as requested!'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-8493930031334682037</id><published>2011-04-17T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T19:13:39.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mommy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our bedtime routine is pretty much the same that it has always been. Try to wind down the madness going on ... change in jammies ... brush teeth and wash hands/face ... use the bathroom ... read some books in bed ... sings songs ... pray. And - throw in baths at the beginning of that every other night or so (seems like more baths are necessary now that we're outside a lot more - but I'm hoping once we start pulling out the hose during hot weather, the need for nightly baths will once again decrease slightly). Eli and I usually each take a boy - if we're both home -and tackle the routine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the past few nights, "Mommy" has been the one that both boys request for putting them down to bed. Don't get me wrong, I don't envision this as anything super amazing. A short phase. In fact, I consider it rather miraculous that at the end of the day - which they have spent with Mommy - they are still requesting more time with me: seeing as I am the one that has sent them to the majority of their time outs, given them the most lectures, retricted the most activities (&lt;em&gt;No, I'm sorry. We don't go to the bathroom outside in our backyard. And my answer will always be NO!&lt;/em&gt;) Why don't they want the fun and rowdy Daddy? They will ... give it a few days or weeks and suddenly he'll be the "ONE".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now they 've both caught on that the other one also wants Mommy. And they're fighting over it. Not that it's physically impossible for me to do both children - we just try and split it in order to get it done ON TIME so that we still HAVE TIME before we crash into bed. Two bedrooms, two kiddos = two parents doing duty. = ) But tonight, my two (mostly) naked children (yes, stirring the ash/water mixture in the fire pit outside did get rather messy) decided that they both wanted, no, I'm sorry, they both NEEDED Mommy to put them to bed. So, they attacked me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596740428736074866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7tSwGSMgp_w/TaudxGLhlHI/AAAAAAAAAak/gm3mM-Nu5P0/s320/DSC04116.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grabbed me: shouting "My Mommy" at each other. Eli snapped a couple pictures. I laughed. = ) Silly, but funny, and a memory all at the same time. Why? Because someday they won't even want me to get them ready, read them a book, sing them a song and then give them kisses upon kisses goodnight. They'll want their door shut instead of open ... they'll say "g'night" and head away to a room that off limits -wishfully - to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596740426117935426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KK7-yg77IAo/Taudw8bT8UI/AAAAAAAAAac/WzwYzcyz5ug/s320/DSC04117.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I'll remember this and smile back. And even though Reuben was eventually handed into Eli's arms for nighttime ... I'll try and enjoy every single night of bedtime routine I still get ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-8493930031334682037?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8493930031334682037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-mommy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8493930031334682037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8493930031334682037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-mommy.html' title='My Mommy!'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7tSwGSMgp_w/TaudxGLhlHI/AAAAAAAAAak/gm3mM-Nu5P0/s72-c/DSC04116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-1487604846436065934</id><published>2011-04-11T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T19:17:09.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberries</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Yuuummmm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Around here, strawberries have been going down in price as spring is coming! We have been buying lots each week – not only for the fruit-lovin’ mama, but for my strawberry monster a.k.a. JONAH. And when there’s a healthy fruit he loves – we try and keep it around whenever we can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594514446206934354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B3Fj35x21ak/TaO1P3D0nVI/AAAAAAAAAaU/qQNM23imWsA/s400/DSC04062.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;We have been eating most of our strawberries plain/jane style. Washed, cut, and by the bowlful. However, I suddenly remembered the Strawberry Muffin recipe that was given to me by my mother-in-law – passed to her by a friend. THIS one is one that Eli also craves! When strawberries are in full “season”, I buy lots. We make jam, but I also crush and freeze the amount needed in the recipe in little bags in the freezer to pull out later on in the year to enjoy that springtime feel when cooler temps reappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Try and enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Strawberry Muffins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Combine and set aside: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;- 1 c. crushed/finely chopped strawberries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;- 1/4 c. white sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Mix together: - 1 ¾ c. flour (I use a combo of white and whole wheat – you can play with it!) - 1 tsp. baking soda - ¼ tsp. salt - ½ c. white sugar. Make a well in the center of dry ingredients and add: - 2 eggs - ½ c. oil OR unsweetened applesauce - your sweetened strawberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Mix together until just combined. Spoon into a 12 cup muffin tin that you have either greased or lined with paper liners. Bake at 350 degrees for approx. 25 minutes.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594514438498701266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-biW2uhD_yK0/TaO1PaWCT9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/5ggpncsXQ1A/s400/DSC04109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-1487604846436065934?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1487604846436065934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/strawberries.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/1487604846436065934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/1487604846436065934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/strawberries.html' title='Strawberries'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B3Fj35x21ak/TaO1P3D0nVI/AAAAAAAAAaU/qQNM23imWsA/s72-c/DSC04062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-7549141251199050188</id><published>2011-04-10T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:51:05.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Who I Am ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Or, at least, one side of me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the side, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I teach aerobics at the all women's gym near my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I joined as a member when I was pregnant with Jonah, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and trained to become an instructor about a year and a half ago! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have NEVER looked back! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love fitness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love seeing what my body is capable of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is amazing how God created our bodies and muscles and what they can accomplish! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy being in good health, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;having the energy to be rambunctious with my boys, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the muscle to help Eli do things around the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a "launch" day at the gym. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the programs I teach is called &lt;a href="http://www.lesmills.com/midwest/bodystep/bodystep-group-fitness-class.aspx"&gt;BodyStep&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We trained through an international company &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and provide a pre-choreographed step aerobics workout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each quarter, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the gym does a big hullabaloo with all the classes: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making a fun atmosphere and the opportunity for non-members to try classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We showcase the new music and moves that we'll be incoporating through &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594121131239283266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BneMEmT0e4E/TaJPh6oGGkI/AAAAAAAAAaE/t6LYXu6WuNk/s320/DSC04084.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We teach as a team on launch days - so Sherri and Alison and I rocked it out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time - SUPER SWEATY by the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ladies were great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594121127465572674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dRXJWE5ai1c/TaJPhskX2UI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/HwnYiXXXOE8/s320/DSC04101.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to share more about my fitness love a bit on the blog every now and then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-7549141251199050188?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7549141251199050188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-who-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/7549141251199050188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/7549141251199050188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-who-i-am.html' title='This Is Who I Am ...'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BneMEmT0e4E/TaJPh6oGGkI/AAAAAAAAAaE/t6LYXu6WuNk/s72-c/DSC04084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-2432367448095988914</id><published>2011-04-08T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T07:07:35.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minivan Mom</title><content type='html'>It happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can no longer drive down the street, thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yup, I got two kids in the back,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm driving my big truck, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or my sweet little Toyota. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still pretty cool lookin' ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those times have come and gone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doesn't matter what music I'm playing anymore! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got a minivan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;True. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have wanted one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhhh, space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ability to put in three car seats, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that when I have Tirzah, I am actually legal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By being able to have all three kids in their car seats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been looking for the right deal for a few months now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saved and saved our pennies for a few years now ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And our 2005 Honda Odessey is here&lt;em&gt;!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593213159099758242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0UgiRPEss1g/TZ8Vu-0udqI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/N6eB-0p5fQ4/s400/DSC04064.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm super excited that it has POWER DOORS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And delighted that is DOES NOT have a built in DVD player! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woo hoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three days later of driving, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lovin' it ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-2432367448095988914?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2432367448095988914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/minivan-mom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/2432367448095988914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/2432367448095988914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/minivan-mom.html' title='Minivan Mom'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0UgiRPEss1g/TZ8Vu-0udqI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/N6eB-0p5fQ4/s72-c/DSC04064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-2498730904994035014</id><published>2011-04-04T13:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T13:34:45.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumbly Arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday mornings are really the only slightly lazy morning at our house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Technically, Mondays are Eli's day off from work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, he gets to sleep in a bit, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I don't have to be at the gym to teach until 9 a.m. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no preschool, no Bible studies, no Tirzah, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we kind of laze around ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes make pancakes - you get the idea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This morning, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jonah and Eli were sitting together on the couch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I came in from the kitchen and joined them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jonah was being silly, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trying to "trick" us by reaching his hands around and under us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not sure exactly what game he thought he was playing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Is this your back?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Is this your arm, Daddy?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Is this your back, Mommy"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was trying to guess what he could tickle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He got Eli's arm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eli asked him, "&lt;em&gt;Do you think that's Mommy's arm you're touching?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;No"&lt;/em&gt; came the assured reply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jonah touched my arm: &lt;em&gt;"Mommy's arms are smooth.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yours (Daddy's) are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grumbly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-2498730904994035014?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2498730904994035014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/grumbly-arms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/2498730904994035014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/2498730904994035014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/grumbly-arms.html' title='Grumbly Arms'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-921185668718462095</id><published>2011-03-31T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T15:58:27.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-Bye March</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590380121904174002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Esy66bYAiBk/TZUFGg2A07I/AAAAAAAAAZs/COkKrDm-ZR4/s400/DSC03991.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JONAH ON HIS LONG-AWAITED "BIG BOY BIKE ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;March seems like it has gone by fast ... I was thinking &lt;em&gt;"what on earth filled this month up?"&lt;/em&gt; and then I started cleaning pictures off my camera and re-lived some fun March-Moments!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nEaC36NLg3Q/TZUFGYmDpwI/AAAAAAAAAZk/PNFqy44IcEU/s1600/DSC03958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590380119689766658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nEaC36NLg3Q/TZUFGYmDpwI/AAAAAAAAAZk/PNFqy44IcEU/s400/DSC03958.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEERING ON THE JAYHAWKS THRU MARCH MADNESS ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FMcqLqH3gv0/TZTxuaeLbeI/AAAAAAAAAZc/S-6rB7vBgLY/s1600/DSC03966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590358817155804642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FMcqLqH3gv0/TZTxuaeLbeI/AAAAAAAAAZc/S-6rB7vBgLY/s400/DSC03966.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A FOURTH BIRTHDAY FILLED WITH LIGHT SABERS,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIENDS, JEDI CAPES, AND A DEATH STAR PINATA! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-62etwEnvOD0/TZTxuEEHqoI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Szl7mLpDyz4/s1600/DSC03848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590358811140926082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-62etwEnvOD0/TZTxuEEHqoI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Szl7mLpDyz4/s400/DSC03848.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A SECOND BIRTHDAY (yikes! I don't like to think that my baby's next one &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will be his third)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxgFZEXh67E/TZTxt2q1BBI/AAAAAAAAAZM/d4v5M5HHhw4/s1600/DSC03822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590358807545185298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxgFZEXh67E/TZTxt2q1BBI/AAAAAAAAAZM/d4v5M5HHhw4/s400/DSC03822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOME PLAYDOUGH COOKIN' WITH A FAVORITE COUSIN ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P7yUyVrcugM/TZTxtr8wgyI/AAAAAAAAAZE/oDKVXhuS8Z8/s1600/DSC03818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590358804667597602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P7yUyVrcugM/TZTxtr8wgyI/AAAAAAAAAZE/oDKVXhuS8Z8/s400/DSC03818.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND BEST OF ALL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIME WITH FAMILY -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND LOTS OF SILLY TIME WITH DADDY ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yup. It was a fun month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now? Well, we're hopin' these last few days of cold that are hanging on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will finally fade away (funny - they ALWAYS do at some point!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we'll spend hours outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How? Basketball, planting flowers, bike rides, walks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hunting for bugs, looking at birds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and whatever those little hearts' find fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-921185668718462095?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/921185668718462095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/good-bye-march.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/921185668718462095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/921185668718462095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/good-bye-march.html' title='Good-Bye March'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Esy66bYAiBk/TZUFGg2A07I/AAAAAAAAAZs/COkKrDm-ZR4/s72-c/DSC03991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-7750693495118618887</id><published>2011-03-24T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T14:22:58.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th Birthday, Jonah!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mWSVkOCP0vk/TYuyzZ2zfrI/AAAAAAAAAY0/P3ZAHqsAvwA/s1600/P3250054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587756358867058354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mWSVkOCP0vk/TYuyzZ2zfrI/AAAAAAAAAY0/P3ZAHqsAvwA/s400/P3250054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy 4th Birthday to our Jonah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, a day late ... we were out of town the last three days - so a day late posting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can't believe that four years ago he was born and made me a "mommy".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I remember his birth story so clearly ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the surprise doctor appointment where they said I needed to be induced ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the challenges that came along with being induced!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then, the arrival of my tiny guy ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jonah has been such a fun kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of course, many challenges along the way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but his personality is hilarious - he loves to joke and tease and laugh with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then he is so inquisitive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He loves to learn and asks so many questions about things so that he can amass more information!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The past year has been exciting to see him figure things out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I continue to pray that as he grows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;his heart will yearn for a true and lasting relationship with Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as he asks so many questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and learns about right and wrong, lies vs. truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And - that he will have lot fun during his 4th year, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587756351982689154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xOx3kWWbIdc/TYuyzANcW4I/AAAAAAAAAYs/zV-sW78oCRo/s400/DSC03544.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-7750693495118618887?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7750693495118618887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-4th-birthday-jonah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/7750693495118618887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/7750693495118618887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-4th-birthday-jonah.html' title='Happy 4th Birthday, Jonah!!!'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mWSVkOCP0vk/TYuyzZ2zfrI/AAAAAAAAAY0/P3ZAHqsAvwA/s72-c/P3250054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-3481792016408353746</id><published>2011-03-18T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T19:04:35.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Our home has turned into Star Warsville … truly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Not sure how it happened (okay, we do – thanks, Eli), but Jonah loves Star Wars. Not that he has ever watched the actual movies … no way! But, he loves them just the same. He came by it honestly. Eli has three storage tubs full of Star Wars action figures – most still in their original packaging. We have opened a few for Jonah to play with, and it just took off from there. He now is planning a Star Wars birthday party, talks about Star Wars all the time, wears Darth Vader helmets around the house, at any given time is spouting off random Star Wars facts, and constantly reminds me that he “can change into any Star Wars guy”. He completely schools me in Star Wars knowledge, and has already spent hours with his nose in a Star Wars sticker/fact book that he got last Saturday for his birthday. Oh my.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;And Reuben is just following along behind him …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;How do I know it’s past just a “normal” thing? Well, you know your kid(s) are beyond that point when:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Your two-year old now walks around saying “Boba Fett”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Both boys love to put on the Darth Vader helmet and say “you don’t know the power of the dark side” and laugh hysterically at each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Jonah knows probably near one hundred different Star Wars characters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Jonah refers to his mother as “Princess Leia”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Reuben holds up action figures and eagerly pronounces some to be “ba dye” (bad guy) and some to be “doo dye” (good guy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Jonah walked into Eli’s office Wednesday night – first thing he noticed? The birthday party invitations Tatyana had made for him that were Star Wars. “MOMMY! WHAT ARE THOSE STAR WARS THINGS?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Light Saber fights are now a daily ritual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;You have had to have several discussions on why Anakein Skywalker chose to follow the dark side … and yes, that was a bad decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Due to playing the LEGO Star Wars video game, Jonah now refers to his own energy level in bars: i.e., “Mommy, I am pretty tired. I only have one energy left …”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin;font-family:Calibri;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;He longs for the day when he is allowed to watch the “real” movies. Yikes. I remember being FREAKED out by those when I was little!!!! Not ready for that day to come …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I know that phases come and go … but I’m interested to see how long this one sticks around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585604929596807266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQWgqJSnUk0/TYQOFvRJ2GI/AAAAAAAAAYk/vaAOqvgqjKo/s320/DSC03838.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Getting into his Star Wars book at birthday time ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585604921658825842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qRQ-7ynvPhw/TYQOFRsl3HI/AAAAAAAAAYc/SR79u0im5Jk/s320/DSC03853.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First time in the full-out Darth Vadar costume. Do these buttons really work?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-3481792016408353746?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3481792016408353746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/our-home-has-turned-into-star-warsville.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/3481792016408353746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/3481792016408353746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/our-home-has-turned-into-star-warsville.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQWgqJSnUk0/TYQOFvRJ2GI/AAAAAAAAAYk/vaAOqvgqjKo/s72-c/DSC03838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-8805003886883909300</id><published>2011-03-14T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T14:20:16.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Sibling Bond</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gkGdfKzplbM/TX6F49UaVOI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6Hh7536ir7Y/s1600/DSC03803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584047801565336802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gkGdfKzplbM/TX6F49UaVOI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6Hh7536ir7Y/s400/DSC03803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many, &lt;strong&gt;many,&lt;/strong&gt; M.A.N.Y. times that it seems no matter what I say, how I intervene, how I don't intervene ... the boys don't get along. Squabbles, arguments, envy, "mine!" ... you name it! And for those of us that have siblings, or multiple children - well, we get it. Little children, selfish and self-focused, cannot see from another's perspective, and so chaos often ensues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584047791589219122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wYSkxQeBmzU/TX6F4YJ62zI/AAAAAAAAAYM/a--v37yjOtY/s400/DSC03805.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are also those many times in which I see that sibling bond shine through. The other night, these two boys that so often quarrel about ridiculous things, were each other's best friend. They played together, they helped each other out, etc. And at one point, Jonah was laying his head in Reuben's lap, and they were just giggling and smiling and enjoying each other's silliness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584047772724685506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ne2z-NsSu6I/TX6F3R4Q6sI/AAAAAAAAAX0/uaEPWKEerr8/s400/DSC03809.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584047781311844770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5AHl__yjQfY/TX6F3x3mkaI/AAAAAAAAAYE/9jSC9Uv61SQ/s400/DSC03806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't trade my siblings for the world. Sure, I can look back and remembers times that didn't feel so "lovey dovey", but I cannot imagine my life without the other four ... and now my two sisters are my dearest friends. I pray the same for Jonah and Reuben - boys so close together - that they become pillars of strength for each other during life's tough times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584047778190587682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ytlhVbb6Py4/TX6F3mPb9yI/AAAAAAAAAX8/vor3I7t6K30/s400/DSC03807.JPG" /&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/1585734578692427396-8805003886883909300?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8805003886883909300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/that-sibling-bond.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8805003886883909300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8805003886883909300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/that-sibling-bond.html' title='That Sibling Bond'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gkGdfKzplbM/TX6F49UaVOI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6Hh7536ir7Y/s72-c/DSC03803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-3211901634068898131</id><published>2011-03-08T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T17:34:50.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goliath</title><content type='html'>Eli wanted me to "write" this down so that we could remember,&lt;br /&gt;Well, that means put it on the blog, because there is no "where" that we write these kinds of things down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah and I were driving to the gym yesterday morning, as usual for Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;We drove by the Armory, and a soldier was standing outside in his uniform&lt;br /&gt;(he was smoking, but thank goodness Jonah didn't catch that part).&lt;br /&gt;We started talking about tanks, armies, soldiers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Jonah asked me why the soldiers were there today.&lt;br /&gt;I told him that they were probably meeting to practice "army stuff"&lt;br /&gt;and talk about protecting people and fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;But why do they need to practice?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that they are ready if they need to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;But they don't need to fight ... there aren't any bad guys here."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Mommy, bad guys like Darth Vader aren't real. They are just pretend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So the army guys don't have to fight."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(can you hear the echo of what we have been telling him when he gets scared at night? Yeah.)&lt;br /&gt;Well, Jonah, there are some bad guys other places. People that want to do bad things and hurt other people. And the soldiers in the army are prepared to fight and protect us if they need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then very seriously and as caringly as this could sound: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I sure hope that they don't have to go and fight Goliath. THAT WOULD BE REALLY BAD FOR THEM."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me too, Jonah, me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-3211901634068898131?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3211901634068898131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/goliath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/3211901634068898131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/3211901634068898131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/goliath.html' title='Goliath'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-6317507557956109671</id><published>2011-03-04T18:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T19:04:19.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Birthday to Reuben!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580425855728819554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VCn-t-bTvH0/TXGnv9ofHWI/AAAAAAAAAXk/2L7w9Ujgw0A/s400/P3040018.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard to believe that two years ago, today, little Reuben James was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our second son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He went from being such a tiny little guy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to my big boy who thinks he can do anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Especially when that "anything" is "something" that his big brother is doing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since Eli started his new job in November,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have seen such a wonderful change in Reuben.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not that he wasn't always sweet and fun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But since Eli has been home more,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reuben's attitude has improved so much and he just laughs and smiles MORE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having such a wonderful time seeing this part of him come out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as always, this boy has some kind of beat going on in his head ...&lt;br /&gt;So it was fitting to get him a guitar for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580425864337146626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oyNMqe73fnQ/TXGnwds3wwI/AAAAAAAAAXs/vHUE1bB4voM/s400/DSC03797.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to our boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-6317507557956109671?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6317507557956109671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-2nd-birthday-to-reuben.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6317507557956109671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6317507557956109671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-2nd-birthday-to-reuben.html' title='Happy 2nd Birthday to Reuben!'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VCn-t-bTvH0/TXGnv9ofHWI/AAAAAAAAAXk/2L7w9Ujgw0A/s72-c/P3040018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-600553135171970100</id><published>2011-02-28T05:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T05:29:28.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonah's Day Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jonah went to visit some special friends' house yesterday after church. Mr. Brent and Mrs. Cheryl keep ducks and have tractors, and all kinds of things that little boys love! He has been waiting for this "visit day" for a couple weeks, and boy, he was not disappointed! He came back, well, ready to go again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1GKONk2hFkE/TWuiOIGMMRI/AAAAAAAAAXc/u0y78hODxsU/s320/P2274235.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578730927003808018" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VXDJEM0CUfk/TWuiNje0ybI/AAAAAAAAAXU/IT8dnFhPf_o/s320/P2274230.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578730917175019954" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;What little boy doesn't love tractors? And getting to sit on them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gthopdg3wJo/TWuhtb6OpiI/AAAAAAAAAXM/HlfaZdS3iAM/s320/P2274226.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578730365386663458" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jmqCltDwGIk/TWuhtCu_ZxI/AAAAAAAAAXE/jqlPRdd3S8c/s320/P2274216.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578730358628640530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Jonah had been &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;waiting to meet these ducks ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CFKpDUiM4ec/TWuhs3BqPjI/AAAAAAAAAW8/qmqmcL9Ok0I/s320/P2274218.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578730355485720114" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VG1TS59Rf_A/TWuhsjUSCvI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Bb9O4lXeX3w/s320/P2274221.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578730350195116786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to our friends for taking him on a visit! Jonah talked about it for the rest of day!&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/1585734578692427396-600553135171970100?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/600553135171970100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/02/jonahs-day-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/600553135171970100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/600553135171970100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/02/jonahs-day-out.html' title='Jonah&apos;s Day Out!'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1GKONk2hFkE/TWuiOIGMMRI/AAAAAAAAAXc/u0y78hODxsU/s72-c/P2274235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-8420352668886396517</id><published>2011-02-26T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T12:45:56.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Long Week</title><content type='html'>Eli headed off Sunday afternoon for a week-long, Mon-Fri, 8-5 class at school in Springfield this week. I geared myself up for single-mommyhood. Perhaps the Lord wanted to remind me that I can't really do anything on my own - that it all has to be about finding strength in Him. But I thought that things would go rather smoothly ... instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Both boys started the week out with harsh coughs, congestion, drainage, etc.&lt;br /&gt;- Reuben ran low fevers Monday and Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;- Jonah randomly threw up (while in my bed) at 2 a.m. on Monday night. Apparently it seemed to be, well, random, as when he woke up Tuesday morning he was fine, but I had to keep him home from preschool since he had just thrown up.&lt;br /&gt;- Their colds just keeping going ALL.WEEK.LONG&lt;br /&gt;- I missed Eli ...&lt;br /&gt;- They lovingly shared their colds with me ... Dayquil and Nyquil became close friends with me on Thursday and Friday&lt;br /&gt;- In the middle of a big snowstorm Thursday evening, I had to get Reuben to the doctor - yes, he had an ear infection - and then thru the pharmacy to get medicine for said infection&lt;br /&gt;- I missed my hubby ...&lt;br /&gt;- Thursday and Friday we took care of my 3 month old neice - and I admit it - I was just weary and it was rough to add an infant to the mix of life in our house&lt;br /&gt;- Someone rear-ended Eli on the highway in Springfield - right where the same car had just been hit/and/run a few weeks ago and been repaired&lt;br /&gt;- Did I mention that I was missing Eli????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Lord reminded at the beginning of this week of a verse He had given to me a couple weeks that has become rather a mantra for me, something to say out loud, to murmer under my breath during tough moments, to repeat over and over when I am trying to fall asleep at night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The LORD gives strength to his people;&lt;br /&gt;   the LORD blesses his people with peace. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 29:11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can lift my eyes up off my circumstances, up off how I feel, up and off my perception of the situation ... to Him, then I will find strength in Him to keep going, I will find the peace that my entire being is craving in the midst of struggles that I cannot change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back over the week, I can see that God, perhaps, was humbling me. In and of myself, I wasn't enough to "do" it all. To "be" everything that was asked of me. And why do I even try? I NEVER can! Only when I push myself aside and lift up those weary eyes will I be filled with strength and peace. I got my lesson - and I'll probably have to be taught it again and again as my pride tends to come back again and again. But, maybe, just maybe, I've been transformed a bit more? I can hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ... gleefully welcome Eli back home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-8420352668886396517?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8420352668886396517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-long-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8420352668886396517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8420352668886396517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-long-week.html' title='One Long Week'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-1088038118666256347</id><published>2011-02-22T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:57:03.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phonics</title><content type='html'>Grandma gave Jonah a bunch of preschool/kindergarten workbooks that she had bought for his cousin, but had never gotten used several weeks ago. Although he does go to preschool two mornings a week, Jonah LOVES to pull out his "school" and work away at the table. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much, in fact, that I often have to dissuade him. Seems rather silly, but since we have to sit together and work through much of it, sounding out words, sounds, letters, etc., I just can't sit there for two straight hours and complete an entire book with him! But I am grateful for his enthusiasm. I was an avid reader, and although that often isn't the "stereotype" for boys, they love books and reading now, so I am eager to give Jonah a strong start in phonics and beginning to sound out words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My plan is to work through what we currently have, and once those are done, start in on "How To Read in 100 Easy Lessons" that my mom gave me. We get lots of questions on if we are going to homeschool - just as Eli and I both were - and I always respond that I am glad I don't have to make that decision just yet! I value the socialization Jonah is getting at a Christian preschool currently, along with learning to listen to his teacher and work alongside several other children. He was/still is often attached to my leg, so having some time away from me has really increased his confidence. In a year or so, we'll be tackling that decision, but for now, we'll work on things at home, and he'll work on things alongside peers ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576710182099954914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-1-PMzLpM8/TWR0XStfLOI/AAAAAAAAAWs/672LB-CXG_4/s320/DSC03770.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is a diligent worker ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576710180336820738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T11BExbuyLE/TWR0XMJH4gI/AAAAAAAAAWk/LU-Wre3ACMc/s320/DSC03768.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of course little brother has to get in on the act!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576710173132178434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LUZl1mIT_FU/TWR0WxTZxAI/AAAAAAAAAWc/MxQukNX-few/s320/DSC03769.JPG" /&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/1585734578692427396-1088038118666256347?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1088038118666256347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/02/phonics.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/1088038118666256347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/1088038118666256347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/02/phonics.html' title='Phonics'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-1-PMzLpM8/TWR0XStfLOI/AAAAAAAAAWs/672LB-CXG_4/s72-c/DSC03770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-623981474308127079</id><published>2011-02-16T12:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T12:23:31.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Your Manners</title><content type='html'>Today at lunch, Jonah apparently decided that putting his feet up on the table seemed like the comfortable thing to do. I informed him that feet do not belong on the table, and that it was "not good manners" to put feet up on tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What are manners, Mommy?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm, good question. Using good manners means that we are not rude, and that we are polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How do I not be rude?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double hmmmmmmm. We went through a slightly circular conversation. Jonah wanted to understand what I was trying to say, but I wasn't quite getting a good point across. I explained that using good manners and being polite was like how we say "Bless you" after someone sneezes, and "Excuse me" after burping or "tooting" in front of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ooohhhhh,"&lt;/em&gt; Jonah said knowingly. He nodded, the frowned and said,&lt;em&gt; "But what do we say after we poop?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmm, while I took all of three seconds to deliberate my answer, he grinned with triumph and said &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"STINKY WINKY!!!!!!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and waved his hand in front of his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Sure. We'll keep working on those manners! At least the feet won't be going back up on the table anytime soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-623981474308127079?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/623981474308127079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/02/mind-your-manners.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/623981474308127079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/623981474308127079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/02/mind-your-manners.html' title='Mind Your Manners'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-398571216419085189</id><published>2011-02-05T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T09:57:59.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Enough to Have an Opinion ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TU7hBrzD0YI/AAAAAAAAAV8/oxRp3FuGiPE/s1600/DSC03767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570637208156885378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TU7hBrzD0YI/AAAAAAAAAV8/oxRp3FuGiPE/s400/DSC03767.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess who picked out his own clothes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refused to take them off ALL DAY ...&lt;br /&gt;Refused to take them off at bedtime as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-398571216419085189?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/398571216419085189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/02/old-enough-to-have-opinion.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/398571216419085189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/398571216419085189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/02/old-enough-to-have-opinion.html' title='Old Enough to Have an Opinion ...'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TU7hBrzD0YI/AAAAAAAAAV8/oxRp3FuGiPE/s72-c/DSC03767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-9114071472836145485</id><published>2011-02-02T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T13:10:33.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Days ... Sick Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, our Monday started off with a bang! We watched my barely three-month old neice for the day. She showed up bright and early at 7:45 a.m.! Jonah was super excited to help watch her; Reuben was extremely jealous of the attention she got from me all day long. = ) Probably pretty good for him, although the extra bouts of tantrums he gave in return were not enjoyed by all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We entered Monday evening under a blizzard warning - first one in YEARS! Predicting anywhere from 6-12 inches of snow is a pretty big deal! But our evening was made worse when Jonah walked in the front door from piano lesson, announced "My tummy hurts" and proceeded to throw up all over the living room floor. Yup. Sick again. He had been fine for the last four days. FINE. And now we're sick again. Pour little guy. He threw up at least once an hour for the next 18 hours straight. And nearly 48 hours later, he is still really weak and doesn't feel too great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The blizzard came and went ... maybe 6-8 inches deep most places? Everything closed down on Tuesday - so we bunkered in with Daddy and attempted to keep the sick boy comfy, and the cabin-fevered boy entertained!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Schools and many places are still closed today. Eli headed out to work for awhile, after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569201330496975746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TUnHGmrns4I/AAAAAAAAAVU/U42vh-1hdgQ/s320/DSC03759.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Shoveling the Driveway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569201344045552290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TUnHHZJ2kqI/AAAAAAAAAVc/19RpDhwLoc4/s320/DSC03765.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 11 or so, I caved in from my attempts to not use any media for entertainment, and allowed the boys to watch Barney (I KNOW - but they love it) on Eli's laptop while they stayed upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569201352814449522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TUnHH50hU3I/AAAAAAAAAVk/uRNJaes82Pk/s320/DSC03761.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli measured the drifts of snow on our back porch ... close to 20 inches deep! Now that is plenty of snow for snow ice cream later on today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569201356135228658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TUnHIGMQZPI/AAAAAAAAAVs/9D-YV07J7U4/s320/DSC03762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Reuben and I pulled out lots of puzzles to work on. He doesn't really care if they are too complicated for him, he likes interlocking pieces, and happily sits with me to "put it together" as a team effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569201363551354626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TUnHIh0ZfwI/AAAAAAAAAV0/WTwFP1hCkWU/s320/DSC03766.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now? The boys are both snoozing, Eli is finally at work, I am running loads of laundry, just finished a good quiet time with my Bible and listening to the Lord. And, of course, catching up on some blogging - both mine and reading others'. = )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-9114071472836145485?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/9114071472836145485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-days-sick-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/9114071472836145485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/9114071472836145485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow-days-sick-days.html' title='Snow Days ... Sick Days'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TUnHGmrns4I/AAAAAAAAAVU/U42vh-1hdgQ/s72-c/DSC03759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-1535270561047015681</id><published>2011-01-28T13:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T13:31:38.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, FINALLY, the yuckies are gone from this house! I believe that we are all healthy, whole, and without "spitters" or other rather disgusting side effects of stomach bugs! We are, however, anxious to get out of the house and do things. In our normal routine, we are out of the house at least once each day. To the gym, for grocery shopping, to visit Grandma, to head to church/youth group/small group, or for Jonah's days at preschool. The boys didn't leave the house this week! We attempted youth group, but Jonah got sick there - sending us home early. They truly have some cabin fever going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Kansas Day. Jonah normally heads to preschool on Tues/Thurs mornings, but today his class was meeting to do special Kansas Day activities. I was so glad that he was well, and that he had the opportunity to go to school and see his beloved teacher and his friends this week after all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's also a school weekend for Eli. He goes to Springfield, Missouri, at least one weekend a month to take classes as he is working towards his Masters of Divinity. I am rather bummed that he is going to be gone this weekend, and it feels like this week was really long for me - full of tired, bored, and somewhat cranky, sick-feeling boys. I'm working on my attitude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567352176863653474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TUM1Tsl0rmI/AAAAAAAAAVI/URD9KdV7RvM/s320/DSC03752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this morning, I packed up two boys and sent them off to school! Eli dropped of Jonah on his way out of town! I am looking forward to some playtime with cousins, and errands during warmer, sunshiny weather this weekend!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567352169845024066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TUM1TScc5UI/AAAAAAAAAVA/VsOv2lpnfhY/s320/DSC03751.JPG" /&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/1585734578692427396-1535270561047015681?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1535270561047015681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/off-to-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/1535270561047015681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/1535270561047015681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/off-to-school.html' title='Off to School!'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TUM1Tsl0rmI/AAAAAAAAAVI/URD9KdV7RvM/s72-c/DSC03752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-6950785619498288211</id><published>2011-01-23T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T15:35:34.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There are piles of snow outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was 15 degrees when I drove to the gym this afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cold, Cold, Cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, S.I.C.K.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the gross details,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but for the fourth day in a row now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reuben has had, well, everything coming out the bottom end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waking up with it all over him and his bed - and being stripped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the early morning and having to be sanitized is not fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching him to get diapers changed quickly to avoid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaking, rashes, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I thought that it would pass quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then Jonah woke up with it this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Double yuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to stay home from church to avoid any accidents or trauma from potential accidents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried my best to read fun books,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep them happy - even with lower energy -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and make still a fun time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I admit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we just needed a break from all that ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Jonah got a chance to play his most favorite game of all:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Star Wars Lego Game for the Wii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He got it for Christmas and asks E.V.E.R.Y. day to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don't get to play it every day, but today I gave him a little extra time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, it kind of made me laugh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because since he doesn't feel that great,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even while playing ... his face was quiet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sometimes he would even be laying down while playing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565528754764777058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TTy66j76BmI/AAAAAAAAAU4/LsS3sK-cu8o/s400/DSC03750.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait 'til they get better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, until then, Luke Skywalker might get a little more action than usual ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-6950785619498288211?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6950785619498288211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/distraction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6950785619498288211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6950785619498288211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/distraction.html' title='Distraction'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TTy66j76BmI/AAAAAAAAAU4/LsS3sK-cu8o/s72-c/DSC03750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-4519541770920890637</id><published>2011-01-20T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T13:08:16.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calvin in the Making ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Remember Calvin and Hobbes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;That wonderful, silly, hilarious strip comic about a spiked-haired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Little boy and his stuffed tiger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;His fantastic imagination ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;His parent-will-pull-out-their-hair antics ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;His babysitter-torturing ideas ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And his well-rehearsed negotiations with his parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yup, that one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;My parents, brothers, and sisters all loved to read that comic strip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We loved in the local newspaper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;and we collected most of the books throughout our teen years to share around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;A few months ago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Eli pulled out a couple from a box of his own books that had been packed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We were joking that we shouldn't let Jonah see/read/absorb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ANY of the information contained between those covers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Not that, truly, at three he can understand the humor -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;BUT, you get my drift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Calvin is certainly not whom we want Jonah to imitate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The book was sitting on top of our dresser ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And this is what I walked into my bedroom to find after drying my hair this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564377181722716402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TTijkMDfKPI/AAAAAAAAAUY/8B3kdvv80jc/s400/DSC03744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564377189137698386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TTijknrWzlI/AAAAAAAAAUg/3HiDsablwq4/s400/DSC03745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Jonah proceeded to request for us to "read" the book to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I attempted to find a couple sections that would actually make sense to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(and not give him strange ideas of what to do with snowmen someday = ))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Have you had a good laugh today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Maybe need to be grateful for the children that you do have?&lt;br /&gt;Look up a couple Calvin and Hobbes strips online - and enjoy!&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/1585734578692427396-4519541770920890637?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4519541770920890637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/calvin-in-making.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/4519541770920890637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/4519541770920890637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/calvin-in-making.html' title='Calvin in the Making ...'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TTijkMDfKPI/AAAAAAAAAUY/8B3kdvv80jc/s72-c/DSC03744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-769689881452071084</id><published>2011-01-09T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T12:45:51.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headstrong Three Year Old ...</title><content type='html'>I post these mostly so that they will "keep",&lt;br /&gt;since my attempts to write down things the boys say never materializes on paper ...&lt;br /&gt;but on a blog they can be typed, and someday put into a blog book, possibly.&lt;br /&gt;To remember.&lt;br /&gt;To look back and smile at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago,&lt;br /&gt;I was attempting to get the boys ready to leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;Jonah, for whatever reason, had decided that cooperating with MY plan&lt;br /&gt;was not a part of HIS plan, and was resisting.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, (most likely in the middle of one of my reminders to get shoes/coats/hats/etc)&lt;br /&gt;he disappeared from the living room.&lt;br /&gt;Only to reappear with plastic construction goggles on.&lt;br /&gt;(Note - my belief is that the glasses gave him some kind of "bravado"&lt;br /&gt;to come up and say the following):&lt;br /&gt;He struts up to stand directly in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Mommy,"&lt;/em&gt; his little finger flies up to point straight up to the ceiling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"BESIDES JESUS, I know everything. And ...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At which point he goes on to explain he needs to be making the plans for our day.&lt;br /&gt;I was actually quite dumbfounded at his statement,&lt;br /&gt;and then had to stifle my desire to laugh in order to discipline him.&lt;br /&gt;1. My mom commented later when I told her this story that most likely I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry at his audacity.&lt;br /&gt;2. My mother in law laughed and then said "he's going to be quite the challenge, isn't he?"&lt;br /&gt;3. Thankfully, although Jonah was bucking his parental authority, he did realize somewhere in his thought process that there is ONE authority that does deserve respect and honor.&lt;br /&gt;I can still see that little picture of him ... so sure of himself with his goggles on. Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, he continued the trend a day later ...&lt;br /&gt;He was attempting to convince me that he needed some kind of sweet treat.&lt;br /&gt;For no reason.&lt;br /&gt;And with Jonah's rather dubious eating habits, this was not flying with me.&lt;br /&gt;I continued to tell him "No".&lt;br /&gt;He continued to ask.&lt;br /&gt;Probably about the sixth time,&lt;br /&gt;He suddenly grins, runs up and throws his arms around me and exuberantly yells&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Mommy, I'm not going to give up with you!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, makes one last request.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Maybe he didn't feel like giving up ...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I need to pray more that this determination, this boldness to push limits&lt;br /&gt;will be something within him that the Lord can turn for good!&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of his middle name carries "Warrior" within it.&lt;br /&gt;A Warrior for the Kingdom - may it be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-769689881452071084?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/769689881452071084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/headstrong-three-year-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/769689881452071084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/769689881452071084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/headstrong-three-year-old.html' title='Headstrong Three Year Old ...'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-1431143555484325839</id><published>2011-01-03T14:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:13:46.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Seven Year Itch for this Couple ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TSJM0XpjPnI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/EjRei3Zgwrw/s1600/DSC03722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558089352713813618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TSJM0XpjPnI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/EjRei3Zgwrw/s320/DSC03722.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was what was put up on the wall this morning when I emerged from the bedroom. Eli had gotten up early to go out and hunt with his dad ... but even at the dark hour he rose, he put together a sweet message to me and put up hearts all along the wall in the living room. He always makes an effort to make our anniversary special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seven years ... in many ways to me, it feels as though we have been married much longer! I have too many wonderful memories that only seven years could contain. I truly believe that God blessed me with so much more than I could ever deserve in a husband when He brought Eli and I together. I am so proud to be Eli's wife and to follow him as He seeks to follow the Lord with all his heart and strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we embark into new seasons of life with his job change, I am even more excited to work together as a couple at the church and to see our relationship deepen and grow as we serve the Lord together. Eli, I love you so much!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558089347374229250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TSJM0DwfpwI/AAAAAAAAAUI/uQ17LWzuqGU/s320/DSC03614.JPG" /&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/1585734578692427396-1431143555484325839?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1431143555484325839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-seven-year-itch-for-this-couple.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/1431143555484325839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/1431143555484325839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-seven-year-itch-for-this-couple.html' title='No Seven Year Itch for this Couple ...'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TSJM0XpjPnI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/EjRei3Zgwrw/s72-c/DSC03722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-8234060737163750761</id><published>2010-12-23T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T13:45:14.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent Calendar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TRPB52oZw7I/AAAAAAAAAT8/pen18C-Ci3M/s1600/DSC03583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553995965139633074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TRPB52oZw7I/AAAAAAAAAT8/pen18C-Ci3M/s320/DSC03583.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Last year Eli gave me one of my Christmas presents early&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;- an Advent Calendar -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;and proceeded to spoil me all the month long of December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;This advent calendar has a door for each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;And each day I would open a door, find a written clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;and hunt down a treat that he had carefully hidden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;somewhere within the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553995961989995666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TRPB5q5eHJI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JDnybfWcvIM/s320/DSC03584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;It was a lot of fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Eli has always liked doing things that surprise me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;and he is really a fantastic husband in terms of leaving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;little notes, and just small things that demonstrate his love for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;So, it added a little "extra" to our Christmas last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Well, Jonah was old enough last year to figure out that Mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;was often getting treats each day - which I willingly shared with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;So this year, Eli decided to transform the Advent to include both boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(and yes, the clues have gone from "husband/wife"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;to general rhymes appropriate for little ears as well)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;His clever clues lead us all over the house, day after day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;We usually find one small candy for each of us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;but we have also found chapsticks, stickers, fruit snacks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;special stockings, and other small gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;All Jonah has to do is say his regular "TREASURE HUNT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;and Reuben trots down the hall after him to Mommy's dresser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;They know what it means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;And Jonah loves to hear us read the clue out loud so he can try and figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553995957389229682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TRPB5Zwj_nI/AAAAAAAAATs/aLQ4o1Es_pY/s320/DSC03585.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I so appreciate Eli making the effort to do this for us each day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;to plan hiding spots, to write his rhymes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;He truly loves me more than I deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;And as our family grows/changes ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I think the Advent will keep our Christmas plans company,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;year after year ...&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/1585734578692427396-8234060737163750761?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8234060737163750761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/advent-calendar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8234060737163750761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/8234060737163750761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/advent-calendar.html' title='Advent Calendar'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TRPB52oZw7I/AAAAAAAAAT8/pen18C-Ci3M/s72-c/DSC03583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-1814376181423566910</id><published>2010-12-16T16:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T12:38:19.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Regular Night</title><content type='html'>Just a regular night for us.&lt;br /&gt;Finished dinner and whatever activity was on the calendar.&lt;br /&gt;Come home ... or still be at home.&lt;br /&gt;Get the boys in jammies&lt;br /&gt;AAAANNNNNDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put on the stocking hats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551751842270773458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TQvI4tergNI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Hq9nbXCy76U/s320/DSC03498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn up the music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551751829553939154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TQvI3-GwAtI/AAAAAAAAAS0/OOORstoU8e0/s320/DSC03495.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have some fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551751825562881330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TQvI3vPNTTI/AAAAAAAAASs/dBBdWhNJPc4/s320/DSC03494.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, this wasn't just an odd night out,&lt;br /&gt;This is how many of our evenings wind up.&lt;br /&gt;Praise or Christmas music on,&lt;br /&gt;Dancing the rest of the night away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551751816613856178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TQvI3N5mA7I/AAAAAAAAASk/-exrpGP28sw/s320/DSC03490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-1814376181423566910?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1814376181423566910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-regular-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/1814376181423566910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/1814376181423566910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-regular-night.html' title='Just a Regular Night'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TQvI4tergNI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Hq9nbXCy76U/s72-c/DSC03498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-6700789993653114013</id><published>2010-12-14T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T19:36:33.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing Your Heart Out ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OR NOT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight was Jonah's preschool Christmas program.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we saw a true, independent three year old in action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One big fat sigh. And then grin and try and remember that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was truly funny and memory-making!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He may have been singing all the songs at home the past month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But NO singing during the program for him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550746887596675138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TQg24plOEEI/AAAAAAAAASU/fMuacB8RvOA/s320/DSC03521.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-We may have picked out a wonderful new dress outfit for him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he ONLY would put it on once Eli convinced him that the vest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was actually a policeman vest that would repel bullets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550746897507891986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TQg25OgPOxI/AAAAAAAAASc/fP1uVzhqQl0/s320/DSC03507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Most of the other kids had their eyes on their teachers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Jonah was determined to keep his eyes on us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550746882620940802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TQg24XC6YgI/AAAAAAAAASM/6nAJEx7l7Is/s320/DSC03520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-As we were driving home, I asked him if he had fun at his Christmas program.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gave a huge sigh and said quite seriously "No, Mommy. That was not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fun at all. All we did was sing". Yes, all they did was sing - but oh well!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550746879464009586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TQg24LSPb3I/AAAAAAAAASE/yoJAyOoSlrM/s320/DSC03523.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550746872983234114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TQg23zJGpkI/AAAAAAAAAR8/v2DDWBzbSJ4/s320/DSC03528.JPG" /&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/1585734578692427396-6700789993653114013?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6700789993653114013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/sing-your-heart-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6700789993653114013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/6700789993653114013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/sing-your-heart-out.html' title='Sing Your Heart Out ...'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TQg24plOEEI/AAAAAAAAASU/fMuacB8RvOA/s72-c/DSC03521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-3582667246777008952</id><published>2010-12-07T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T12:46:05.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rare Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My boys, to me, are rather wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Full of energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;They spend most of their time running,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Chasing, playing tag, fighting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Tackling, building, laughing, and dancing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;But this morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;They suddenly became quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And all the moms out there know that quiet isn't always good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I crept down the hallway and peeked into Reuben's bedroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And this is what I saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548043927049451122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TP6cjo4LtnI/AAAAAAAAARk/_c7l58HoNKo/s400/DSC03466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A rare and sweet moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And I had to take a picture and capture it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Although they spend plenty of time fighting and quarreling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Jonah often comments to me how much he loves Reuben.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548043937653880018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TP6ckQYedNI/AAAAAAAAAR0/h0zplAJY9m4/s400/DSC03468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548043935919655810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TP6ckJ7AS4I/AAAAAAAAARs/3rUE6nLhgWw/s400/DSC03467.JPG" /&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/1585734578692427396-3582667246777008952?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3582667246777008952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/rare-moment.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/3582667246777008952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/3582667246777008952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/rare-moment.html' title='Rare Moment'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TP6cjo4LtnI/AAAAAAAAARk/_c7l58HoNKo/s72-c/DSC03466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-3374980617092056610</id><published>2010-12-01T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T13:13:46.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye, Duck-A-Duck ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545823970644345042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TPa5hK0aQNI/AAAAAAAAARc/QEng827WuM0/s400/DSC03463.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Reuben first learned to say the word "Duck" a few months ago,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He didn't say just "Duck".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He called those little feathered friends "Duck-a-Ducks".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Said quickly and excitedly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Duck-a-Ducks" were so much fun for him to look for in pictures books,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to play with the bathtub, and to see when we go to Cabela's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved his own little twist on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then a couple days ago, we were reading a books,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he pointed to one and said "DUCKY".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, Ducky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought perhaps this was a momentary lapse in his sweet baby vocabulary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then last night during the bath, he proudly splashed around,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then suddenly found and exclaimed "Ducky!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545823956458557906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TPa5gV-QUdI/AAAAAAAAARU/Prsghl-LiLM/s400/DSC03462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eli and I looked at each other and kind of sighed and made sad faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby talk is so sweet, so innocent, and at times, so hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What they think they are saying compared to the actual word ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, let's just say that they often don't match up quite right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's sad to see those little quirks of babyhood disappear in a day's time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered how Jonah termed ducks to be "Quack-quacks"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until one day, they suddenly became ducks to him, as to the rest of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And part of the reason I type this, is to remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To remember two little boys,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each with their own name for the commonly called "duck".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To try and not forgot what they came up with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and called out loudly anytime they wanted, proud of their naming accomplishments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I sigh again ... hoping that Reuben's "Book-a-Books" don't turn into just plain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BOOKS anytime soon.&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/1585734578692427396-3374980617092056610?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3374980617092056610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/bye-bye-duck-duck.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/3374980617092056610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/3374980617092056610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/bye-bye-duck-duck.html' title='Bye Bye, Duck-A-Duck ...'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TPa5hK0aQNI/AAAAAAAAARc/QEng827WuM0/s72-c/DSC03463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-162079534012263703</id><published>2010-11-29T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T19:16:37.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had &lt;em&gt;such&lt;/em&gt; a wonderful and special time in Arkansas last weekend for Thanksgiving! My Grandma is going to be turning 80 in February ... and I am constantly reminded that I really had no idea how long she will be with us. I am glad to give Jonah and Reuben memories of visiting her and seeing family that we often only see once a year: at Thanksgiving. We played inside, outside, ping pong, croquet, video games, made food, laughed, played cards, watched movies, and just enjoyed being together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole family ... minus my dear older sister who couldn't make it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545175611650744674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TPRr1tWaIWI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/5shF_FEq7ow/s200/DSC03344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fake geese are just so interesting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545174083435823554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TPRqcwTlAcI/AAAAAAAAAQs/YPa1j4bFapU/s200/DSC03336.JPG" /&gt; Why not give it a hug! = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pierce taught Jonah to joys of Nintendo DS - not so sure this was a good thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545172834320807762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TPRpUC_Wd1I/AAAAAAAAAQk/Bl8nSYdFVFo/s200/DSC03295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Grandma, Mom, and two uncles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545172825237753058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TPRpThJyDOI/AAAAAAAAAQc/NMHbnvOE8oo/s200/DSC03345.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And my sweet boys ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545175613626716530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TPRr10thEXI/AAAAAAAAARE/kKYUyO3RukI/s200/DSC03270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545175620573552962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TPRr2OlxYUI/AAAAAAAAARM/_x8K9djexbg/s200/DSC03342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Could write so much more and put in so many more pictures ... but this is all I can muster together before heading to bed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585734578692427396-162079534012263703?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/162079534012263703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-memories.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/162079534012263703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/162079534012263703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-memories.html' title='Thanksgiving Memories'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TPRr1tWaIWI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/5shF_FEq7ow/s72-c/DSC03344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-37073044170174989</id><published>2010-11-24T10:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T10:22:55.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highs and Lows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was a day of highs and lows ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With the boys, of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jonah started our day out at 6:30 a.m.,&lt;br /&gt;as usual for him.&lt;br /&gt;Eli commented that it would be heavenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if only Jonah made it to 7 or 7:30 each day.&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, Eli only notices this now because he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAPPENS to not have to get up at the ungodly hour of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5 or 5:30 because retails days are OVER!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(at least, for the next several years = ))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I headed to the gym,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eli handled the boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I returned home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they had a time of bickering; refusing to get dressed; obey orders, etc.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jonah had his toy guns taken away since he refused to clean them up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reuben screamed because Jonah didn't share the guns to begin with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life was unfair ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then, suddenly, they sat together at the table and played fishing together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know those battery powered fishing games,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;where the fish open and close their mouths? Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Together and happily they fished ... for at least 20-30 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh. And shower!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We visited my brother for awhile later on, got them down for naps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course, after an over-tired-fall-apart-moment from Reuben.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I confess, sometimes in my zeal to have them nap at the same time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep Reuben up a bit too long and suddenly he loses control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But later that night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We watched some of the KU game as a family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheered on the Jayhawks (and played Mario during halftime).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bathtime turned into BADtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jonah fell apart about washing his hair (why is this an issue?),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and we ended it early to get these tired boys into bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As I sang and prayed for Jonah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he put his little arms around me and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Mommy, will you stay with me a few minutes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel safe and happy when I am with you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;High times worth the lows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Definitely.&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/1585734578692427396-37073044170174989?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/37073044170174989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2010/11/highs-and-lows.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/37073044170174989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/37073044170174989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2010/11/highs-and-lows.html' title='Highs and Lows'/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585734578692427396.post-4320368822461182481</id><published>2010-11-18T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T19:37:30.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's basketball season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Better yet, it is KU basketball season!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Regular season games have just started ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and we're watching what we can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We recently received a KU basketball promo-type magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;in the newpaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eli read all the stats that he wanted ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and sat the magazine on the lamp stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;However, several times in the last week,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;we have found Reuben with it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Laying on his back "reading" it;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chilling on stomach "reading" it;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;or sitting cross-legged, diligently flipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;through pages and exclaiming "BALL" over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541099328646903474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TOXwez0ndrI/AAAAAAAAAQE/rRugwD3HXGY/s320/DSC03242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541099324377774898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TOXwej6xuzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/7c8bkK4PJbs/s320/DSC03239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What can we say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If he goes to KU as a student for college,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He will be a fourth-generation Jayhawk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Rock Chalk Jayhawk!&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/1585734578692427396-4320368822461182481?l=bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4320368822461182481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-basketball-season.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/4320368822461182481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585734578692427396/posts/default/4320368822461182481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bushelofbrooks.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-basketball-season.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisa B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07255783651650807276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TAVrxNpApqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/378eTaP0O_8/S220/DSC02173.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YUdULLt9040/TOXwez0ndrI/AAAAAAAAAQE/rRugwD3HXGY/s72-c/DSC03242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
