<?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-6788891793852352980</id><updated>2011-12-30T16:08:10.679-05:00</updated><category term='Giveaways'/><category term='ear tubes'/><category term='frugal living'/><category term='Simple Living'/><category term='soup'/><category term='Institutes'/><category term='Multitude Monday'/><category term='Eating'/><category term='Heirloom Seeds'/><category term='breakfast'/><category term='Mothering'/><category term='Psalms'/><category term='God'/><category term='1000 Gifts'/><category term='Jobs'/><category term='Philippians'/><category term='Gardening'/><category term='Lasagna Gardening'/><category term='Square Foot Gardening'/><category term='Mikah'/><category term='Joy'/><category term='Simple Woman Daybook'/><category term='Sleep Study'/><category term='Chorepacks'/><category term='Laundry'/><category term='ENT'/><category term='Children'/><category term='Ellie'/><category term='Ramblings'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='Home Program'/><category term='Composting'/><category term='Peace'/><category term='Blessings'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='From Seeds to Harvest'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='Questionnares'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='Homebirth'/><category term='Perserverance'/><title type='text'>Raising Mikah: Our Journey with a 14q Deletion</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is dedicated to our family's journey with a 14q deletion. Join us as we take one of the roads less traveled...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-5313260583674647217</id><published>2011-09-02T08:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T08:56:11.815-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Program'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Institutes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mikah'/><title type='text'>New Home Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G6H2SaUr63A/TmDR0s_Yz7I/AAAAAAAAANE/tcRgno-gt4Y/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G6H2SaUr63A/TmDR0s_Yz7I/AAAAAAAAANE/tcRgno-gt4Y/s400/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647744636083031986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had wanted to send in a new home study application for Mikah when Natalie was about 6 months...it wasn't accomplished until she was 18 months. Once I got past, err...started getting past the extreme mommy guilt for it taking a whole year longer than my plan, I started to get excited. Wondering what they would say, what would we be doing? Well, we talked with the Institutes last week and have a simple program planned to get back in the swing of things and to find out more specifically where Mikah is developmentally. We are going to be tackling the handstand activity, the not wanting to lift up his head while crawling and the butt scooting for locomotion. It will be getting loud in the Starner house! He is NOT going to like it and I am sure the rest of us won't either for a while. We are going to go back to the beginning for the most part for 6-8 weeks. After which we will take a video of Mikah, fill out new paperwork and send it all back in to the Institutes. After reviewing we will get an even more detailed program which will be in place for 3-6 months and then reviewed and we will most likely be given the opportunity to head off to Philly with our young man.&lt;br /&gt;Now to figure out where to set up the inclined floor and patterning table :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dSVzew4sH44/TmDR0AX00GI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_va4CCAE1k4/s1600/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dSVzew4sH44/TmDR0AX00GI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_va4CCAE1k4/s400/091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647744624105934946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-5313260583674647217?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/5313260583674647217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=5313260583674647217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/5313260583674647217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/5313260583674647217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-home-program.html' title='New Home Program'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G6H2SaUr63A/TmDR0s_Yz7I/AAAAAAAAANE/tcRgno-gt4Y/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-8339455440543524899</id><published>2011-08-18T10:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T11:07:08.921-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multitude Monday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1000 Gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mikah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy'/><title type='text'>332. Poop Messes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0gZ4-K7OrSg/Tk0qQZfs2CI/AAAAAAAAAKU/CSMQsiRsfy8/s1600/Summer2011%2B090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0gZ4-K7OrSg/Tk0qQZfs2CI/AAAAAAAAAKU/CSMQsiRsfy8/s320/Summer2011%2B090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642212369375221794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great heading for my first post...for two years? Almost two years? I guess I was pregnant with our little red headed fireball the last time I put my fingers to the keys and typed. Let the words flow out. But poop is a happening thing in the Starner house. Especially the size and quanitity of a certain young man's poop. My fingers are not enough to count the number of explosive poops that have happened recently. All requiring a dunk in the tub which is no small thing since a certain young man does not take to the water by himself. How messy! and stinky! But I love him. I can think of no other reason that I haven't really lost my cookies. Some know that at point I couldn't even wipe a snotty nose or think about changing a peed in diaper without gagging. I will admit to still having this problem with other people's children but God in his divine mercy has bestowed upon me the ability to help my own children out with these needs.&lt;br /&gt;So poop happens. And this mom is struck with guilt and sadness. Both conveniently aligned to rob me of joy. Of peace. Of my sound mind. Guilt because was I not paying attention? Was I being lazy, not being a diligent and observant mom? Mikah is for the most part content. Content to do his thing. Zoom around the house, or should I say scoot, playing with this toy or that. His contentment reaches far beyond my own and is at times too much. When the red head calls or Ellie needs, or dishes are piling up...errr...falling out of the sink...well you get it, right? Those who aren't screaming and are happy and content may get left to their own. I have made it a point to not let this happen since I became aware that time was zipping away and Mikah was being left in its wake. But still the guilt monster does its little dance on my shoulder whenever there is a mess. Were you present? Were you not?&lt;br /&gt;And then there is the sadness. I am not sure which monster stings the most. Which will leave more marks. The sadness because maybe I was paying attention. Maybe I was completely in the moment and it just happened. And Mikah couldn't tell me. He couldn't say, "Hey mom, I need to poop." Which is worse? I really can't say. They both have the ability to steal my joy that I fight to grasp. &lt;br /&gt;So I make &lt;a href="http://mstarner.blogspot.com/p/1000-gifts.html"&gt;my list&lt;/a&gt;...of gifts. I am on my way to 1000. 332 and counting. Some are hard, like number 332, poop messes. Some are easy, like number 1, the still of mornings and number 2, God's words and number 3, Jesus offering thanks...The counting cleanses the air of the stench. It wipes the dirt from my eyes. It frees my thoughts from guilt or sadness and the joy seeps in. It soaks up the day's clutter and peace enters my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#310-332...of counting gifts...more of the One Thousand Gifts that never end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;310. Family zoo day&lt;br /&gt;311. School planning&lt;br /&gt;312. Visits with old friends&lt;br /&gt;313. 4 year molars&lt;br /&gt;314. Innocent as doves&lt;br /&gt;315. Camping memories&lt;br /&gt;316. Ellie rising early&lt;br /&gt;317. Reading the Word aloud to my once little girl&lt;br /&gt;318. Parables in Matthew&lt;br /&gt;319. Dinner in the slow cooker&lt;br /&gt;320. Quiche crust&lt;br /&gt;321. Chocolate milk filled circus cups&lt;br /&gt;322. Gold finches crowding for a spot&lt;br /&gt;323. Squirrels tumbling&lt;br /&gt;324. Seeds blowing in the wind&lt;br /&gt;325. A single leaf making its way to the earth&lt;br /&gt;326. Butterflies laying eggs&lt;br /&gt;327. Hummingbirds searching&lt;br /&gt;328. Little girls waiting&lt;br /&gt;329. Finding coupons&lt;br /&gt;330. The little blessings on hard days&lt;br /&gt;331. Tot school&lt;br /&gt;332. Poop messes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, if you’d like to share your own marking towards One Thousand Gifts of thanks, of making your life about thanks to God — (please, jump in!) — just go here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff162/annvoskamp/multitudesonmondaysbutton2-1.jpg" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/6788891793852352980-8339455440543524899?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/8339455440543524899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=8339455440543524899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/8339455440543524899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/8339455440543524899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2011/08/332-poop-messes.html' title='332. 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I know it has been a while since my last post. Just haven't felt like getting sucked into that much time on the computer and I guess no news is good news :)&lt;br /&gt;I think most of you know by now that I am pregnant and our newest little one will be here sometime late January or early February. I love being pregnant! I love giving birth! I love all of it! Some of you might think I am crazy and that is okay. I still love it. For those who knew me many years ago, you might be laughing hysterically as I was the one who vehemently declared to everyone that might be listening that I would NEVER have kids. Let's just say God does have a sense of humor. A big one! This pregnancy has been so different from my pregnancy with Mikah. I am in a different place and it just feels normal. I can't really express it in words. You know if you have been there what I mean. I think subconciously I knew there was something wrong with Mikah. I think my 'knowing' was overshadowed by the giant fog in my brain created by the death of my brother and sister-in-law's baby, Alastair. That is a whole 'nother post which may never get written. I'll just sum it up by saying that it is different, in a marvelous, wonderful, miraculous way. God is healing my broken heart through this pregnancy. We are so excited for so many reasons. For Mikah to have a little brother or sister to grow up and compete with. For Ellie to have another sibling to love. For us to experience another perfect miracle and gift. We are also excited because there was a brief moment when there was a possibility, from the doctor's perspective, that I may not be able to get pregnant again. Now, who knows, God was probably laughing hysterically at them. Children are such a gift. How anyone could not want more, is beyond me. God desires for us to be blessed in amazing ways and one of those ways is through the arrows He plants in our quivers, if we allow Him the opportunity. Again, another post worth of discussion and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just wanted to say Hi. We are still here and kicking (some of us quite literally and mommy's bladder is protesting). We are just taking a slower pace to life right now. One that doesn't include a lot of blogging time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-6155500129497647073?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/6155500129497647073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=6155500129497647073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/6155500129497647073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/6155500129497647073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-some-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-3739117877584732868</id><published>2009-05-24T14:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T14:33:11.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 'Coon Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/ShmQHE_B74I/AAAAAAAAAIU/iMbFMyUsxzA/s1600-h/DSCN2493.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The mornings of trash pick-up Dave has been having to go out and put all our trash back into our trashcan even though we have a "locking" lid. Thus the Big 'Coon Hunt started. The first night he and Ellie very carefully placed a small plate of dog food in the live trap...in the morning there was no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;raccoon&lt;/span&gt; and there was no dog food and the trap remained &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unsprung&lt;/span&gt;. After consulting the "picture box" (i.e. computer) he found that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;raccoons&lt;/span&gt; love marshmallows and peanut butter. Ellie and I made a trip to the dollar store for marshmallows and peanut butter and the results are in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/ShmQGgVSJ7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/dRRsOwliJuw/s1600-h/DSCN2495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339457274657253298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/ShmQGgVSJ7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/dRRsOwliJuw/s320/DSCN2495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The little white things are marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/ShmQGc_CvnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/IhggOZn754M/s1600-h/DSCN2496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339457273758662258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/ShmQGc_CvnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/IhggOZn754M/s320/DSCN2496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That drainage pipe in where our culprit has been residing. The little grassy area besides the stones is where we place our trashcans...good place to hide out if you are a scavenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/ShmQGM_RSfI/AAAAAAAAAH0/775e8ti-0uA/s1600-h/DSCN2497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339457269464648178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/ShmQGM_RSfI/AAAAAAAAAH0/775e8ti-0uA/s320/DSCN2497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bait of choice...marshmallow and peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/ShmPVZzw-WI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N4PSqhE9Rog/s1600-h/DSCN2498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339456431092463970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/ShmPVZzw-WI/AAAAAAAAAHs/N4PSqhE9Rog/s320/DSCN2498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next morning...They caught themselves a 'Coon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/ShmPVClmIwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Vy4CmKPbuFQ/s1600-h/DSCN2499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339456424859017986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/ShmPVClmIwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Vy4CmKPbuFQ/s320/DSCN2499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He really was cute and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; young. We have seen many bigger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;raccoons&lt;/span&gt; in our yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/ShmPUwYsxlI/AAAAAAAAAHc/QQ_KNzVQidE/s1600-h/DSCN2500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339456419973088850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/ShmPUwYsxlI/AAAAAAAAAHc/QQ_KNzVQidE/s320/DSCN2500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The hunters and the hunted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/ShmPU8ZclII/AAAAAAAAAHU/JQ5UrJyZ7YM/s1600-h/DSCN2501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339456423197447298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/ShmPU8ZclII/AAAAAAAAAHU/JQ5UrJyZ7YM/s320/DSCN2501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The hole he dug it our yard trying to get out of the live trap. You can't tell in the picture but it was a couple inches deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/ShmPUsg7qWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BaH8cFlg6Qw/s1600-h/DSCN2502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339456418933877090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/ShmPUsg7qWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/BaH8cFlg6Qw/s320/DSCN2502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Off to his new home.&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;/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/6788891793852352980-3739117877584732868?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/3739117877584732868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=3739117877584732868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/3739117877584732868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/3739117877584732868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-coon-hunt.html' title='The Big &apos;Coon Hunt'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/ShmQGgVSJ7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/dRRsOwliJuw/s72-c/DSCN2495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-6776555912417146924</id><published>2009-05-20T15:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:27:19.543-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaways'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Ice Cream...I mean Dream, Anyone?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.timeinc.net/recipes/i/recipes/su/05/08/ice-cream-su-682737-x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 420px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.timeinc.net/recipes/i/recipes/su/05/08/ice-cream-su-682737-x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found &lt;a href="http://www.nourishingdays.com/?p=1447&amp;amp;cpage=1#comment-2203"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; lovely blog a few weeks ago and I am so glad I did. She has blogged about a what looks like a wonderful new book coming out, The Ice Dream Cookbook by Rachel Albert-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Matesz&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.nourishingdays.com/?p=1447&amp;amp;cpage=1#comment-2203"&gt;Nourishing Days &lt;/a&gt;says this about the book, "The great thing about this book is that not only are the recipes dairy and gluten free, they are also low in sugar. All of the recipes are sweetened only with honey or agave and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stevia&lt;/span&gt;. So, for anyone who can not tolerate cane sugar, or tries to stay away from too many sweeteners - you can enjoy ice cream (dream) again!". I am sold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is also holding a giveaway for a copy of the book! All you have to do is leave her a comment. Check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-6776555912417146924?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/6776555912417146924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=6776555912417146924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/6776555912417146924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/6776555912417146924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/05/ice-creami-mean-dream-anyone.html' title='Ice Cream...I mean Dream, Anyone?!'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-383567883340859578</id><published>2009-05-19T15:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:01:59.096-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perserverance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mothering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mikah'/><title type='text'>A 'DUH" Moment</title><content type='html'>I found myself in the midst of a major "Duh!" moment yesterday. I was reading a beautiful post by Lady of Virtue on her blog &lt;a href="http://ladyofvirtue.blogspot.com/2009/04/anti-mothering-propaganda.html"&gt;Large Family Mothering&lt;/a&gt;. At some point during this post something in my brain clicked and I realized that somewhere along the way, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;amidst&lt;/span&gt; all the different 'therapies' and 'specialists' and appointments and procedures and surgeries and...okay I will stop. But somewhere along this journey I forgot to just 'mother' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I forgot to do what comes naturally. I forgot that at the core of his being, he is still a baby. He still needs to be nurtured. No amount of 'therapy' or 'specialists' can replace my nurturing and caring for him. He needs me to do with him what came so naturally with Ellie. His chromosome deletion doesn't negate his need for me to follow my instincts. It doesn't mean that he needs me to change they way we naturally progress on the road to being an independent human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I going with this?? All these thoughts were swirling around in my little brain in relation to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; eating. He doesn't eat. Yes, he has his tube and for some people this is how they eat, how they must eat. Many people, young and old, have physical problems, they lack anatomical features needed to eat, they swallow their food into their lungs, medically speaking they aspirate. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; does NOT have these problems. He just doesn't eat. He used to eat. He loved sweet potatoes and would eat 4-6 ounces at a sitting. The problem was the "sitting" would be an hour. He never had time to not eat and for a little fellow with a little mouth and little muscles and tone that was just too much work. His body just couldn't do it. This is one thing that likes to start replaying in my mind over and over again. What could I have done differently? If I hadn't been so adamant about nursing him would things have been different? Where did I go wrong in feeding my son? These of course are useless, mind numbing, depression boosting questions that must be squelched as soon as they start and so I tell myself to stop. It doesn't matter now. We cannot change the past and God knew what was going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not eating and not having any of the aforementioned eating/swallowing problems. He actually had a swallow study done a week before he had his g-tube placed and he &lt;strong&gt;doesn't&lt;/strong&gt; have a problem swallowing. In fact, they usually have the kids come back a month or two later for a repeat test and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was so good at swallowing they didn't want to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt; doesn't he eat? After he had his surgery for his g-tube he stopped eating. I hear this from other moms. There are a multiple of guesses and perfectly reasonable explanations but really no one knows. Over the past several months this is one issue in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mikah's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; life and yes, I think it deserves the rating 'issue', that has been surfacing more and more in my little talks with myself. Um, did I just write that? Now you all know, I talk to myself. Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;out loud&lt;/span&gt;. Then someone else might be able to jump in with their two cents and where would the fun be in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; eating. Little things have come up, comments made to me, posts on blogs like the one mentioned above and this one by Jennifer at &lt;a href="http://trisacharm.blogspot.com/2009/05/breakfast-of-champions.html"&gt;Three's A Charm&lt;/a&gt;. There was a possibility recently, which I still haven't brought myself to blog about, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was going to have surgery to remove his tonsils and adenoids and that afterward he would need ICU care. One reason being that he would need suctioning because he has swallowing difficulty. I very adamantly proclaimed that he most certainly does NOT have a problem swallowing! And this person said, well he doesn't eat of course he has swallowing problems. But he doesn't! So we are back to this question of why doesn't he eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in the post on &lt;a href="http://ladyofvirtue.blogspot.com/2009/04/anti-mothering-propaganda.html"&gt;Large Family Mothering &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://trisacharm.blogspot.com/2009/05/breakfast-of-champions.html"&gt;Three's A Charm &lt;/a&gt;awoke a sleeping neuron in my brain and it just seemed to click. (I am hoping it doesn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-click) Why on earth don't I just do what I do naturally? All the suggestions from therapists and specialists have not worked. When Ellie was learning to eat did I use a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jiggler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or a Z-Vibe on her mouth for 5 minutes before eating, did I swing her around and stimulate her arms and legs, did I 'massage' her cheeks and stick my fingers in her mouth and brush her teeth and gums and try to get her to bite down?? No! I am positive I would have remembered that and that she would have been severely out of sorts by the time we actually got to the eating part. Which is exactly what happens with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. By the time the food is on the spoon and being flown to his closed mouth and through his flailing arms, well, by then there is no food on the spoon...hopefully you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Ellie it was much simpler. When it was time to eat I sat her in her highchair. Put some warmed food on a spoon and put the spoon and the food in her mouth. She either spit it out or she swallowed it. When we had done this for what seemed like a sufficient amount of time I nursed her. We then repeated the process for all the other mealtimes during that day and started over the next day and the next day until one day she ate a whole meal off a spoon and then we started working with a fork and different kinds of foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my simple plan with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He is not nursing anymore, something that I am sad about at times especially when the questions about how this all happened begin. Again something I cannot change. Since he is not nursing I will sit him in his highchair when it is time to eat and before his tube feeding and for what seems like a sufficient amount of time I will put food on the spoon and airplane the spoon into his mouth. Some will come out and I will swish it up with the spoon, some will stay in and this he will swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someday, he will eat all 4 ounces from the organic applesauce container and I will cry tears of joy. Similar to the tears I cried when I realized that Ellie just didn't need or want to nurse anymore only these tears will not hold any regret because I will know how hard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I have worked for them. I will know the journey that has led to them. I will know that I have found my way back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; mothering my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you make it through my ramblings? If you did you will be excited to know that I started to put this simple plan into action this morning. Here is the email I sent Dave after lunch: I just fed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt; some more applesauce. I think he really wants to learn how to eat. He didn't scream. He did turn his head away but willingly opened his mouth several times. He even grabbed the spoon, I thought he was trying to shove it away but one time he grabbed it before I could move and he took it to his mouth and licked some applesauce off. So far today he has eaten half of a little applesauce container. I warmed it and sprinkled cinnamon over it. I will try again before his 4:30pm "meal".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-383567883340859578?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/383567883340859578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=383567883340859578' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/383567883340859578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/383567883340859578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/05/duh-moment.html' title='A &apos;DUH&quot; Moment'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-1719326119414889491</id><published>2009-05-18T13:53:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:45:17.901-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Woman Daybook'/><title type='text'>The Simple Woman's Daybook~ May 18, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/ShGg0ka4LCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/jFmDf-0VXIo/s1600-h/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337223858400799778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/ShGg0ka4LCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/jFmDf-0VXIo/s320/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Outside my window... the sounds of birds singing, sunshine and beautiful green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am thinking... how I love the sun and the green of spring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the learning rooms... we learned the consonant H today. I love Ellie's excitement at discovering new things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am thankful for... my husband's first paycheck since he was laid off in January.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the kitchen... beef stroganoff, steamed veggies and a simple salad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am wearing... jeans, t-shirt and socks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am reading... The Body Ecology Diet...gleaning many ideas for Mikah as well as myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am hoping... to enjoy a walk with my family this evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am creating... cleanliness in our Florida room and a scrapbook for my little man...I figured I should finish it since he is almost 2 1/2 y.o. :)&lt;a href="http://thesimplewoman.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-read-exchangeinterested.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am praying... for wisdom and discipline in using my time...there are so many things to be done...just trying to figure out what I &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; be doing...especially with Mikah's program.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Around the house... spring cleaning in the Florida room, plants to get in the ground and seeds to plant...oh yeah...I guess I should clean the kitchen :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of my favorite things... Mikah playing with my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week... we checked Wal-Mart off the list today, other grocery shopping later in the week, the plants we bought yesterday need planted, general chores, last night of AWANA on Wednesday night and lunch with daddy at his new job on Friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337234367935660274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/ShGqYTfPwPI/AAAAAAAAAHA/MD1cQmxSbWs/s320/Picture_019-1(rev+0).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;So sweet!! Mikah is 24 hours young!&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;Read more Daybooks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6788891793852352980-1719326119414889491?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/1719326119414889491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=1719326119414889491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/1719326119414889491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/1719326119414889491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/05/simple-womans-daybook-may-18-2009.html' title='The Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook~ May 18, 2009'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/ShGg0ka4LCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/jFmDf-0VXIo/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-5706882438791068558</id><published>2009-05-12T15:17:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T16:20:56.765-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Square Foot Gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Seeds to Harvest'/><title type='text'>From Seeds to Harvest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SgnQNdC8RFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jGlM6EuB2y4/s1600-h/seeds(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335024163150906450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SgnQNdC8RFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jGlM6EuB2y4/s320/seeds(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Garden update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess I really don't have much to post about. We have had a whirlwind week or two since Daddy started his new job...There will be a post about all the drama later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We did get all of our Mel's mix ingredients. We had been waiting for a wind/rain free day to mix everything together and put in the boxes. Well, that day never came so we mixed it in the garage and one wheelbarrow load at a time deposited it in the boxes. Daddy did most of this as mommy wasn't feeling good :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335020752995745730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SgnNG9Ol_8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/fFuBFlnNQJg/s320/DSCN2482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the boxes with the Mel's mix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335022616357605858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SgnOzayrkeI/AAAAAAAAAFg/s2ukc6mXJxw/s320/DSCN2485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335021820693182034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SgnOFGtf9lI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SZopFMkY_68/s320/DSCN2477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335021824365929282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SgnOFUZJo0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/TYRp6fJat84/s320/DSCN2479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ellie and I painted and nailed the grids into place today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The couple that we bought our house from obviously loved gardening, flower and vegetable. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;By the&lt;/span&gt; time we bought the house from them they were past their gardening prime though and if you have been here you can tell that all the beds went wild. We have been fighting thistles and many other weeds since the summer we moved in. Seriously, we could have a thistle farm! Those things just don't die. So, one of our "favorite" pastimes this time of year is weeding :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335025206044385442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SgnRKKIH4KI/AAAAAAAAAF4/QmWeqzcAU4Q/s320/DSCN2475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335025201540722002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SgnRJ5WXbVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/fRguOAvqa-8/s320/DSCN2474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And every lady needs a good hat...errr...visor while working in the garden. This is the first outdoor, sunny time of year since forever ago that I am using my glasses instead of contacts so my eyes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; needed some protection. Ellie thought I got one for me and one for her :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335027066629306098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SgnS2dWItvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/o9bI_Pv1qSI/s320/DSCN2481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335027066126630722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SgnS2beSf0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/wvpjDXeX490/s320/DSCN2480.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The clematis that wouldn't die. Any plant that is still living after the beating this one took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; deserves a spot in the Mel's mix!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335029260296056818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SgnU2JZC7_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/SqmC9ANBBDs/s320/DSCN2484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335029253308891970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SgnU1vXLQ0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/WEyWeDR06X0/s320/DSCN2483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Honeysuckle anyone?? This started as a very small shoot from my grandparent's vine. It was transplanted three times as an infant and I really wasn't sure it would make it after the third transplant. Now it is taking over the south side of our deck!! Let me know if you need a starter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335029497675574658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SgnVD9su7YI/AAAAAAAAAGw/SAeO2NmIP2o/s320/DSCN2487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ellie with one those previously mentioned weeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;More gardening to be done later. I received a gift card for flower/plant shopping for Mother's Day. I will post what ends up in the cart later!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-5706882438791068558?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/5706882438791068558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=5706882438791068558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/5706882438791068558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/5706882438791068558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/05/garden-update.html' title='From Seeds to Harvest'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SgnQNdC8RFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jGlM6EuB2y4/s72-c/seeds(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-3514028148481197849</id><published>2009-05-07T09:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:33:16.636-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaways'/><title type='text'>Battlefield of the Mind Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SgLiWt41IBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lSg4JNZtpmM/s1600-h/battlefield_of_the_mind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333073788663046162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SgLiWt41IBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lSg4JNZtpmM/s320/battlefield_of_the_mind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a giveaway going on at &lt;a href="http://www.momsbyheart.net/"&gt;Moms By Heart &lt;/a&gt;for Joyce Meyer's new DVD Battlefield of the Mind Series. Just go &lt;a href="http://www.momsbyheart.net/2009/05/battlefield-of-mind.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to enter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you win you have to let me know :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-3514028148481197849?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/3514028148481197849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=3514028148481197849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/3514028148481197849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/3514028148481197849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/05/battlefield-of-mind-giveaway.html' title='Battlefield of the Mind Giveaway'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SgLiWt41IBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lSg4JNZtpmM/s72-c/battlefield_of_the_mind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-5519278479469121436</id><published>2009-05-06T16:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:06:57.185-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalms'/><title type='text'>Psalm 71:5-8</title><content type='html'>Psalm 71:5-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Lord, you alone are my hope.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve trusted you, O Lord, from childhood.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you have been with me from birth;&lt;br /&gt;from my mother’s womb you have cared for me.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I am always praising you!&lt;br /&gt;My life is an example to many,&lt;br /&gt;because you have been my strength and protection.&lt;br /&gt;That is why I can never stop praising you;&lt;br /&gt;I declare your glory all day long."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-5519278479469121436?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/5519278479469121436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=5519278479469121436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/5519278479469121436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/5519278479469121436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/05/psalm-715-8.html' title='Psalm 71:5-8'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-3649720793038911708</id><published>2009-05-06T14:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:20:35.848-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peace'/><title type='text'>Some Peace</title><content type='html'>Psalm 40:1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I waited patiently for the Lord;&lt;br /&gt;He turned to me and heard my cry.&lt;br /&gt;He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and the mire;&lt;br /&gt;He set my feet upon a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.” (NIV)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-3649720793038911708?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/3649720793038911708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=3649720793038911708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/3649720793038911708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/3649720793038911708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-peace.html' title='Some Peace'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-4522147835495911337</id><published>2009-05-06T12:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:41:34.549-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peace'/><title type='text'>You Remain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iPrnjx1nkfQ"&gt;You Remain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by The Wrecking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I watched you fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like I didn't care at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking myself great thinking you so small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A window to my soul reveals a breaking wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As the pieces of it fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm hearing you call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Broken down and you never made a sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm reaching out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will you pull me from the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You loved me before I knew your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes this world just seems so strange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter how things seem to change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You Remain You Remain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Minutes tic tock by and hours pass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And a peaceful smile has found my lips at last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter if this world is spinning slow or fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm safe in this shadow you cast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Broken down can I give you back your crown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm reaching out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will you pull me from the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You loved me before I knew your name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes this world just seems so strange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter how things seem to change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You Remain You Remain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus You Remain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus You Remain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus You Remain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-4522147835495911337?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/4522147835495911337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=4522147835495911337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/4522147835495911337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/4522147835495911337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-remain.html' title='You Remain'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-6973808537430888855</id><published>2009-05-05T06:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T07:39:06.870-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Woman Daybook'/><title type='text'>The Simple Woman's Daybook~ May 5, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SgAa9LFq3zI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eTq88OPGpLo/s1600-h/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332291597057580850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SgAa9LFq3zI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eTq88OPGpLo/s320/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For Today May 5, 2009...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside my window the sun is starting to peak over the trees, I wonder if it will be a sunshiney day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking it is good I didn't do this yesterday; there would have been many angry words...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the learning rooms Ellie is loving the reading program; I really need to re-group and get on the ball with Mikah's program; need to find more patterning helpers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for God's peace and for beautiful songs put together by some of God's followers; one that has been special to me recently is By Your Side by Tenth Avenue North...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the kitchen vegan burgers, homemade fries, salad and chocolate chip cookies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing my pjs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading several books and just finished The Year My Son and I Were Born; it is one of the best books I have read recently...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping for a peaceful week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am creating... honestly, I don't know what I am creating right now; I am just trying to get by...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying for God's peace that surpasseth all understanding...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the house regular chores, a grocery list to make, garden boxes to be filled...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things watching Mikah and Ellie play together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week a doctor's appointment Thursday, praying that the doctor's appointment is nothing, Ped appointment Saturday to talk about Mikah's "sleep" study, trying to get back into a new groove and schedule...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture...err...video thought I am sharing with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J95rAr0gOFU"&gt;By Your Side&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J95rAr0gOFU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J95rAr0gOFU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homeschoolblogger.com/ourquiverfull"&gt;Our Quiverfull&lt;/a&gt; shared this video a while ago. It came at a time that I really needed it and it has resurfaced again over this past weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For more Simple Woman Daybooks visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-6973808537430888855?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/6973808537430888855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=6973808537430888855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/6973808537430888855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/6973808537430888855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/05/simple-womans-daybook-may-5-2009.html' title='The Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook~ May 5, 2009'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SgAa9LFq3zI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eTq88OPGpLo/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-2691849197282099053</id><published>2009-04-29T14:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T15:44:05.934-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Composting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Square Foot Gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugal living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lasagna Gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From Seeds to Harvest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heirloom Seeds'/><title type='text'>From Seeds to Harvest</title><content type='html'>This looks like a fun blogging world challenge and one I have already started. Check it out here, &lt;a href="http://teachinggoodthings.com/blog/from-seeds-to-harvest/"&gt;From Seeds to Harvest&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned &lt;a href="http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/04/simple-womans-daybook-april-27-2009.html"&gt;Monday&lt;/a&gt;, I am trying the &lt;a href="http://http//www.squarefootgardening.com/"&gt;Square Foot Gardening &lt;/a&gt;this year. My wonderful and handy husband built me a couple 4x4 boxes already. We are waiting for the vermiculite, one of the &lt;a href="http://www.squarefootgardening.com/index.php/Latest-Improvements/3-mels-mix.html"&gt;Square Foot Garden ingredients &lt;/a&gt;and then we will be ready to fill the boxes and plant away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still not 100% sure what we are planting. I am thinking of flowers, herbs and vegetables though. I thought I might start with some of what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt; gets in his "blends" everyday and expand from there. Carrots, tomatoes, kale, broccoli, chard, other lettuces. Maybe some basic herbs, basil, thyme, parsley, sage. Some marigolds, I love how they smell and they remind of when I was a little girl and my mom and dad had a fairly large (it seemed large anyway) vegetable garden. Zinnias and sunflowers. I guess just a mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning on trying the Square Foot Gardening method of growing any vine plants, cucumbers, squash, melons, tomatoes, vertically instead of horizontally by putting a trellis in at least one of the beds. I also have a Clematis vine that we tried to kill last year and guess what! It didn't die! I will transplant it and put it in a corner of one of the boxes next to our deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie seems to be excited and she has already asked what she can grow. She wants to grow marigolds and she has helped me start a compost pile. She loves running food scraps, napkins and toilet paper rolls to the compost pile. Actually, she found it quite amusing that toilet paper rolls could be added to the compost pile :) Now I just need a little compost bin or bucket for adding scraps to throughout the day in the house so we aren't making a trip outback every 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we are following the directions for &lt;a href="http://www.squarefootgardening.com/index.php/Latest-Improvements/3-mels-mix.html"&gt;Mel's Mix&lt;/a&gt; for ease of getting started. Next year though I would like to try the &lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/article/home/outdoorspaces/20090220_orig_lasagnagarden101"&gt;Lasagna Gardening &lt;/a&gt;method of layering with stuff found in our backyard. These authors both wrote wonderful books on their methods which will be some of my next purchases for my own personal library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also read in the &lt;a href="http://www.nogreaterjoy.org/"&gt;No Greater Joy &lt;/a&gt;magazine recently that Mama Pearl has her own Heirloom Seed collection through the &lt;a href="http://www.bulkherbstore.com/MPVG"&gt;Bulk Herb Store&lt;/a&gt;. Something I have yet to look into but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; peeked my interest for seeds to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy gardening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-2691849197282099053?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/2691849197282099053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=2691849197282099053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/2691849197282099053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/2691849197282099053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-seeds-to-harvest.html' title='From Seeds to Harvest'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-7177658196651053538</id><published>2009-04-29T09:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:09:16.997-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chorepacks'/><title type='text'>A Sense of Urgency</title><content type='html'>How to instill a sense of urgency in my 4 y.o. ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am frustrated...She has a &lt;a href="http://www.chorepacks.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chorepack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. We have been using it for several months now. Simple things I know she knows how to do and is very capable of doing. I have witnessed her accomplish them in a timely and efficient manner on several &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occasions&lt;/span&gt; without my help, except maybe to brush her hair and teeth. She is to put her pajamas away, get dressed, brush her hair and teeth, make her bed, pick up her room and feed the dogs. Like I said, she has done all of these things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;independently&lt;/span&gt; multiple times and very joyfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, and this is not an isolated occurrence, I was finishing feeding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt; and then feeding myself and cleaning up breakfast, changing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mikah's&lt;/span&gt; diaper and a couple other odds and ends. All of which took about 20 minutes. Ellie was to go and start her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;chorepack&lt;/span&gt;, the first thing being to put her pajamas away and get dressed. So, 20 minutes later when I finished all my breakfast stuff I went down the hallway to start on my after breakfast chores and walked past Ellie's room to see her NAKED body dancing around her room! Naked! Nothing even close to being on her body. How long does it take to get dressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do I instill in her a do it now and dance around the room after I am clothed attitude? If I am not right there with her every second, which I can't possibly be, she seems to become distracted so easily. I know some may say she is so young. My response is that she CAN do it. I have been witness to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it an obedience issue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some Wednesday morning musings...Any thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-7177658196651053538?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/7177658196651053538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=7177658196651053538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/7177658196651053538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/7177658196651053538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/04/sense-of-urgency.html' title='A Sense of Urgency'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-6301969350759119148</id><published>2009-04-27T14:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:14:51.251-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Square Foot Gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Woman Daybook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><title type='text'>The Simple Woman's Daybook~ April 27, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SfX7zHemmnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vBfRkWiIw-A/s1600-h/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329442589662157426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SfX7zHemmnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vBfRkWiIw-A/s320/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For Today April 27, 2009...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Outside my window beautiful green grass, flowering trees, daffodils drooping to make way for more of God's amazing flowers, breezy and sunny...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am thinking what a peaceful day so far and how good it is to hear from friends... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the learning rooms we started The Ordinary Parent's Guide to Teaching Reading..Ellie is loving it and now she wants to know when we are going to start learning how to write...now that daddy has a new job maybe we can buy the program we want...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am thankful for God's providence...for His grace He has bestowed on us with the blessing of my husband's new job that he started today...he was only laid off for 12 weeks, we know of many who have been laid off for 6 months and longer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the kitchen tomato basil chicken breasts, little red potatoes, broccoli and maybe some brownies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am wearing a pink shirt, capris and barefeet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am reading a couple juicing and fasting books, also Created To Be His Helpmeet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am hoping to create a peaceful and relaxing enviroment for my husband to come home to this evening/next several weeks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am creating organization with my digital pictures on my computer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am praying for a peaceful transition as daddy starts working again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Around the house laundry to hang up outside and children resting quietly... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of my favorite things was having my husband home for 12 weeks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week buying vermiculite, compost and peat moss, Mikah has an eye test/appointment tomorrow and the sleep clinic will be calling to set-up a time for his sleep study, cleaning out the kid's old clothes, just trying to get back into a new groove and schedule... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329449989030492514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SfYCh0RfOWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1b82q_HeWNs/s320/misc+331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My first &lt;a href="http://www.squarefootgardening.com/"&gt;Square Foot Gardening &lt;/a&gt;box. I will post more pictures as it comes along...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For more Simple Woman Daybooks visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-6301969350759119148?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/6301969350759119148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=6301969350759119148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/6301969350759119148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/6301969350759119148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/04/simple-womans-daybook-april-27-2009.html' title='The Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook~ April 27, 2009'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SfX7zHemmnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vBfRkWiIw-A/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-8532040774010812842</id><published>2009-04-18T15:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:27:52.579-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perserverance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippians'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Words</title><content type='html'>Philippians 3:7-16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;But whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to &lt;em&gt;the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things&lt;/em&gt;. I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Christ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ—the righteousness that comes from God and is by faith. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;All of us who are mature should take such a view of things. And if on some point you think differently, that too God will make clear to you. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;Only let us live up to what we have already attained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-8532040774010812842?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/8532040774010812842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=8532040774010812842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/8532040774010812842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/8532040774010812842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautiful-words.html' title='Beautiful Words'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-6611263105101530456</id><published>2009-04-17T15:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T17:14:16.227-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep Study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ENT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mikah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ear tubes'/><title type='text'>Ear tubes, Sleep &amp; Noses</title><content type='html'>First I have to comment on the Oh So Gorgeous Day!! Isn't God so fabulous to allow us a little sunshine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt; had a follow-up to a follow-up to a follow-up to his ear tube/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ptosis&lt;/span&gt; surgery from January of 2008. Each time we meet with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt; doctor I like him more. He came off really bad the first time I met him and the second time. Maybe it is the location...we have been seeing him in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Westerville&lt;/span&gt; now instead of the main Children's campus. It is a much calmer, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;quieter&lt;/span&gt; atmosphere. But I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ear Tubes: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mikah's&lt;/span&gt; right ear tube is still tucked neatly in his eardrum working it's little magic of draining junk. His left ear tube is (or was at 11:30am) laying comfortably inside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mikah's&lt;/span&gt; ear canal waiting to fall out without anyone noticing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;disappearing&lt;/span&gt; into the vacuum cleaner the next it is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;operation&lt;/span&gt;. His ear canals have grown to the point though that the doctor did not need to use his ultra fancy high powered microscope to look in Little Man's ears. This is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do about that?? We wondered the same thing. I guess we just wait and see if it matters. If we start to think he is having trouble hearing or if it becomes infected (he has to date never had an ear infection, the tubes were because he couldn't pass a hearing test) than we will explore the possibility of replacing the ear tube. For now we wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep: Or should I say lack?... Okay, I am joking...sort of... Most of you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt; has never slept well, except when he was first born and we had trouble waking him. I guess then he slept well, a little too well. (Digressing again...) His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt; took one look in his throat this morning and immediately asked us how his sleeping was. We both mumbled and stumbled and basically came up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ehhh&lt;/span&gt;...not too good. Actually it is better than it was which isn't saying much. Some nights you have to listen really close to hear him breathing and other nights you have to put the pillow over your head or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;just give&lt;/span&gt; up and get up (and the credit at this point should go to my wonderful husband, I love you sweetie :) ). The doc said they "grade" tonsils on a scale of 1-4(maybe 5) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Mikah's&lt;/span&gt; are a high 3. In a normal relaxed awake state they touch his uvula, the thing that hangs down in the back of your throat. How annoying! He is pretty sure that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt; must have obstructive sleep apnea and has ordered a sleep study. If he does, the doc may want to remove his tonsils and adenoids to see if it helps...This is something that was brought up last year and was the last worry or test on the long growing list. SO it is not exactly a new idea just not one we could "deal" with at the time. Now is the time and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; at peace with the whole thing. Last year I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; was not peaceful when thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noses: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Mikah's&lt;/span&gt; is gifting us with LOTS of thick nasty, yellowish-greenish junk. Speaking of sleep, that is not something he did last night. Please pray he is able to fight it and it doesn't become nastier, like chest nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I am going to wake our Little Man now and we are going to enjoy a nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Starner&lt;/span&gt; Style walk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-6611263105101530456?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/6611263105101530456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=6611263105101530456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/6611263105101530456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/6611263105101530456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/04/ear-tubes-sleep-noses.html' title='Ear tubes, Sleep &amp;amp; Noses'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-7867341811923388161</id><published>2009-04-08T14:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:59:47.685-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Institutes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mikah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jobs'/><title type='text'>Mikah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;CRAWLED!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We are so excited!!! It was beautiful to see. I wish everyone one of you could have been witness to this miracle! He did 5 perfect, patterning like swipes with his hands and feet on his belly, on the carpeted living room floor, head not all the way up but not all the way down like normal :) All this to get his drum. I was laying on the floor, on my belly right beside him (with Ellie sitting on my back, it appeared to be a team effort) and I just kept inching his drum away little bits at a time and he went after it. He was a little man on a mission and he succeeded!! He won!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; what we call a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VICTORY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt; is really doing fabulous. He was "sick" twice this winter and conquered both colds without having to see his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ped&lt;/span&gt; and receive antibiotics. He did take a little longer than Ellie would have to get over them but HE GOT OVER THEM ALL BY HIMSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He has been on a totally blended vegan almost all raw diet since September and seems to be doing wonderfully. He is not doing much of anything with oral eating but we are happy nonetheless. Compared to last year he is thriving! I never understood that word until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt; was born. There is a huge difference between living and thriving. And he is thriving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Since Dave lost his job our whole daily schedule and home program have kind of flown out the window, odd since I thought that daddy being home would help and make it easier to accomplish all of our scheduled tasks...however we are enjoying the time we have all had together. It is fun having breakfast together in the mornings and daddy has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; had more playtime with both Ellie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt; individually. We have slowly been able to tackle little jobs around the house that have been hanging around and we have had more time together just to talk about life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The week Dave lost his job we had actually been planning on submitting our paperwork to the Institutes for a Home Consultation with tentative plans to return to the Institutes in March or April and take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt; with us to begin their Aspirant Program. When Dave lost his job all spending was immediately put on hold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;indefinitely&lt;/span&gt;, including &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mikah's&lt;/span&gt; program. Since then we have received a couple miracles from God, financially, a generous gift from friends and other financial blessings that can only be attributed to the Handiwork of God. Because of these blessings it looks like we will be able to proceed with working with the Institutes more closely on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mikah's&lt;/span&gt; program and not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; have to wait until God opens the door to a new job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On the topic of a new job...to help your prayers be more specific, Dave has several leads right now. He has actually had an interview &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;every other&lt;/span&gt; week that he has been laid off which is huge in his field of work. Many others he knows have been laid off longer and have not had one interview. He has four different companies that could make an offer any day. He has an interview the end of this week and is scheduling a second interview with a firm for this week or next. Please pray for God's leading and wisdom. That He would direct our paths and make it abundantly clear where Dave is supposed to go for that next position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I will try to get video of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt; crawling to post for all his friends to watch :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Have a blessed day!!! And thank you to all of our wonderful helpers and friends and prayer warriors!! Without your servant hands and hearts we would have had to wait a lot longer to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt; move so beautifully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-7867341811923388161?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/7867341811923388161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=7867341811923388161' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/7867341811923388161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/7867341811923388161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/04/mikah.html' title='Mikah...'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-7679576977220532498</id><published>2009-04-07T23:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:58:46.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Praying for Stellan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SdwgoLvcvyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yo-AGgu_S4Y/s1600-h/stellanprayers.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322164734363746082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SdwgoLvcvyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yo-AGgu_S4Y/s320/stellanprayers.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A fellow blogger friend told me about this family and their 5 month baby. I have been following their story and thought some of you might be interested in praying for Stellan too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&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/6788891793852352980-7679576977220532498?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/7679576977220532498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=7679576977220532498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/7679576977220532498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/7679576977220532498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/04/praying-for-stellan.html' title='Praying for Stellan'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SdwgoLvcvyI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yo-AGgu_S4Y/s72-c/stellanprayers.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-4040485638020567795</id><published>2009-04-07T23:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:47:45.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Longaberger Wednesday Only Sale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE CLUTTER? YOU NEED THIS ONE !&lt;br /&gt;ONE DAY SALE WILL SAVE YOU $33! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322161844133381074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/Sdwd_8y1Q9I/AAAAAAAAADw/2OhKdPH8jBs/s320/lgdesktop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can order by going to &lt;a href="http://www.longaberger.com/michellestarner"&gt;www.longaberger.com/michellestarner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to order for you so you do not forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:mstarner@marykay.com"&gt;mstarner@marykay.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed week!&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receive New Wish List on request!&lt;br /&gt;New American Home Pottery...Made in America Matters!&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous Khaki Stripe Baskets...APRIL ONLY!!&lt;br /&gt;April Woven Traditions Pottery SALE....20% OFF!&lt;br /&gt;Spring Dollars Coupons...Order $50, Get $10 coupon for June!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACTORY STORE ON LINE 24/7Retired &amp;amp; Great Sales&lt;a href="http://www.longaberger.com/michellestarner"&gt;www.longaberger.com/michellestarner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have $150 in orders? Contact Michelle to receive hostess benefits.&lt;br /&gt;No benefits when ordering on line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-4040485638020567795?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/4040485638020567795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=4040485638020567795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/4040485638020567795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/4040485638020567795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/04/longaberger-wednesday-only-sale.html' title='Longaberger Wednesday Only Sale!'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/Sdwd_8y1Q9I/AAAAAAAAADw/2OhKdPH8jBs/s72-c/lgdesktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-5710756435416582993</id><published>2009-04-06T08:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:15:40.589-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Living'/><title type='text'>The Simple Woman's Daybook~ April 6, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/Sdnv7V1tU2I/AAAAAAAAADg/KZX6i4C5MSQ/s1600-h/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321548237468685154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/Sdnv7V1tU2I/AAAAAAAAADg/KZX6i4C5MSQ/s320/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FOR TODAY April 6, 2009...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Outside my window God's creation is dripping with the fresh rain from last night, the grass seems to be greener &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I glance outside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am thinking that today will be a blessing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am thankful for God's peace that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surpasseth&lt;/span&gt; all understanding, that guards my heart and mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the learning rooms we are in need of a makeover, a do-over...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the kitchen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, I don't know, I forgot to look at the menu on my way in to the office...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am wearing my pajamas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am creating a life that trusts God in all ways...or at least that is my goal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am going to stay home today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am reading Created to be His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Helpmeet&lt;/span&gt;, the book of 1 Samuel and Luke in my Life Application Study Bible...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am hoping to finish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;decluttering&lt;/span&gt; the office this week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Around the house all is still quiet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of my favorite things spending quiet time with my husband...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mikah's&lt;/span&gt; early intervention teacher is supposed to come, I would like to find a pattern for a simple jean skirt, creating a new menu, a couple interviews for my husband :) ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is picture thought I am sharing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321565559715900322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/Sdn_roPRq6I/AAAAAAAAADo/sKguQwQybGA/s320/misc+303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We made a wonderful discovery during Ellie's birthday party...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt; LOVES balloons!!&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;For more Simple Woman &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Daybooks&lt;/span&gt; visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://thesimplewomansdaybook.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-5710756435416582993?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/5710756435416582993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=5710756435416582993' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/5710756435416582993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/5710756435416582993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/04/simple-womans-daybook-april-6-2009.html' title='The Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook~ April 6, 2009'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/Sdnv7V1tU2I/AAAAAAAAADg/KZX6i4C5MSQ/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-1715230432003012983</id><published>2009-04-05T21:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:02:47.238-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugal living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Maple Syrup Recipe</title><content type='html'>We have a problem in our house every Saturday and Sunday morning...Pancakes!! Daddy and Ellie make a stack of Blueberry Buttermilk Pancakes every weekend and the extras go in the freezer for a lazy morning when mommy can't get her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;body&lt;/span&gt; to cooperate with her head and get up on time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with these pancakes we of course need syrup. Has anyone priced decent yummy maple syrup recently?!? I know prices overall are going up and this is reflected in the syrup aisle. Again in my effort to maintain a frugal household I thought, "Why can't I make the syrup?". I think this thought first took root in my brain as I was watching our maple tree drip sap. It was running with so much sap that the branches had sap "icicles". It was amazing and I am kicking myself for not getting a picture. The squirrels and birds would just sit on the branches and nibble away. I joked with a friend about tapping the tree and setting up a big pot over a fire in the front yard to boil down our own maple syrup...Watch out, I just might &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;try it&lt;/span&gt; next year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second best to tapping the tree is the recipe I found for Maple Syrup. It is super easy, takes all of 5 minutes to make and has passed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Starner&lt;/span&gt; taste test. Let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maple Syrup&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine in saucepan:&lt;br /&gt;1 3/4 cup white sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 cup water&lt;br /&gt;Slowly bring to a boil over medium heat stirring often, cover and cook 1 minute. (I have found you need to play around with how long to cook it, this depends on how thick or thin you prefer you syrup)Cool slightly.&lt;br /&gt;Add:&lt;br /&gt;1/2 t vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1/2 t maple flavoring&lt;br /&gt;Cover saucepan for a few minutes as syrup cooks to melt down crystals; helps prevent syrup from crystallizing later in storage. Allow to cool and store in covered container in refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Starner&lt;/span&gt; house to yours. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-1715230432003012983?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/1715230432003012983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=1715230432003012983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/1715230432003012983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/1715230432003012983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/04/maple-syrup-recipe.html' title='Maple Syrup Recipe'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-1876458614486260928</id><published>2009-04-05T21:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:40:29.905-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugal living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Soup</title><content type='html'>I have come to really enjoy and appreciate the many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;varieties&lt;/span&gt; of soup during this time of Dave transitioning to a new job. We have found it to be an extremely healthful and frugal way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stretch&lt;/span&gt; our food supply and our balance in the checking account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one we sampled recently that all of us thoroughly enjoyed. Even the other non-soup loving individuals in the house :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lentil Soup with Sausage and Kale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp Extra Virgin Olive Oil&lt;br /&gt;1 lb bulk sausage (I actually bought a smoked sausage and diced it, it was delicious)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup lentils&lt;br /&gt;1 medium onion&lt;br /&gt;3-4 cloves of garlic, grated&lt;br /&gt;1/2 lb &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cremini&lt;/span&gt; mushrooms, thinly sliced&lt;br /&gt;1 potato (we were out of white potatoes so I used a sweet potato, highly recommended)&lt;br /&gt;2 sprigs rosemary, chopped&lt;br /&gt;3-4 sprigs thyme&lt;br /&gt;salt &amp;amp; pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup tomato paste&lt;br /&gt;4 cups chicken stock&lt;br /&gt;1 bunch kale, thick stems removed, leaves shredded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place a large soup pot over medium-high heat with one turn of the pot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;EVOO&lt;/span&gt;. Once hot, add the sausage and saute for 3-4 minutes, breaking into small pieces as it cooks and browns.&lt;br /&gt;While sausage is browning, pour lentils out and sift &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; for small stones.&lt;br /&gt;To the browned sausage, add onion, garlic, potato, mushrooms, rosemary, thyme, salt, pepper and tomato paste. Cook, stirring frequently for 3-4 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Add the stock and 2 cups of water, turn the heat up to high and bring to a bubble. Add the lentils and the kale. Stir until the kale wilts in then turn heat down to medium and simmer 30-45 minutes until lentils are tender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time we have this soup I am going to try it as a vegan dish. I think it will be just as lovely and filling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post your comments and let me know if you and your family enjoy this for a meal. Let me know any of your personal alterations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-1876458614486260928?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/1876458614486260928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=1876458614486260928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/1876458614486260928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/1876458614486260928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/04/soup.html' title='Soup'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-6752410932963123645</id><published>2009-04-01T22:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T08:00:19.936-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questionnares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mikah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homebirth'/><title type='text'>Homebirth Questionnare</title><content type='html'>I usually ignore the questionnares on Facebook but this one was on Homebirth. I couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Ellie's birth...homebirth #1....&lt;br /&gt;1. What was your due date? Feb. 25,2005&lt;br /&gt;2. When was your baby born? Feb. 25,2005&lt;br /&gt;3. Did you know from the beginning that you would birth at home? No&lt;br /&gt;4. Were you born at home? No&lt;br /&gt;5. Was your home birth a VBAC? No&lt;br /&gt;6. Midwife or UC (unassisted childbirth)? 2 Midwives and an Apprentice&lt;br /&gt;7. If assisted, how long did you wait before calling your midwife? My husband called them after I had been having contractions for about 3-4 hours, he also waited until a more reasonable hour of the morning, I think neither of us was really convinced I was in labor&lt;br /&gt;8. Was there a Doula present? No&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you have any cravings? Throughout my pregnancy I craved quesadillas like a mad women During labor? No&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you have an ultrasound? Yes at 8 weeks&lt;br /&gt;11. Did you have other children at the birth? No&lt;br /&gt;12. Was it a water birth? No. I wanted it it to be and I actually labored in the tub for a really long time. I couldn't get a good position for pushing in the tub though&lt;br /&gt;13. How long was your labor? 18 hours&lt;br /&gt;14. Red raspberry leaf tea? yes&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you eat during labor? A Subway club sub and juice boxes, I also baked a birthday cake for the baby, we ate that when she was 24 hours old&lt;br /&gt;16. What room did you give birth in? The bedroom&lt;br /&gt;17. How big was your baby? 7 lbs 5 oz&lt;br /&gt;18. What did you name your baby? Eliana Grace&lt;br /&gt;19. What did you do with your placenta? Looked at it, it was heart shaped and then the midwives got rid of it&lt;br /&gt;20. How old were you when your child was born? ?? I am too old to figure that out :)&lt;br /&gt;21. What was your favorite part of pregnancy? the whole thing!! the back rubs and yoga class, I really enjoyed the actual giving birth part too&lt;br /&gt;22. First thing you did after your baby was born? passed out on the midwives :)&lt;br /&gt;23. How old is your baby today? 4 years old&lt;br /&gt;24. Is your child still nursing? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Mikah's birth...homebirth #2...&lt;br /&gt;1. What was your due date? Feb. 6 2007&lt;br /&gt;2. When was your baby born? Jan. 23, 2007&lt;br /&gt;3. Did you know from the beginning that you would birth at home? Yes&lt;br /&gt;4.We're you born at home? No&lt;br /&gt;5. Was your home birth a VBAC? No&lt;br /&gt;6. Midwife or UC (unassisted childbirth)? 2 Midwives and 1 Apprentice&lt;br /&gt;7. If assisted, how long did you wait before calling your midwife? About 1/2 hour, I went immediately into transition and had Mikah 3 hours after labor started, there was no honeymoon phase :)&lt;br /&gt;8. Was there a Doula present?No&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you have any cravings? Yes, I am too embarassed to say what it was... During labor? No&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you have an ultrasound? Yes, at 7 weeks. I was having nightmares that the baby had dies. We found out there had been twins and now there was only one baby.&lt;br /&gt;11. Did you have other children at the birth? No, my grandmother picked Ellie up 30 minutes before Mikah was born&lt;br /&gt;12. Was it a water birth? No, I didn't want to get in the tub&lt;br /&gt;13. How long was your labor? 3 hours&lt;br /&gt;14. Red raspberry leaf tea? yes&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you eat during labor? Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;16. What room did you give birth in? the bedroom&lt;br /&gt;17. How big was your baby? 6 lbs 8 oz&lt;br /&gt;18. What did you name your baby? Mikah Alexander&lt;br /&gt;19. What did you do with your placenta? The midwives took it&lt;br /&gt;20. How old were you when your child was born? still too old (all right, and lazy) to figure it out&lt;br /&gt;21. What was your favorite part of pregnancy? All my talks with God during my pregnancy with Mikah&lt;br /&gt;22. First thing you did after your baby was born? Eat!&lt;br /&gt;23. How old is your baby today? 2 years old&lt;br /&gt;24. Is your child still nursing? no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-6752410932963123645?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/6752410932963123645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=6752410932963123645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/6752410932963123645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/6752410932963123645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/04/homebirth-questionnare.html' title='Homebirth Questionnare'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-5890660589199601705</id><published>2009-03-30T16:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T08:00:54.934-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laundry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frugal living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>A Frugal Recipe</title><content type='html'>Okay, so my brother of all people recently started a blog. On his blog he has vowed to post yummy recipes and such that his family enjoys so that others can share in their life. I thought this sounded like fun so the big sister is now going to copy her little brother :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read the Duggars new book and loved it. They share many frugal recipes and one that I have actually tried is their recipe for laundry detergent. It works out to between 3 and 4 CENTS a load!! Gotta love that! We started using it last week and I think the batch might just last us a year :) Seriously it made a 5 gallon bucket worth of laundry detergent and there are only 4 of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine suggested this website, &lt;a href="http://www.soapsgonebuy.com/"&gt;http://www.soapsgonebuy.com/&lt;/a&gt; for buying the soaps you need. They shipped out the soaps very quickly and the price seemed reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liquid Laundry Soap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;1 bar grated Fels Naptha soap&lt;br /&gt;5 gallon bucket&lt;br /&gt;1 cup Arm and Hammer Washing Soda&lt;br /&gt;1 cup 20 Mule Team Borax&lt;br /&gt;4 1/2 gallons water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put grated Fels Naptha in saucepan and cover with water. Heat on low until dissolved, this takes a while. Just be patient. Fill bucket with hot water and add soap. (I suggest adding the water first and then the soap...I did it the other way and I have never seen so many bubbles) Stir to combine. Add 1 cup washing soda and 1 cup borax and mix well. As it cools, it will thicken. If mixture becomes too thick, add hot water to thin it to desired consistency. Mine did become too thick and I heated some water in my tea kettle and added a little bit at a time. I worked great. May be used immediately. Mix well before each use. Use 1/2(normal) to 1 cup per load (heavy). &lt;strong&gt;Cost per load .04&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also added some glass beads(marbles would work too) to help keep the soap mixed well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-5890660589199601705?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/5890660589199601705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=5890660589199601705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/5890660589199601705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/5890660589199601705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/03/frugal-recipe.html' title='A Frugal Recipe'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-7818978828095818289</id><published>2009-03-30T16:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T08:01:34.199-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Living'/><title type='text'>Simple Woman's Daybook~ March 30th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SdEoGwWKrMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bjgClL57ajs/s1600-h/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319076731423468738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SdEoGwWKrMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bjgClL57ajs/s320/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For Today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Outside my window... Beautiful blue skies and gorgeous sunshine...slightly deceptive looking, when you open the door there is still a bit a chill in the air...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am thinking... of how to better arrange our office...what to remove to make the place a more efficient and calm working area...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the learning rooms... nothing today...they are closed down at the moment :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am thankful for... all of God's amazing and unwarranted blessings...for His wonderful grace in this time of unemployment...how His peace is enough and in our weakness He truly is strong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the kitchen... rotisserie chicken, potatoes, broccoli...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am wearing... jeans, cotton tee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am reading... the books of Deuteronomy and Luke in my life application study Bible and Our Quiver Full...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am hoping... to have a peaceful rest of the day with my family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am creating... a useful office space...hopefully :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am hearing... my daughter and husband chatting and Mikah chiming in every so often...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Around the house... a just swept and mopped floor in the kitchen... a simple pleasure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of my favorite things... laughing with my children...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week... the usual cleaning, laundry, restarting Mikah's program, hopefully Dave will have a second interview...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319080860489495106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SdEr3GUOMkI/AAAAAAAAADY/S8ZS6Wi_Kq0/s320/misc+226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Two of mommy's favorite people...It is so hard to get the both to cooperate at the same moment...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-7818978828095818289?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/7818978828095818289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=7818978828095818289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/7818978828095818289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/7818978828095818289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/03/simple-womans-daybook-march-30th.html' title='Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook~ March 30th'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SdEoGwWKrMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bjgClL57ajs/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-1159328687768059819</id><published>2009-02-09T11:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T12:27:02.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simple Woman's Daybook~February 9th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SZBgVqaRryI/AAAAAAAAADA/t7qnVeX7HTk/s1600-h/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300842686693093154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SZBgVqaRryI/AAAAAAAAADA/t7qnVeX7HTk/s320/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FOR TODAY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Outside my window...the snow is melting and our yard is a muddy mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am thinking...of my husband and his back pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am thankful for...my daughter's singing her songs she has learned at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AWANA&lt;/span&gt;. She is worshiping God with her songs and doesn't even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; it yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the learning rooms...we are taking the day off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the kitchen...noodles, hamburger, sauce and cheese. Yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am wearing...jeans and a t-shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am creating...a plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am going...no where else. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; already been to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chiropractor&lt;/span&gt; to drop my husband off and to the library and back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chiropractor&lt;/span&gt; to get my husband and home. That is enough traveling for one day for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am reading...The Centurion's Wife and A Charlotte Mason Companion: Personal Reflections on the Gentle Art of Learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am hoping...the my husband hears from the company he interviewed with last week and receives a call for another interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am hearing...the faint sounds of a Pooh Bear movie and my son chattering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Around the house...there is trash to take out, floors to sweep and toys to be picked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of my favorite things...hearing my son laugh and seeing his adorable smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week: finish reading Matthew, fill out more financial help papers, grocery shopping...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is picture thought I am sharing...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300849769725521666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SZBmx8wzbwI/AAAAAAAAADI/udLoTCkZw8Y/s320/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;reminiscing&lt;/span&gt;...This is my son, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt; Alexander, a few hours after he was born. How precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-1159328687768059819?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/1159328687768059819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=1159328687768059819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/1159328687768059819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/1159328687768059819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/02/simple-womans-daybookfebruary-9th.html' title='The Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook~February 9th'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SZBgVqaRryI/AAAAAAAAADA/t7qnVeX7HTk/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-5839279545072767787</id><published>2009-02-02T11:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T11:46:01.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simple Woman's Daybook~February 2nd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SYcdspclE6I/AAAAAAAAACw/aN9e7CsFFNs/s1600-h/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298236139501851554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SYcdspclE6I/AAAAAAAAACw/aN9e7CsFFNs/s320/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;FOR TODAY...&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;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window&lt;/strong&gt;... the sun is shining and the trees are casting shadows on the snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking&lt;/strong&gt;... of my husband, his search for new job and wondering what will happen in the in between time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful for&lt;/strong&gt;... all that God has blessed us with and the trust and peace we can find in Him and His promises. And the interview my husband has tomorrow. God's mercy and grace is overwhelming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the learning rooms&lt;/strong&gt;... we are continuing our reading program and I am halfway through The Charlotte Mason Companion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen&lt;/strong&gt;... we will be making Maple Syrup and Chocolate Chip Granola Bars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing... &lt;/strong&gt;a green cable kniw short sleeve sweater and jeans. My feet are cold, I should really put some socks on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creating...&lt;/strong&gt; peace and order in our house through the use of my new schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going... &lt;/strong&gt;to stay home as much as possible, it is still too cold outside for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading...&lt;/strong&gt; A Charlotte Mason Companion: Personal Reflections on the Gentle Art of Learning by Karen Andreola and The Centurion's Wife by Janette Oke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;am hoping... &lt;/strong&gt;that my husband and I will strengthen our relationship together and with God through this time of uncertainty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hearing... &lt;/strong&gt;the hum of the computer, the furnace and my son playing happily beside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt;there are dishes to wash, a fish tank to take down and clean and a warm inviting fire to relax by during quiet time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things... &lt;/strong&gt;knowing that there are so many wonderful friends praying for our safety and well being during this loss of a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week: &lt;/strong&gt;calling to find funding for Mikah and his medicines and tube feeding supplies and any other financial help he qualifies for and enjoying the quiet moments with my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is picture thought I am sharing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298241140712268034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SYciPwaD4QI/AAAAAAAAAC4/tdqA7CwJsXY/s320/misc+223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our giant pine tree during the winter snows last week. The picture does not do it justice. It was as if it was bowing down to our Majestic Creator.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-5839279545072767787?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/5839279545072767787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=5839279545072767787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/5839279545072767787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/5839279545072767787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/02/simple-womans-daybookfebruary-2nd.html' title='The Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook~February 2nd'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SYcdspclE6I/AAAAAAAAACw/aN9e7CsFFNs/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-4654544816389119873</id><published>2009-01-28T14:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:00:23.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Devotion~January 28th Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SYC2MITWDFI/AAAAAAAAACo/oL-FTBCDtyM/s1600-h/SimpleDevotionButton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296433481291009106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SYC2MITWDFI/AAAAAAAAACo/oL-FTBCDtyM/s320/SimpleDevotionButton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Today...&lt;/strong&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Lord,I bring you my shortcomings...&lt;/strong&gt;my fears and my worries for my family, my children...all the things I want to do more of with them, the things I feel I am failing at..Please help me to trust that when I am weak, You are made strong in my weakness. &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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I bring you my worship and praise...&lt;/strong&gt;for the beauty of Your creation. For each individual snowflake that is like no other. For the precious moments with my children...&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I bring you my prayer...&lt;/strong&gt;Lift me up out of this pit and plant my feet upon Your rock. I pray for joy.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You spoke to me...&lt;/strong&gt;through Your word today...&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Join us...more information found &lt;a href="http://thesimplewoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/simple-devotionnovember-19th.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-4654544816389119873?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/4654544816389119873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=4654544816389119873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/4654544816389119873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/4654544816389119873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/01/simple-devotionjanuary-28th-entry.html' title='Simple Devotion~January 28th Entry'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SYC2MITWDFI/AAAAAAAAACo/oL-FTBCDtyM/s72-c/SimpleDevotionButton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-5848906720688154789</id><published>2009-01-27T10:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:19:15.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger friend school Assignment #118 - All You Add Is Love</title><content type='html'>I found this on another blog and thought it was so cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Assignment #118 - All You Add Is Love (Purina Dog Chow)" href="http://bloggerfriendschool.com/archives/71"&gt;Assignment #118 - All You Add Is Love (Purina Dog Chow)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memory Verse:&lt;/strong&gt; Psalms 127:3 (New Living Translation)&lt;br /&gt;Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Intro:&lt;/strong&gt; This week we continue with shaking things up a bit.  Children are often so pure in what they say.  There is no sugar coating it, they just say it as they see it.  Their thoughts can make us laugh, touch our hearts and open our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assignment:&lt;/strong&gt; This week are going to do an “Interview With Mom”  and post it to your blog.  There are a list of questions below to interview your children with.  Feel free to add your own questions or remove any question you don’t want to use.  You will then ask your children the questions and post the answers that they give you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WHAT DOES MOM ALWAYS SAY TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ellie age 3~ I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES MOM HAPPY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ellie age 3~ when I ask you to color with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES MOM SAD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ellie age 3~ I don't remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES MOM LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ellie age 3~ when I say funny words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW OLD IS MOM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ellie age 3~ 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TALL IS MOM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ellie age 3~ kind of as tall as up to daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DOES MOM LIKE TO DO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ellie age 3~ color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS MOM’S JOB?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ellie age 3~ helping me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS MOM’S FAVORITE FOOD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ellie age 3~ spaghetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU KNOW MOM LOVES YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ellie age 3~ you always say the love you words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-5848906720688154789?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/5848906720688154789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=5848906720688154789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/5848906720688154789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/5848906720688154789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/01/blogger-friend-school-assignment-118.html' title='Blogger friend school Assignment #118 - All You Add Is Love'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-4119901060307421892</id><published>2009-01-26T09:14:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:31:41.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SX3HOnInlnI/AAAAAAAAACY/LujQ9tmKSTU/s1600-h/misc+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295607790694798962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SX3HOnInlnI/AAAAAAAAACY/LujQ9tmKSTU/s320/misc+216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mikah is saying CAR!!! It is official. Dave and I heard him say it several times. Ellie heard him say it. My grandparents heard him say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I am so proud! I am so excited! What a good word for a little boy to say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This is his Superman car that his Great Aunt Faye bought him for Christmas. I think this car is what prompted his use of the word. He LOVES this car even though Dave and I thought for sure it would be too "old" of a toy for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Thanks Aunt Faye!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mikah's other favorite cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295609006572919266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SX3IVYojWeI/AAAAAAAAACg/uErEaSOpGqU/s320/misc+218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-4119901060307421892?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/4119901060307421892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=4119901060307421892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/4119901060307421892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/4119901060307421892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/01/car.html' title='CAR'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SX3HOnInlnI/AAAAAAAAACY/LujQ9tmKSTU/s72-c/misc+216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-2603781548139038252</id><published>2009-01-26T08:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:59:50.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Simple Woman's Daybook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good Monday morning friends! I am starting something new called the Simple Woman's Daybook...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SX28BAq2drI/AAAAAAAAACI/8NP9zk-ZvtM/s1600-h/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295595462403192498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SX28BAq2drI/AAAAAAAAACI/8NP9zk-ZvtM/s320/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FOR TODAY January 26, 2009...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Outside my window the snow is peacefully covering the grass and trees...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am thinking how this week is another chance to start over...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am thankful for my strong, amazing husband...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the learning rooms I am exploring different homeschooling styles, looking mostly at Classical and Charlotte Mason right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the kitchen we baked Southern Chocolate Chip cookies this weekend and I was again reminded that I need to find a yummy vegan recipe so Mikah can join in the fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am wearing a comfy maroon and cream sweater ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am creating post-its with verses to post around the house to remind me of God's almighty power in my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am going into my children's rooms after this post...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am reading The Well-Trained Mind: A Guide to Classical Education at Home and A Charlotte Mason Companion: Personal Reflections on the Gentle Art of Learning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am hoping that Mikah's mask arrive today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am hearing the wonderful sound of silence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Around the house the dogs are peacefully sleeping and the fire is warming the Florida room...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of my favorite things: a cozy blanket, a good book and a mug of hot cocoa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A few plans for the rest of the week: fill out Mikah's Home Consult forms and mail them, declutter the office and send a thank you card to my grandparents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is picture thought I am sharing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295599479953835474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SX2_q3NkRdI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_e3YhDGxgs4/s320/Dscn0917.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We love you Gary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;~Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dUrUa10NCDQ/R_oYnQ_FpeI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fOF6zzksxXU/s1600-h/simple-woman-daybook-small.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/6788891793852352980-2603781548139038252?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/2603781548139038252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=2603781548139038252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/2603781548139038252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/2603781548139038252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-monday-morning-friends-i-am.html' title='The Simple Woman&apos;s Daybook'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SX28BAq2drI/AAAAAAAAACI/8NP9zk-ZvtM/s72-c/simple-woman-daybook-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-8052820134195127155</id><published>2009-01-23T08:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:57:57.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKAH!!!</title><content type='html'>At 7:30 am two years ago &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt; was born in dramatic fashion in our bedroom. Immediately it became apparent that there would be something different with this little guy. He just didn't want to start breathing as quickly as a baby should. As I watched the umbilical cord still pulsing and the midwives suctioning and bagging him it seemed surreal. As if everything was moving in slow motion and I was dreaming. Then I was jolted out of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;revery&lt;/span&gt; by Nina, one of my midwives telling me, "He needs to know his mommy is here. Let him know you are here." Instinctively I placed my hand on his tiny chest and whispered in his ear how we much we had all been waiting for him and how we were so excited to meet him and how we loved him so much. In the few seconds it took for those words to come out of my mouth he took his first deep breath. We cut the umbilical cord and the midwives placed him on my bare chest and covered us with many warmed blankets. So began the love of snuggling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt; and I have together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time after that and still today at times, when he wasn't breathing right or needed calmed all I had to do was place my hand on his little chest and it was as if some great peace overtook him. I think that is kind of how I feel sometimes when the world just seems to be too big for me with all the troubles and trials we have gone through the past two years, just when I feel like or do start screaming at God about how it isn't fair and I didn't sign-up for it...His peace will overtake me, as if His big hand is holding me, pulling me out of my self misery and despair. Or maybe He is just covering my mouth telling me to shut-up and get over myself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an email today from Proverbs 31 Ministries that really touched my heart deeply. I am not sure if I am allowed to copy and paste so I will leave a &lt;a href="http://proverbs31devotions.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-your-worst-fears-are-realized.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. It is titled When Your Worst Fears are Realized. The &lt;a href="http://www.marybethwhalen.com/index.html"&gt;author&lt;/a&gt;, a mom and wife, always had a fear that she would have a child with a birth defect...hmmmm...is that just a coincidence on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mikah's&lt;/span&gt; birthday? I never even considered or feared having a child with special needs. I think I thought that it just doesn't happen to my family...Some of you know how stupid that sounds since you know my own sister was born with a birth defect!! Hello, is anybody home in there?!?! I guess I don't consider her as having special needs anymore because God was amazingly GOOD to her. She has done everything the doctors always said she wouldn't, except ride a bike. ( Although, I bet she could if she really wanted too ) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it became apparent that there was something going on with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt; that just wasn't typical, I remember telling a friend that God couldn't do that to me because I couldn't handle it. And then we got the first tests back and they were normal. I thought, "See, God wouldn't do that to me." How foolish, I am pretty sure Solomon was talking about me when he wrote many of the verses about proud fools. We later met with genetics doctors and came to find out the previous test was just a very basic test and they had much more sophisticated tests and Yes, they were 100% positive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt; had a genetic disorder...WHAM!! It was like a blow to the gut, even though I knew deep down that it was coming. I am not sure you can ever really be prepared for something like that. Someone telling you this child, created out of love, that you carried and took special care of and brought into this world, wasn't perfect. That he would not be capable and never should consider having his own children. That he probably wouldn't be able to go to college, might not understand high school and probably would never understand love enough to be married. I didn't bother to ask them if they thought he would be able to understand salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me one of my biggest fears is our children not being saved and not spending eternity with Jesus. Now one of my children might not understand that, which I am confident means he will spend eternity with Jesus and, yes, I am a typical human, I am upset, I want him to understand and make that decision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dawned on me the other day that I should never have thought this couldn't happen to me, for many different reasons, but one it that it did happen to me when I was about 9 years old. When my mom birthed my sister. Maybe not as directly or in the same way but my mom knows about all these feelings I have. She knows things I don't yet because I haven't been there. And she knows how to keep on living. She knows how it is to come out on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;otherside&lt;/span&gt; of the valley of the shadow of death, the death of a dream of a perfect baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God knows too. He is the one who created the first perfect man and watched as he became imperfect. God knows exactly how I feel and "He is who in me, IS greater than he who is in the world" trying to draw me down. I loved all the verses in the devotional today. So here goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You came near when I called you, and you said, 'Do not fear.'" Lamentations 3:57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." Isaiah 41:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine." Isaiah 43:1b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After this, the word of the Lord came to Abram in a vision: Do not be afraid, Abram. I am your shield, your very great reward." Genesis 15:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you visit Marybeth's blog and read to the end of today's entry you will read her happy ending. Her son is twelve and God has healed him. I pray that ten years from today I can say the same thing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-8052820134195127155?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/8052820134195127155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=8052820134195127155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/8052820134195127155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/8052820134195127155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-mikah.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIKAH!!!'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-7510004324202287474</id><published>2009-01-15T15:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:33:10.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Mothers Get Babies with Something More</title><content type='html'>I was decluttering my saved documents and came across this article. I thought it worth sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Some Mothers Get Babies with Something More &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;By Lori Borgman Jul 25, 2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Expectant mothers waiting for a newborn's arrival say they don't care what sex the baby is. They just want their infant to have 10 fingers and 10 toes. Mothers lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every mother wants so much more. She wants a perfectly healthy baby with a round head, rosebud lips, button nose, beautiful eyes and satin skin. She wants a baby so gorgeous that people will pity the Gerber baby for being flat-out ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants a baby that will roll over, sit up and take those first steps right on schedule (according to the baby development chart on Page 57, column two). Every mother wants a baby that can see, hear, run, jump and fire neurons by the billions. She wants a kid that can smack the ball out of the park and do toe points that are the envy of the entire ballet class. Call it greed if you want, but a mother wants what a mother wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're one who got a baby with a condition you couldn't pronounce, a spine that didn't fuse, a missing chromosome or a palate that didn't close. The doctor's words took your breath away. It was just like the time at recess in the fourth grade when you didn't see the kick ball coming and it knocked the wind right out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you left the hospital with a healthy bundle, then, months, even years later, took him in for a routine visit, or scheduled her for a well check, and crashed head first into a brick wall as you bore the brunt of devastating news. It didn't seem possible. That didn't run in your family. Could this really be happening in your lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch the Olympics for the sheer thrill of seeing finely sculpted bodies. It's not a lust thing; it's a wondrous thing. They appear as specimens without flaw -- muscles, strength and coordination all working in perfect harmony. Then an athlete walks over to a tote bag, rustles through the contents and pulls out an inhaler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing as a perfect body. Everybody will bear something at some time or another. Maybe the affliction will be apparent to curious eyes, or maybe it will be unseen, quietly treated with trips to the doctor, therapy or surgery. Mothers of children with disabilities live the limitations with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I don't know how you do it. Sometimes you mothers scare me. How you lift that kid in and out of the wheelchair 20 times a day. How you monitor tests, track medications and serve as the gatekeeper to a hundred specialists yammering in your ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how you endure the clichés and the platitudes, the well-intentioned souls explaining how God is at work when you've occasionally questioned if God is on strike. I even wonder how you endure schmaltzy columns like this one -- saluting you, painting you as hero and saint, when you know you're ordinary. You snap, you bark, you bite. You didn't volunteer for this, you didn't jump up and down in the motherhood line yelling, "Choose me, God. Choose me! I've got what it takes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a woman who doesn't have time to step back and put things in perspective, so let me do it for you. From where I sit, you're way ahead of the pack. You've developed the strength of a draft horse while holding onto the delicacy of a daffodil. You have a heart that melts like chocolate in a glove box in July, counter-balanced against the stubbornness of an Ozark mule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the mother, advocate and protector of a child with a disability. You're a neighbor, a friend, a woman I pass at church and my sister-in-law. You're a wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lori Borgman is a columnist, author and speaker. You can visit her at www.loriborgman.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article was reprinted with Ms. Borgman’s permission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-7510004324202287474?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/7510004324202287474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=7510004324202287474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/7510004324202287474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/7510004324202287474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-mothers-get-babies-with-something.html' title='Some Mothers Get Babies with Something More'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-48949662056311212</id><published>2009-01-13T11:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:14:20.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Forward</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here is a video I just shot of Mikah moving down his ramp. I hope it comes out okay as our camera wasn't really made for videos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8029e52af7ec5440" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8029e52af7ec5440%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331505284%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B713C002A4A3FD4E49AC383B45C60E9D087135A.27A6398A60C824CADA22A227F7E404F7D130BBD6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8029e52af7ec5440%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtrYFxKT8-tLz5Ammz1VKzWGU-0U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8029e52af7ec5440%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331505284%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B713C002A4A3FD4E49AC383B45C60E9D087135A.27A6398A60C824CADA22A227F7E404F7D130BBD6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8029e52af7ec5440%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtrYFxKT8-tLz5Ammz1VKzWGU-0U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some other of my favorite recent pictures.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290827036192068306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SWzLKExC0tI/AAAAAAAAACA/W3wzZF7ygqk/s320/misc+197.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Cuddle time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SWzLIzr-ArI/AAAAAAAAAB4/736D19CweiA/s1600-h/misc+187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290827014427509426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SWzLIzr-ArI/AAAAAAAAAB4/736D19CweiA/s320/misc+187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellie's new guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SWzLIWiwn-I/AAAAAAAAABw/6stPQFC9NRc/s1600-h/misc+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290827006604255202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SWzLIWiwn-I/AAAAAAAAABw/6stPQFC9NRc/s320/misc+174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SWzLH8TQA2I/AAAAAAAAABo/kUUoH7Ey1cQ/s1600-h/misc+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290826999559881570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SWzLH8TQA2I/AAAAAAAAABo/kUUoH7Ey1cQ/s320/misc+148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Too cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SWzLFTn1GII/AAAAAAAAABg/P1rPcqjiwMQ/s1600-h/misc+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290826954280605826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SWzLFTn1GII/AAAAAAAAABg/P1rPcqjiwMQ/s320/misc+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our precious boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-48949662056311212?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8029e52af7ec5440&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/48949662056311212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=48949662056311212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/48949662056311212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/48949662056311212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/01/moving-forward.html' title='Moving Forward'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SWzLKExC0tI/AAAAAAAAACA/W3wzZF7ygqk/s72-c/misc+197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-7175962399050990407</id><published>2009-01-13T07:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:32:39.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been so long since I posted. We have been so busy and yet sometimes I feel like we have not gotten much done. That must be the perfectionist in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mikah is doing amazing! I will attempt to get a picture into this posting. I am not the most computer savvy so hopefully I can figure it out:) Ellie has been telling everyone that Mikah will walk when he is 2 y.o. Well, I am not sure that will happen since his birthday is this month on the 23rd but miracles do happen everyday. He is moving forward though and that is great. I also want to try to post a video of him going down his ramp. He has been using his legs in a crawling motion and he zooms down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SWyWsY3a3EI/AAAAAAAAABQ/XJM-mx5dIKA/s1600-h/DSCN2164.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290770320010573282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SWyXkwho9eI/AAAAAAAAABY/xBfGTE53p0U/s320/DSCN2164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are taking this week off from patterning to take time to recover from mommy and Ellie being sick and we are adding in a couple components to his home program. We started a reading program yesterday. This is for both Ellie and Mikah. When I brought out the cards and started going through them with him he became very excited! It was so wonderful to see him enjoying himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are also starting an Oxygen enrichment program this week called masking. This will allow more oxygen to reach his brain and also help to expand his lungs and make his breathing better. His pediatrician is very excited about this part of the program and we found out he has been spreading the word about Mikah's program and all the progress he is making. Everytime we walk into his office he goes on and on about what a different child Mikah is each time he seems him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mikah is doing fabulous on the blended diet and seems to be really thriving for the first time in his life on real food. It is a vegan diet with lots of veggies! He has also been occassionally asking for food to eat orally. And if we don't figure out what it is that he is trying to tell us, he becomes very upset! The reading program should help with our communication too. We are going to create Choice Boards. Today we are actually going to start learning some of our "choice" words. Yes, No, Eat, Ouch, Play, Done, More, Maybe, Other...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was creating all the reading cards and lists of words and I found myself getting really excited! There are so many words I want to teach them! We have always loved to read and it is such a joy to be able to share that with our children especially Mikah. We may not be able to share a walk in the park or watching him go down a slide or chase his sister right now but I can share with him the experience and joy and fun of reading. It fills my heart with joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so anxious to go back to the Institutes. I want to learn so much more about how to help Mikah and I desperately want their insight and guidance and encouragement for the programs we are doing with him. Another couple that was in the class with us in June described going back as a "breath of fresh air". And I believe them. It was a breath of fresh air just to read their post on their blog about their visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am actually going to be calling the Institutes today and talking to them about setting up a Home Program consultation. This is where we do an extensive phone "interview" with them about where Mikah is, what we have been doing with him and what we should be doing with him. It is the next best thing to taking him to the Institutes. Afterwards, we work on our new program for three months and then call them back and let them know what we have done and where Mikah is and they will let us know if he is accepted into their Intensive treatment program. If he is then we get to take him to the Institutes and over 3 days they meet with us and Mikah and evaluate him and create an even more specific program for him. Dave and I would also receive 2 days of "continuing education" in the form of intensive lectures. We are excited about the next lecture series as they discuss even more about brain injured children, nutrition, masking and intelligence programs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frequently I think there is so much more I should have been doing with Mikah. It seems like June was so long ago and I have been reviewing our notes from the Institutes and realizing there are many things we are not doing quite right or that I just plan forgot. I am also continually trying to remind myself how much he has improved. When we took the class at the Institutes he couldn't even lift his head and was pretty much like Ellie's Raggedy Ann doll, floppy and limp. He was constantly sick and vomiting and refluxing and not sleeping well. He was gaining less than a pound a month. Now he is holding his head while on his belly, he supports himself, he doesn't get sick nearly as often and vomiting is rare. His relfux is improving and for a while he was able to be completely off his reflux meds. He is also sleeping. Most of the time :) And since we started his blended diet he is gaining OVER a pound each month! He is also MUCH stronger as his patterners will tell you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He may not have progressed developmentally as much as mommy was hoping but his health has improved by leaps and bounds. With this New Year I am hoping and praying that he learns to read, learns to eat a little more and that he WILL be walking by his 3rd birthday. That next Christmas he will be tearing around the house trying to pull all the ornaments off the tree. I pray for faith like Ellie's to be able to believe that he will be walking on his 2nd birthday. These are my hopes and dreams for my little boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-7175962399050990407?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/7175962399050990407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=7175962399050990407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/7175962399050990407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/7175962399050990407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2009/01/next-steps.html' title='Next Steps'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_awmJOrMzOQY/SWyXkwho9eI/AAAAAAAAABY/xBfGTE53p0U/s72-c/DSCN2164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-5258899638482419989</id><published>2008-10-15T15:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:14:25.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke 18:1-8</title><content type='html'>This seems to be such a memorable time of year...One year ago today Mikah was in surgery having his G-tube placed. He was a very scrawny, bones showing 11 pounds. Over the past year he has come a long way from that skinny little man. He now weighs over 20 pounds. He has a Mic-Key Button instead of a standard G-tube. He also has developed a personality complete with many opinions :) The little things you take for granted. We didn't actually realize that he didn't have opinions until he started showing us his opinions. He has started, as of two weeks ago lifting his head up while on his belly. He can sit. He can jump in the Jumperoo. He can propel himself forward on his inclined floor. He will get himself from one end of the room to the other in order to see what his big sister is so excited about. He grabs and picks up toys. He loves to pound on things, drums anyone?? He loves to watch Lawerence Welk on Saturday night with the rest of the family and he loves to read books. He pets the dogs and has a growing vocabulary consisting of Mama, Dada, Up and More. He is trying very hard to say Ellie and he will sign "eat" and "all done". He loves sweet potatoes and popsicles and hates plums. He has a great laugh and beautiful smile and loves to be tickled!&lt;br /&gt;The nights are the hardest right now. For a while he was sleeping perfectly. And then a couple weeks ago he caught another cold. A simple common cold. But in Mikah it becomes a nasty thing and so now we are not sleeping. Another thing you take for granted...sleep. I can't remember when we stopped sleeping, it was a long time ago. And thank you to everyone who has taken the time to offer advice...It is hard to not sleep. It makes it hard to function during the day and it makes it hard to continue having a positive attitude admist all the other things going on. The other day, after not sleeping, I became very frustrated. I have always been fairly strong in my faith that God will always see me through. But at 2 o'clock in the morning when no one is sleeping and no one has slept for 2 weeks straight I found myself becoming quite angry at God. Wouldn't it be so easy for him to just make Mikah sleep? To touch him and heal him and at least let us sleep? We could still deal with the other stuff in our lives but at least we would not be doing it through the fog of insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;After mulling these thought over in my mind I was given these verses from Luke 18:1-8.&lt;br /&gt;Then Jesus told his disciples a parable to show them that they should always pray and not give up. He said: "In a certain town there was a judge who neither feared God nor cared about men. And there was a widow in that town who kept coming to him with the plea, 'Grant me justice against my adversary.'&lt;br /&gt;For some time he refused. But finally he said to himself, 'Even though I don't fear God or care about men, yet because this widow keeps bothering me, I will see that she gets justice, so that she won't eventually wear me out with her coming!' "&lt;br /&gt;And the Lord said, "Listen to what the unjust judge says. And will not God bring about justice for his chosen ones, who cry out to him day and night? Will he keep putting them off? I tell you, he will see that they get justice and quickly. However, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?"&lt;br /&gt;Do I cry out to Him day and night? And what of my faith?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the problem is not God's but mine. At some point in the past year I have let go of my unwavering faith and my crying out to God has grown faint. You could hear the drop of a pin above my whispers. Pray for me that at night when sleep eludes us I will be crying out to God for His mercy and grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-5258899638482419989?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/5258899638482419989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=5258899638482419989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/5258899638482419989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/5258899638482419989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2008/10/luke-181-8.html' title='Luke 18:1-8'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-5695282232180668409</id><published>2008-10-08T10:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:28:53.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To Holland</title><content type='html'>I have come across this many times. Just thought I would share it with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome To Holland&lt;/strong&gt; by: Emily Perl Kingsley&lt;br /&gt;I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......&lt;br /&gt;When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."&lt;br /&gt;"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."&lt;br /&gt;But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.&lt;br /&gt;The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.&lt;br /&gt;So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.&lt;br /&gt;But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."&lt;br /&gt;And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.&lt;br /&gt;But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-5695282232180668409?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/5695282232180668409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=5695282232180668409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/5695282232180668409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/5695282232180668409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-to-holland.html' title='Welcome To Holland'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-3655820786282014032</id><published>2008-10-03T07:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T08:08:19.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you overwhelmed and is it worth it?</title><content type='html'>"Well, I just don't want you to overwhelm yourself." This is my most frequently heard statement from the medical/therapy workers when they hear of the program we are embarking upon for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt;. Overwhelmed?! I have been overwhelmed since he was 2 weeks old and "popped" his hernia on Valentine's Day! That was about 20 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;I found it extremely overwhelming to take him to therapy outside of our home 4 days a week at a different time each day thus defeating the thought of even trying to have naps or a schedule. And then to sit and watch for 45 minutes while they made him scream and cry most of the time to the point of vomiting on himself in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt; on the way and then trying to stop on Broad St. to make sure he was okay. Not to mention that his tube feedings had to be at a different time each day and there was no hope for really working on his oral eating skills...Yes, I am overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;We haven't even started to discuss the emotional and spiritual battles that go on in my mind and heart on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;But then isn't every mother overwhelmed? The grass is never greener on the side and I would never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to trade "her" problems for my own. No one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; problems are better to have than your own. God picked me to have these problems. He knew that eventually I would get over myself and stand up under them and that some day I will look down on them and smile. With his help. The verses in Psalm  40:1-2 have been especially important to me since I have found myself is this pit and yes it has been a pit but every day it is looking more and more like a beautiful green valley and some day I am sure it will be a mountain, tall and strong and firm that I shout my praises from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 40:1-2&lt;br /&gt;I waited patiently for the Lord;&lt;br /&gt;He turned to me and heard my cry.&lt;br /&gt;He lifted me out of the slimy pit,&lt;br /&gt;out of the mud and mire;&lt;br /&gt;he set my feet on a rock&lt;br /&gt;and gave me a firm place to stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the question of am I overwhelmed? Yes. Now the question, that some how seems more important, "Is it worth it?" If I was one that used profanity, I might have been prone to use some very explicit words and attacked the persons that have asked me that. This is MY SON that we are talking about! This precious, beautiful gift entrusted to me from God! He is most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; WORTH IT! He was born into this family on purpose, not by accident and he is my charge for as long as God sees fit to loan him to me. He will always be worth it. Even on the days when we are both frustrated or on the days when he hasn't slept and so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;neither&lt;/span&gt; has anyone in the house, the days when we are at loss to know what to do for him, he will always be worth it. He is one of the wounded ones and, as Glenn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Doman&lt;/span&gt; put it so eloquently in our class, in our family we DON'T leave the wounded behind. He may not have been wounded from a gunshot or a fall or from neglect or drugs or any number of other things and we may not know why he was wounded but wounded he is and we will not leave him behind. We will dedicate ourselves to helping him heal as much as God sees fit and we will pray that God receives all the glory for his recovery and the energy we had to expend to help him recover.&lt;br /&gt;Some people may keep on wondering and asking, "Is it worth it?" to those people I will still say yes it is worth it. Do you know why? Because last night while I was out attending an amazing Mom to Mom Round Table Discussion at New Life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Gahanna&lt;/span&gt; my husband called and left a message on our cell phone, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mikah&lt;/span&gt; got up on all fours and LIFTED HIS HEAD UP!! That is worth it! For my little boy to have learned in less than one week of not ideal, sporadic patterning to lift his head up when on his belly, that is most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; worth it. And that is just the beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-3655820786282014032?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/3655820786282014032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=3655820786282014032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/3655820786282014032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/3655820786282014032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2008/10/are-you-overwhelmed-and-is-it-worth-it.html' title='Are you overwhelmed and is it worth it?'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6788891793852352980.post-7228554471394608955</id><published>2008-10-02T15:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:55:47.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Ago...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday marked the one year anniversary of the day that totally changed our lives...One year ago yesterday a very friendly and overly smilie home health nurse from Children's Hospital came into our home and "shoved" (sorry all you nurses but that is really how it looked and felt) a feeding tube up our son's nose and down into his stomach. At that time we didn't know why. Well, besides the obvious fact that he was dramatically losing weight no matter what we tried.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't know why in terms of "Why wasn't he just as healthy as his sister or the kid next door?"&lt;br /&gt;Today we do know why. Kind of. We found out later, after he had a more permanent G-tube placed that he is missing a tiny piece of his 14th chromosome. More specifically, 14q32.31. Who would have thought such a tiny little thing could make such a difference?&lt;br /&gt;I thought it appropriate that on this anniversary I would create a more permanent blog for our family. SO here we are :) Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6788891793852352980-7228554471394608955?l=raisingmikah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/feeds/7228554471394608955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6788891793852352980&amp;postID=7228554471394608955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/7228554471394608955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6788891793852352980/posts/default/7228554471394608955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmikah.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-year-ago.html' title='One Year Ago...'/><author><name>Michelle S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05866324560268001043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NVG9rAxNjOM/Tl_f6kRsCbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/iPTA416T12o/s220/familycanvas16x24.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
