<?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-4775986830642858388</id><updated>2012-01-28T05:34:51.602-06:00</updated><category term='house'/><title type='text'>The Old House Spill</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>513</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-136960190845187882</id><published>2011-09-22T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T13:48:21.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Overheard  just now - 4 children in den, 1 practicing piano in another room. The  conversation turned to God and questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Miss A: "Something I've always  wanted to ask God is how he can see everything at the same time."&lt;br /&gt;Mr. E:&amp;nbsp;  "Well, don't bother writing a letter."&lt;br /&gt;Mr. A:&amp;nbsp; "You can ask one day when you're dead. I mean, when you're in heaven."     :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-136960190845187882?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/136960190845187882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=136960190845187882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/136960190845187882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/136960190845187882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/09/overheard.html' title='Overheard...'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-4482679082519373070</id><published>2011-09-22T13:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T13:45:35.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayings...from the crew</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul class="uiList uiStream UIIntentionalStream_Content" data-referrer="home_stream" id="home_stream"&gt;&lt;li class="pvm uiUnifiedStory uiStreamStory genericStreamStory uiStreamBoulderStyle aid_100001141562597 uiListItem uiListLight uiListVerticalItemBorder uiStreamBoulderHighlight uiStreamFirstStory" data-ft="{&amp;quot;src&amp;quot;:9,&amp;quot;sty&amp;quot;:22,&amp;quot;actrs&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;100001141562597&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;pub_time&amp;quot;:1316717031,&amp;quot;fbid&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;237525549628829&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;s_obj&amp;quot;:11,&amp;quot;s_edge&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;s_prnt&amp;quot;:11,&amp;quot;ft_story_name&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;StreamStoryCreateGeneric_StatusStreamContent&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;mf_objid&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;237525549628829&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;object_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;237525549628829&amp;quot;}" id="stream_story_4e7b81e7522143685967498" style="opacity: 1;"&gt;&lt;div class="storyContent"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="storyInnerContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_MED_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="mainWrapper"&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;While  Mr. A was working in one of his school books this morning which  required scissors and cutting, Miss Baby came over to see what he was up  to:  &lt;br /&gt;Mr. A:  "Stay back! This is not for babies! Baby Ladies, that is."   :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="pvm uiUnifiedStory uiStreamStory genericStreamStory uiStreamBoulderStyle uiStreamAllowTopBorder uiStreamBoulderHighlight aid_100001141562597 uiStreamFirstStory uiListItem uiListLight uiListVerticalItemBorder" data-ft="{&amp;quot;src&amp;quot;:10,&amp;quot;sty&amp;quot;:46,&amp;quot;actrs&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;100001141562597&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;pub_time&amp;quot;:1316715955,&amp;quot;fbid&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;237518282962889&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;qid&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;5655255320288431543&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;s_obj&amp;quot;:11,&amp;quot;s_edge&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;s_prnt&amp;quot;:11,&amp;quot;ft_prefix&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;feed_story.top_news&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;ft_story_name&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;StreamStoryCreateGeneric_StatusStreamContent&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;mf_story_key&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;237518282962889&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;object_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;237518282962889&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;mf_objid&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;237518282962889&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;viewstate_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;-4046651046999848676&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sub_level&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;mid&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sbj_type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;self&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;is_boulder&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;1&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;is_hl&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;filter&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;h&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;pos&amp;quot;:1}" id="stream_story_4e7b80c09daf16a20773081"&gt;&lt;div class="storyContent"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="storyInnerContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_MED_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="mainWrapper"&gt;&lt;div class="uiSelector inlineBlock mlm audienceSelector uiStreamHide dynamicIconSelector uiSelectorRight uiSelectorNormal uiSelectorDynamicTooltip" id="u673668_27"&gt;&lt;div class="wrap"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="uiTooltip uiSelectorButton uiButton uiButtonSuppressed uiButtonNoText" data-length="30" data-tooltip="Your friends" href="https://www.facebook.com/#" rel="toggle" role="button"&gt;&lt;span class="uiButtonText"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;div class="actorDescription actorName" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:2}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=100001141562597" href="https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001141562597"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Above the din of her siblings playing after lunch, Miss Baby is heard yelling:  Autobots...roll out!!   :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-4482679082519373070?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4482679082519373070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=4482679082519373070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4482679082519373070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4482679082519373070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/09/sayingsfrom-crew.html' title='Sayings...from the crew'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-8004899458606072467</id><published>2011-09-21T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T07:32:11.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick Me Up Bouquet - no flowers required!</title><content type='html'>Y'all have heard of the "pick-me-up bouquets" FTD, and other florists have available, right? Well, tonight, I received a "pick-me-up bouquet" that didn't involve flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;As  I sat down to check schoolwork at the girls' table, I finished up one's  work, then was feeling tired, thinking about how I'd like to go sit on  the couch and rest, then my eyes fell on the table and a drawing...but  the paper sticking out from under the edge was what really caught my  eyes...it was titled "Christmas List for Others" and had a list of names  down the left hand side..... Thank you Lord for that pick me up! I am  so blessed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-8004899458606072467?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8004899458606072467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=8004899458606072467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/8004899458606072467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/8004899458606072467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/09/pick-me-up-bouquet-no-flowers-required.html' title='Pick Me Up Bouquet - no flowers required!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-1162111646466204515</id><published>2011-09-13T09:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T08:19:54.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music to a Teacher-Mom's ears!</title><content type='html'>"Mama, I like doing schoolwork. It's fun!" - sayeth Mr. A - my sweet Kindergarten boy as he stands holding his new math book (Math U See Primer)&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Music to this Mama's ears!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-1162111646466204515?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1162111646466204515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=1162111646466204515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/1162111646466204515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/1162111646466204515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/09/music-to-teacher-moms-ears.html' title='Music to a Teacher-Mom&apos;s ears!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-3202859435416768402</id><published>2011-08-21T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T19:58:47.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Couponing at CVS tonight - found Clearance items!</title><content type='html'>I went to CVS tonight to pick up a 2 pack bundle of the Sunday paper, and decided to look around a bit while I was there. I didn't plan to do any coupon deals while there, but just to see what all might be on sale, etc. before I went home and looked over the ad/paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad to find some things on clearance that we could use though and picked up the following items:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;CVS Super Advanced toothbrush - clearanced for $.69 (reg. price $2.77)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;CVS Children's Decongestant Nose Drops - clearanced for $1.17 (doesn't expire 'til 6/2013!) (reg. price $4.69)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Ghirardelli Chocolate - Intense Dark 60% Cacao 3.5 oz. bars - clearanced for $.92 (reg. price $3.69)&lt;br /&gt;Softlip&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;s 2 pack pearl and cherry - clearanced for $1.12 (reg. price $4.49)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purchased 3 toothbrushes, 2 Decongestants, 2 Chocolate bars, and 5 Softlips (stocking stuffers!!) -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;$11.85 spent (not including tax) - reg. price would've been $47.52 - saved $35.67 (75% savings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-3202859435416768402?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3202859435416768402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=3202859435416768402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/3202859435416768402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/3202859435416768402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/08/couponing-at-cvs-tonight-found.html' title='Couponing at CVS tonight - found Clearance items!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-1783834307037244257</id><published>2011-08-21T15:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T15:48:54.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Couponing</title><content type='html'>I've continued to have the "coupon bug" and decided it was time to get organized if I was going to keep the coupons from the papers and actually use some of them, so I have crossed over into the "coupon craze" realm - at least that's how it was referred to when I called Hobby Lobby to see if they had any baseball card sheet protectors to put in a binder and the lady asked if I was part of the "coupon craze" - LOL. If it's a craze, so be it, much worse crazes to be a part of, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had a 1 in. binder on hand and put in the protectors and started sorting coupons and putting them in. It was a big job b/c I've been saving them from papers for about a month or so and not done any organizing yet. I'm not done yet, but I definitely made a dent in them, especially the "food" coupons. I left the non-food ones in regular envelopes for now, but sorted in categories so I can pull out the envelope and just sort through them - for now. I was tired of sorting and cutting and what not and Miss Baby was up from her nap, which meant chaos when you have little pieces of paper all over the dining room table ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I made my first 2 store trips - armed w/my binder - yes, I took it in w/me - I felt a little self-conscious, but I got over it pretty quickly. Inside in the front pocket I had 2 small envelopes labeled w/the store names (my first two stops were Target and Wal-mart) and a spiral notebook sitting in the front w/my lists for each store. On each list I had the items I needed to get, how many to get, and the coupon value. Then, on a separate little page stapled to the spiral notebook page, I had my other items that were non-coupon items listed out. It went pretty smoothly, although it took me a lot longer to shop for even the few items I was getting b/c I was trying to be very careful to get the right things and make sure I was getting exactly what the coupon said so I wouldn't have any issues at the register.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, moment of truth - the checkout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Target first b/c I only had 1 "cold food" item, bacon. I loaded my items on the belt, maybe 20 things, and waited for the checkout. Then gave her my Target coupons first, some were giving some kind of error on the screen. The checker didn't seem to notice and kept on scanning, although the coupons weren't being taken into the system and deducted. She then noticed and we made sure to get all of them in the system, and then I had manufacturer coupons also - turns out she wasn't even a checker usually, so I had to explain to her that I could use a manuf. and a Target coupon on the same item according to their coupon policy and she then scanned those in. If I did the math correctly when I returned home, I saved about 20% on the items I bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Wal-mart (for future trips, I will bring a cooler w/those ice packs for food from first store) - took my Target bag of bacon w/receipt in and asked greeter if I could take it in w/me - showed her the Target receipt - she seemed a bit wary, but said it was ok, so off I went. Again, took me longer than normal in there, but I got what I needed. Got to checkouts, looked through coupons again to make sure I had the right ones in the envelope and realized I'd only gotten 1 item that I'd had 2 coupons for, but didn't feel like leaving the line to go get another, so just took that coupon out (it wasn't like it was going to be free or anything that fabulous ;) ) - checkout went ok. Later when I got home I found one error - was charged for key limes instead of regular limes to the tune of about $.25 extra, but lesson learned is that I need to watch more closely while things are being scanned in future. Saved around 20% here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the "extreme" couponing you see on the tv show, but 20% aint bad compared to not saving anything and just paying full price for everything, right?&amp;nbsp; I plan to try again on our shopping trip for the next week and see how it goes. I also hope to explore shopping Kroger some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any tips/advice are always appreciated as I am new to using coupons at all - I always thought I should be, but never remembered to bring them w/me, or had them in my purse and forgot to get them out. The binder is a very visible reminder to USE the coupons you have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I was encouraged by the fact that I saw quite a few folks w/coupons in hand or those expandable coupon files and best of all, a man in the checkouts price matching w/his ads all laid out! So, I wasn't the only one out there trying to save a few bucks and I was thrilled to save some $ last night! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-1783834307037244257?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1783834307037244257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=1783834307037244257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/1783834307037244257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/1783834307037244257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/08/more-couponing.html' title='More Couponing'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-5216773104972434559</id><published>2011-08-21T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T15:10:16.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who have you taken time getting to know better lately?</title><content type='html'>Mothers in Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of them and am blessed to see them often. Recently I have been able to spend more time w/one in particular and found we have some common interests/hobbies. She and her husband came to spend a day with me and the children and she spent time teaching the girls to begin crocheting. We had a wonderful visit and it has deepened our bond as family in Christ. It is even sweeter to see her face each Sunday we are blessed to be in services w/her. I am very thankful for her. Today she brought me a bag of sewing goodies from her stash that she was ready to part with - I am already making plans for them! I don't know if she knows how blessed I feel to have her in my life, but I plan to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often it is easier to sit w/the same folks each Sunday at lunch after services and visit - those around our own age perhaps; others with children going through the same "time of life" as we are, but I have often found a great blessing in remembering to also visit with those that are older and have "been there" and those that are younger and spend time getting to know them better as well. It's hard sometimes to step outside our comfort zone, but the rewards are always worthwhile, in my humble experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my church family - they are not all closeby, but close in my heart. We have church family at a number of locations across the country and are thankful for every one of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some random thoughts :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-5216773104972434559?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5216773104972434559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=5216773104972434559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5216773104972434559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5216773104972434559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/08/who-have-you-taken-time-getting-to-know.html' title='Who have you taken time getting to know better lately?'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-2556860029196631063</id><published>2011-08-19T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T21:41:36.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New School Year Approacheth....and fast!</title><content type='html'>Monday we will begin the 2011-2012 school year, Lord willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very excited to get started full swing again. We did school some over the summer, but took the past few weeks off to relax, or so I thought. :) Those year round schoolers may be onto something. Too much free time is not a good thing for anyone! Idle hands????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Everything is either here and ready to go, or on its way. We have a few loose ends from last year's materials to finish up first though, so I'm not stressing about not having all the new stuff just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, in public schools, if they don't finish the textbook for the year, do they ever carry over the next year and finish? I kind of doubt it. Anyway, that's what we'll be doing - finishing, then continuing on! Love our flexibility to do whatever needs to be done to fit our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful to the Lord for all our blessings - our wonderful children - freedom to school our children in our own private school here at home - for so many things. May the Lord richly bless you and yours in this 2011-2012 school year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-2556860029196631063?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2556860029196631063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=2556860029196631063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2556860029196631063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2556860029196631063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-school-year-approachethand-fast.html' title='New School Year Approacheth....and fast!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-1846214185498269510</id><published>2011-07-23T16:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T19:53:35.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coupon Much?</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know, it's been eons since I posted. I got on FB and somehow it was just quicker/easier or so it seems. When I blog, I like to add pictures and it's not as easy to do w/our current pc setup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, here I am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have become re-interested in trying to use coupons to save our family $ on purchases and while I'd like very much to pay $2.00 for a shopping cart full like they do on those extreme coupon shows, I don't think that's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, however, use a few coupons today and it's the small victories, right? It all adds up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target purchase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Market Pantry hot dog buns:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; $.99&lt;br /&gt;Scotch magic tape:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; .60 (on sale!)&lt;br /&gt;Manufac. Coupon:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -1.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total out of pocket for buns and tape:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; $.59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't a big extreme deal, but hey, we use tape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older girls were with me, and both did the same transaction - why sep. transactions? The coupon said 1 per transaction on the Target store coupons we had - there was one for Scotch tape for $.50 we used on the other transactions along w/the manuf. coupons. Even better deal! $1.50 off the $.60 tape (which is why we put the buns w/the tape for the transaction, I only had 2 of the Target store coupons though b/c that's all the coupon site would allow to be printed. I keep thinking how fun it would've been if I'd given the $.50 off coupon to Miss A to use along w/the $1.00 off on her order ($1.00 manuf. and $.50 Target coupon), then her total would've been $.09 - oh well, still received the savings, just on my big checkout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there's my "extreme" couponing for the day, LOL. Don't get too jealous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-1846214185498269510?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1846214185498269510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=1846214185498269510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/1846214185498269510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/1846214185498269510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/07/coupon-much.html' title='Coupon Much?'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-1640869316361175203</id><published>2011-06-17T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T17:50:30.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What are they teaching them?</title><content type='html'>Tonight, as I often do on Friday night, I called to order pizza for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came time for the credit card info. and expiration date, I was amazed YET AGAIN when after telling the guy the expiration date in words, ie, June 2024 (not the real date, but you get the gist) - he then asked - can you tell me that in the numbers on the card?&amp;nbsp; To which, after pausing in disbelief I replied 0624.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is NOT the first time and I fear will not be the last. One time I said October and the guy asked, "Uh...what number is that?" Really? What are these children of today, the working folk of today and the future being taught in school...anything important that will help them in their lives? Yes, I know that this is pretty small potatoes, but it's one of those basic things....and if the basics are missing, what else is missing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-1640869316361175203?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1640869316361175203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=1640869316361175203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/1640869316361175203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/1640869316361175203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-are-they-teaching-them.html' title='What are they teaching them?'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-2491078558761179561</id><published>2011-06-01T14:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T14:30:30.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation!</title><content type='html'>Cub Scout Pack Graduation, that is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. E has completed his first year of Cub Scouts. It's been a lot of fun! Pinewood Derby, Raingutter Regatta, Cake Decorating Contest for the Blue &amp;amp; Gold Banquet, weekly meetings w/outdoor fun afterward each week (his favorite part of things). All of this culminated in the end of year Pack Graduation. Grandma and Grandpa were able to be here for the graduation as well. Our little Tiger....is now a Wolf! Watch out! The next year looks to be a lot of fun too!!! Here are a few pics from graduation night :) Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qn_dfmKnG74/TeaSPKKauRI/AAAAAAAACNQ/LqYyZovG-VM/s1600/packgrad_2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wHZy_9Inp1Q/TeaSPv_mHcI/AAAAAAAACNU/Aqa5zXN2pbQ/s1600/packgrad_2011_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wHZy_9Inp1Q/TeaSPv_mHcI/AAAAAAAACNU/Aqa5zXN2pbQ/s320/packgrad_2011_1.jpg" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last awards as a Tiger!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tzlfX9l8Lu8/TeaSQWf9dmI/AAAAAAAACNY/YrXKBnU9kBs/s1600/packgrad_2011_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tzlfX9l8Lu8/TeaSQWf9dmI/AAAAAAAACNY/YrXKBnU9kBs/s320/packgrad_2011_2.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Out with the old, in with the new - Wolves!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qn_dfmKnG74/TeaSPKKauRI/AAAAAAAACNQ/LqYyZovG-VM/s1600/packgrad_2011.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="116" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qn_dfmKnG74/TeaSPKKauRI/AAAAAAAACNQ/LqYyZovG-VM/s320/packgrad_2011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A good lookin' bunch of Wolves!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TSYxcZxxD8U/TeaSO1m_wvI/AAAAAAAACNM/05ZZokNPjfI/s1600/mr_e_packgrad2011.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TSYxcZxxD8U/TeaSO1m_wvI/AAAAAAAACNM/05ZZokNPjfI/s320/mr_e_packgrad2011.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Wolf!&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-2491078558761179561?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2491078558761179561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=2491078558761179561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2491078558761179561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2491078558761179561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/06/graduation.html' title='Graduation!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wHZy_9Inp1Q/TeaSPv_mHcI/AAAAAAAACNU/Aqa5zXN2pbQ/s72-c/packgrad_2011_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-6954731140441751621</id><published>2011-05-07T21:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T11:55:09.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>My sweet bunch of blessings blessed me once more with an outpouring of their love, tonight, since tomorrow we will be out and about most of the day. They are so sweet and thoughtful and made me beautiful cards. I found out I am the best Mama in the universe, wow. I am humbled they think so, and thankful for their sweet, pure love for and to me. Me! I don't deserve them at all, but thank God He thought I and Chris were the best to raise each one of them and gave them to us. I love them all so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight when I laid Miss Baby into her crib and told her I loved her, she said "I luz zhuuu"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; - I love her so very much, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-6954731140441751621?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6954731140441751621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=6954731140441751621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/6954731140441751621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/6954731140441751621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-5026929388527474337</id><published>2011-05-05T07:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T07:52:48.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry sorting - the boys</title><content type='html'>Overheard in the laundry room just now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. A (age 4.5) to Mr. E (age 7): Those don't go in &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;there&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, they go in &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;colors&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. (said w/much expression in his voice) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(They're bringing down their dirty laundry and sorting it - Mr. A appears to be the expert! :) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-5026929388527474337?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5026929388527474337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=5026929388527474337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5026929388527474337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5026929388527474337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/05/laundry-sorting-boys.html' title='Laundry sorting - the boys'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-4785189058332720111</id><published>2011-04-24T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T18:38:43.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 9th Birthday Miss A!</title><content type='html'>Haven't been doing a lot of blogging of late, because I can't seem to blog w/o adding pictures! And, pictures take more time than I seem to find these days, however, today is a blogworthy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss A turns 9 today! NINE! Where is the time going to? Recently I pulled out clothes from Miss Baby's closet that Miss A and Miss E used to wear - size 3T - how long ago it seems that Miss A was 3, but then it seems like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss A is a wonderful blessing to our family - full of joy, ready with a smile, a tremendous helper to all, loving to her siblings and all she is close to. She is a beautiful girl, inside and out and we love her so very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Miss A!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-4785189058332720111?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4785189058332720111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=4785189058332720111' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4785189058332720111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4785189058332720111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-9th-birthday-miss.html' title='Happy 9th Birthday Miss A!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-4246668101971568951</id><published>2011-03-31T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T14:27:26.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Need I say more? Cub Scouts!</title><content type='html'>Not much I could say here - the expressions on these faces pretty much sum it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YJSkrTPZV28/TZTVj1yBhDI/AAAAAAAACM8/VVyRHL99FxM/s1600/ckb_mre_uniform2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YJSkrTPZV28/TZTVj1yBhDI/AAAAAAAACM8/VVyRHL99FxM/s320/ckb_mre_uniform2.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K4QucZQzhnU/TZTVkRdd3PI/AAAAAAAACNA/znl2_i8zERw/s1600/ckb_uniform1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K4QucZQzhnU/TZTVkRdd3PI/AAAAAAAACNA/znl2_i8zERw/s320/ckb_uniform1.jpg" width="203" /&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/4775986830642858388-4246668101971568951?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4246668101971568951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=4246668101971568951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4246668101971568951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4246668101971568951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/03/need-i-say-more-cub-scouts.html' title='Need I say more? Cub Scouts!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YJSkrTPZV28/TZTVj1yBhDI/AAAAAAAACM8/VVyRHL99FxM/s72-c/ckb_mre_uniform2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-8981141934368200652</id><published>2011-03-29T07:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T07:56:55.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Biotech Company Using Aborted Fetal Cell Lines to Test Food Flavor Enhancers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.earnedmedia.org/cog0329.htm"&gt;Go here to read all about it :(&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.earnedmedia.org/cog0329.htm"&gt;http://www.earnedmedia.org/cog0329.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-8981141934368200652?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8981141934368200652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=8981141934368200652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/8981141934368200652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/8981141934368200652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/03/biotech-company-using-aborted-fetal.html' title='Biotech Company Using Aborted Fetal Cell Lines to Test Food Flavor Enhancers'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-8418519778427728520</id><published>2011-03-28T16:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T07:57:42.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Baby Likes to Sing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Miss Baby is quite the singer these days - when I sing to her at bedtime some favorites such as "What Wondrous Love is This" she sings along "Oh my soul, Oh my soul, Oh my soul" throughout the song. "Twilight is Stealing over the Sea" - she sings along pretty well at naptime on this one as&amp;nbsp; well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Also, some oldies but goodies like:  The Itsy Itsy  Fider, Rock the Baby and Variations such as "Rock the Baby on the Hippo"  (or whatever other animal we read about in "Wild Animal Babies",  Ween-tle Ween-tle Little Star, and more!&amp;nbsp; We love Miss Baby so much!!! She is precious :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-8418519778427728520?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8418519778427728520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=8418519778427728520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/8418519778427728520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/8418519778427728520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/03/miss-baby-likes-to-sing.html' title='Miss Baby Likes to Sing!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-4306826830613594760</id><published>2011-03-21T14:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T14:03:35.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled, by Miss E</title><content type='html'>Untitled, by Miss E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why dost some birds not fly?&lt;br /&gt;They were created by God,&lt;br /&gt;To stay down, not in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;For such things were they shod.&lt;br /&gt;Why dost some birds not land,&lt;br /&gt;'cept in the chimneytops?&lt;br /&gt;They were not at all created&lt;br /&gt;Like the little bird that hops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2011, Miss E, age 10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-4306826830613594760?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4306826830613594760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=4306826830613594760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4306826830613594760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4306826830613594760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/03/untitled-by-miss-e.html' title='Untitled, by Miss E'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-4239281009594325687</id><published>2011-03-14T08:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T15:57:42.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw them!</title><content type='html'>Just barely, but I saw them! What, you ask? Not leprechauns, silly, BLUEBONNETS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.statesymbolsusa.org/IMAGES/Texas/Texas-bluebonnets-field.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.statesymbolsusa.org/IMAGES/Texas/Texas-bluebonnets-field.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely showing their beauty above the grass, today I spotted some along the highway - joy of spring! I look forward to the wildflowers each year - their beauty covers the countryside and I am filled w/joy at the beauty of God's hand - not Mother Nature as so many continue to uphold this fable, but of GOD'S mighty hand. That He would allow us their beauty! - what will Heaven be like? Untold beauty for us to behold as we praise His Holy name every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bloom for such a short time, but I'll endeavor to enjoy them every moment and not take them for granted as I drive about the countryside or better yet, walk, stroll, meander, drinking in their beautiful perfume - oh yes, they do have a lovely perfume - find a field of bluebonnets and wander out into it if you doubt me. Lovely lovely lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw them, today! They're coming in their full beauty very soon and I can't wait to see them standing tall along the highways!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-4239281009594325687?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4239281009594325687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=4239281009594325687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4239281009594325687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4239281009594325687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-saw-them.html' title='I saw them!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-7698196940825624555</id><published>2011-03-10T17:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:26:36.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Baby needs an "O" - do you?</title><content type='html'>A little bit ago Miss Baby handed me her sippy cup and said "I need an O"&amp;nbsp; - I asked her what she needed...she answered again, "I need an O, Mama, I need an O" - it was then that I realized she was pointing to the package of reinforcement labels I was about to put away. You know those things, right, the little "O" shaped stickers you put on pages that you've hole punched that have become torn at the holes and need reinforcing w/the little stickers?&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; I had given her one earlier, and apparently she'd misplaced it. Upon seeing the package, she made sure I knew she needed another "O"&amp;nbsp; - I laughed and gave her one...then another....she is now decorating the front of the oven...hmm.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; She's so much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-7698196940825624555?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7698196940825624555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=7698196940825624555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7698196940825624555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7698196940825624555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/03/miss-baby-needs-o-do-you.html' title='Miss Baby needs an &quot;O&quot; - do you?'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-7783621493375936023</id><published>2011-03-09T17:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T17:38:31.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on brother-in-law</title><content type='html'>I am happy to report that my brother-in-law is doing much better! He isn't out of the woods yet, as they say, but at approximately a month post-surgery, he started back to work 1/2 days this past Monday. He still has lots of doctor visits to keep an eye on him and his progress, and the hope of a successful 2nd surgery in approximately 16 weeks. Please continue in prayer for him during this time of recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks have been hard on the whole family, as you may well imagine. Our parents have been able to be there to help my sister w/the children and duties around the house (for those who don't know, my sister and her family live on approx. 3 acres and have goats, chickens, dog, cat, etc. to care for). They also homeschool their 3 children, in addition to various extra activities. My sister is tired and worn out - she needs our prayers now more than ever - Dad is heading home tomorrow. Mom is staying on for a little while longer and I'm so thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to pray for the family - the children are all sick again (2nd time recently, that I'm aware of) and there's always so much to do, as they try to find their new "norm" in the days and weeks to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!!&amp;nbsp; Anyone that wishes to send a card or email w/encouraging words, holler in the comments and I'll get the info. to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-7783621493375936023?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7783621493375936023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=7783621493375936023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7783621493375936023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7783621493375936023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/03/update-on-brother-in-law.html' title='Update on brother-in-law'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-181958207122478135</id><published>2011-02-24T18:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T18:38:54.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A song by Miss E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spring is Here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flowers blooming, grass growing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spring is here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We celebrate, we decorate,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This time of year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flowers blooming, grass growing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spring is here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rain is falling from the sky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birds' migrations passing by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flowers blooming, grass growing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spring is here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We celebrate, we decorate,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This time of year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flowers blooming, grass growing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spring is here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birds' eggs hatching,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roofs need thatching,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spring is here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flowers blooming, grass growing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spring is here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We celebrate, we decorate,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This time of year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flowers blooming, grass growing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spring is here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Children playing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone saying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spring is here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;copyright, Miss E 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/4775986830642858388-181958207122478135?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/181958207122478135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=181958207122478135' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/181958207122478135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/181958207122478135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/02/song-by-miss-e.html' title='A song by Miss E'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-3259745726114928357</id><published>2011-02-12T10:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T10:44:17.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pray for my brother-in-law</title><content type='html'>Two days ago my brother-in-law went to the hospital w/extreme pain and ended up having emergency surgery that evening. His situation was extremely grave. I am thankful to report that he is doing well now. He will be in the hospital 5-7 days, then home to rest and recover. After a period of approximately 20 weeks, he will have another surgery. Please pray for him, for my sister, for my nieces and nephew, and for my parents that have driven up to be with them and help out in whatever way they can. What a blessing that they are able to do this! Praise God for getting my brother-in-law to the hospital in time for treatment!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to pray - he has a long road ahead of him yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-3259745726114928357?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3259745726114928357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=3259745726114928357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/3259745726114928357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/3259745726114928357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/02/please-pray-for-my-brother-in-law.html' title='Please pray for my brother-in-law'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-4993704070513220101</id><published>2011-02-06T20:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T20:59:45.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss E is 10!</title><content type='html'>Where has the time gone??? Seems like yesterday that we were bringing Miss E home from the hospital and now she is 10 years old. She was such a good baby, and is becoming a lovely, young lady. She plays the piano beautifully, reads up a storm, is caring and loving to her siblings and friends. We are so blessed with Miss E in our lives! Here are a few pics from her actual birth day - she's having a few friends over soon (delayed due to weather this year!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Miss E!&lt;br /&gt;Presents!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TU9fXkggqtI/AAAAAAAACMs/qdr2N_IQbec/s1600/misse_bday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TU9fXkggqtI/AAAAAAAACMs/qdr2N_IQbec/s320/misse_bday.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;New duds for her 18" doll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TU9fY8cKcdI/AAAAAAAACM0/y-kwZp0XF50/s1600/misse_bday3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TU9fY8cKcdI/AAAAAAAACM0/y-kwZp0XF50/s320/misse_bday3.jpg" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one's for the Grandma and Grandpa - don't you LIKE the reaction here? Hers, "Wow!!!!!! Cool!!!!"&amp;nbsp; - Mr. E - "uh.....what in the world???? Oh no, GIRLY stuff, sigh" &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TU9fZIfTsZI/AAAAAAAACM4/4g83FSCtS9c/s1600/misse_bday4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TU9fZIfTsZI/AAAAAAAACM4/4g83FSCtS9c/s320/misse_bday4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She likes it a lot Grandma and Grandpa - good choice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TU9fYPBAnBI/AAAAAAAACMw/X9ftOna5wc8/s1600/misse_bday2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TU9fYPBAnBI/AAAAAAAACMw/X9ftOna5wc8/s320/misse_bday2.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Sweet Miss E! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-4993704070513220101?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4993704070513220101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=4993704070513220101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4993704070513220101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4993704070513220101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/02/miss-e-is-10.html' title='Miss E is 10!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TU9fXkggqtI/AAAAAAAACMs/qdr2N_IQbec/s72-c/misse_bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-4533825767811112840</id><published>2011-01-27T21:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T21:52:34.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Baby is 2!!!</title><content type='html'>2 years ago we welcomed into the world our sweet Miss Baby. We drove to the hospital the night prior - it was COLD, there was the possibility of ice on the roads, we were excited and ready to meet our baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 day old - pretty girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ9wtdx4I/AAAAAAAACMQ/x2tpU8z9kFM/s1600/baby_1day.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ9wtdx4I/AAAAAAAACMQ/x2tpU8z9kFM/s320/baby_1day.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Howdy folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ8M5TZtI/AAAAAAAACMA/gRWCdOh2M5Q/s1600/021609.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ8M5TZtI/AAAAAAAACMA/gRWCdOh2M5Q/s320/021609.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look Ma! A tooth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ8Xq7DyI/AAAAAAAACME/3Dw_G4GAsBY/s1600/afterw_daddy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ8Xq7DyI/AAAAAAAACME/3Dw_G4GAsBY/s320/afterw_daddy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playtime with Daddy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ-5KlGtI/AAAAAAAACMY/aOvGdXSoMk8/s1600/w_daddy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="189" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ-5KlGtI/AAAAAAAACMY/aOvGdXSoMk8/s320/w_daddy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big blue eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ7vPSW0I/AAAAAAAACL8/He6GhvdcYcY/s1600/1009.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ7vPSW0I/AAAAAAAACL8/He6GhvdcYcY/s320/1009.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year old - quite serious :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ5VfLJZI/AAAAAAAACLo/zIu8rtzW6pE/s1600/1year.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ5VfLJZI/AAAAAAAACLo/zIu8rtzW6pE/s320/1year.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing and having lots of fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ6Ky3D9I/AAAAAAAACLs/OQU-qXJEKmA/s1600/1yearstanding.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ6Ky3D9I/AAAAAAAACLs/OQU-qXJEKmA/s320/1yearstanding.jpg" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ6Ky3D9I/AAAAAAAACLs/OQU-qXJEKmA/s1600/1yearstanding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Got teeth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ6d6zOGI/AAAAAAAACLw/pgOaTEg6fp8/s1600/18mos.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ6d6zOGI/AAAAAAAACLw/pgOaTEg6fp8/s320/18mos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Her favorite smile when the camera appears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ604mbmI/AAAAAAAACL0/y-baOnEnmVg/s1600/21mos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ604mbmI/AAAAAAAACL0/y-baOnEnmVg/s320/21mos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUI73TXXMnI/AAAAAAAACMk/h23SDcptWIk/s1600/beauties.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving 2010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ7HvEFLI/AAAAAAAACL4/3oftDAY4qb4/s1600/22mos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ7HvEFLI/AAAAAAAACL4/3oftDAY4qb4/s320/22mos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole bunch...she is surrounded by LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ8x7_jSI/AAAAAAAACMI/HydrRJ3tugA/s1600/all_backyard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ8x7_jSI/AAAAAAAACMI/HydrRJ3tugA/s320/all_backyard.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink is her favorite color :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ9cDyFuI/AAAAAAAACMM/rCc4zfsHZFg/s1600/almost2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ9cDyFuI/AAAAAAAACMM/rCc4zfsHZFg/s320/almost2.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie time! Oldest and youngest.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUI73TXXMnI/AAAAAAAACMk/h23SDcptWIk/s1600/beauties.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUI73TXXMnI/AAAAAAAACMk/h23SDcptWIk/s320/beauties.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday dinner - she likes chocolate A LOT and pancakes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUI718seEeI/AAAAAAAACMc/LX4TQKIsAGs/s1600/bday_evening.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUI722Iu8QI/AAAAAAAACMg/t_LGXC_k53k/s1600/bdaydinner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUI722Iu8QI/AAAAAAAACMg/t_LGXC_k53k/s320/bdaydinner.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday, after dinner :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUI718seEeI/AAAAAAAACMc/LX4TQKIsAGs/s1600/bday_evening.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUI718seEeI/AAAAAAAACMc/LX4TQKIsAGs/s320/bday_evening.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ-5KlGtI/AAAAAAAACMY/aOvGdXSoMk8/s1600/w_daddy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a tiny thing and absolutely beautiful! She has been a constant joy in our lives. Today, she is all of 2, full of life, laughter, and mischief at every turn! She has begun singing songs of late and will sing "Ring Around the Rosies" over and over again to the delight of us all. She also likes to hold hands and act it out, always ending as they fall down with a loud "Ow" and a giggle and big smile.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She tries her best to sing along with me at bedtime as I sing "Praise God from Whom All Blessings Flow" to her right before she gets in her crib. Her bangs are long enough now that we have to put a barrette in to keep them out of her big blue eyes! She has pretty much all her teeth in now and has the sweetest little grin :) If the camera comes out, she gives you a big grin complete with her eyes squeezed shut tight! She enjoys watching Wall-E, Bolt, Pooh, and anything else her big brothers and sisters want to see, even "Opmus Pwime" cartoons w/the boys :) But, her FAVORITE movie at present is "Frosty the Snowman" for sure! She likes horses a lot, like her big sisters. Every night lately she wants to hear "A Crack in the Track" or "Chugga Chugga Choo Choo" read over and over at bedtime. She dances to music with the big girls and dances to cartoon theme songs as well. She is absolutely precious. She gets on the scale and proudly proclaims that she weighs "99 cents" to one and all. She tattles on her brothers when they run at the church house to everyone who will listen. She is our sweet Miss Baby and she always will be. I don't know when, if ever, I'll start calling her Little Miss or Little Miss E, but we'll see. She has been running up to me the past few days holding up her hands to be picked up and telling me "I'm your baby!" and she is...and I love her so much. Happy Birthday Little Miss Baby E!&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ-T5LXQI/AAAAAAAACMU/EPjkD5UycYE/s1600/bkfence.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ-T5LXQI/AAAAAAAACMU/EPjkD5UycYE/s320/bkfence.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't grow up too fast, too soon.....Little Miss Baby :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-4533825767811112840?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4533825767811112840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=4533825767811112840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4533825767811112840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4533825767811112840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/miss-baby-is-2.html' title='Miss Baby is 2!!!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TUHQ9wtdx4I/AAAAAAAACMQ/x2tpU8z9kFM/s72-c/baby_1day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-2457507547386044275</id><published>2011-01-21T09:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T09:13:05.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Win a copy of Large Family Logistics from @raisingolives , enter here http://raisingolives.com/?p=9525</title><content type='html'>Win a copy of Large Family Logistics from @raisingolives , enter here http://raisingolives.com/?p=9525&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-2457507547386044275?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2457507547386044275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=2457507547386044275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2457507547386044275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2457507547386044275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/win-copy-of-large-family-logistics-from.html' title='Win a copy of Large Family Logistics from @raisingolives , enter here http://raisingolives.com/?p=9525'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-4163199394183225713</id><published>2011-01-18T11:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T11:39:44.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Funny, by Miss E</title><content type='html'>A book never written:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Life, by Living S. Pirit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-4163199394183225713?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4163199394183225713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=4163199394183225713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4163199394183225713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4163199394183225713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-funny-by-miss-e.html' title='Another Funny, by Miss E'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-3868851132655656208</id><published>2011-01-18T08:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T13:03:47.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is my Big Sister's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Wishes to my big sis - wish I was closer and we could go out for lunch and dessert! I am very thankful that I have you in my life. I look forward to talking to you every day and hope that never changes as we grow older and grayer ;) I am praying for you always and hope today is a wonderful day filled with love and laughter as you are surrounded by your precious little ones and loving husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Sis!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-3868851132655656208?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3868851132655656208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=3868851132655656208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/3868851132655656208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/3868851132655656208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/today-is-my-big-sisters-birthday.html' title='Today is my Big Sister&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-4282125914622452015</id><published>2011-01-11T11:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T11:03:37.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Couple of Funnies, by Miss E</title><content type='html'>A book never written: The Ultimate Encyclopedia, by F. Acts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A book never penned:&amp;nbsp; Life, by Living S. Oul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-4282125914622452015?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4282125914622452015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=4282125914622452015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4282125914622452015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4282125914622452015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-couple-of-funnies-by-miss-e.html' title='Another Couple of Funnies, by Miss E'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-5084540835799722042</id><published>2011-01-05T11:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T11:51:07.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny, by Miss E</title><content type='html'>Miss E:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A book never penned: Fractions, by M. Ath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-5084540835799722042?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5084540835799722042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=5084540835799722042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5084540835799722042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5084540835799722042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/funny-by-miss-e.html' title='Funny, by Miss E'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-576741945359406218</id><published>2011-01-05T11:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T11:17:12.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The preschool bus....</title><content type='html'>I must confess, it makes me sad to see children go off to school, period, but the preschool (3's and 4's) bus that just passed by my window makes me sadder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful to be able to stay home w/the children and teach them as they grow. I am blessed abundantly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-576741945359406218?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/576741945359406218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=576741945359406218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/576741945359406218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/576741945359406218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2011/01/preschool-bus.html' title='The preschool bus....'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-7731378594908481753</id><published>2010-12-28T12:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T12:03:55.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>As the year ends...</title><content type='html'>We had a wonderful quiet Christmas - just the 7 of us. My parents visited my sister up in the cold North, and we stayed home and relaxed as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children enjoyed Christmas Day and are now enjoying their fun new toys and games. We are indeed most blessed with thoughtful children and thankful children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the year now approaches and with it one tends to reflect on the year prior. I know, for me, it has gone by way too fast. It has been full, that much is certain. We have much to be thankful for and couldn't possibly list everything, but I will list a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Our new home&lt;br /&gt;2. New friends&lt;br /&gt;3. New church home&lt;br /&gt;4. Family and friends&lt;br /&gt;5. Growing, healthy children (losing teeth like crazy around here!)&lt;br /&gt;So many more things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been in our new home since May and while we may not be unpacked completely (and may never be, let's just be honest here), we are enjoying the new space. This coming year we hope to fill in some gaps furnishing-wise and be able to enjoy the extra space even more. I also hope for some organization that isn't present right now that will aid in our days flowing more smoothly. More discipline all around will be something we continue to work on as well. A more structured approach to our days, not w/a set schedule of things locked into time frames during the days, but more of a checklist approach. We'll see how we do with that - it's been on my mind for some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not one to make "resolutions" - and am not starting now. Those who want to do so, that's your business :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to 2011 and all that it may bring. I look forward to continuing to develop new friendships and spending more time w/family and friends. Spending less time worrying. Working on the house and making it even more enjoyable a home for our family. Enjoying the gifts God has placed in my life and living each day to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you and yours in the coming days to look to the Lord each moment of each day. To remember Him always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace and peace,&lt;br /&gt;CAB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-7731378594908481753?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7731378594908481753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=7731378594908481753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7731378594908481753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7731378594908481753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/12/as-year-ends.html' title='As the year ends...'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-2427421756982658533</id><published>2010-12-25T08:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T08:56:43.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!&amp;nbsp; I pray you have a blessed day with family and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-CAB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-2427421756982658533?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2427421756982658533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=2427421756982658533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2427421756982658533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2427421756982658533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-5904177124895563544</id><published>2010-12-08T18:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T18:33:37.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1st "modern day" Homeschooler in Congress!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/2637092/posts"&gt;http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/2637092/posts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-5904177124895563544?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5904177124895563544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=5904177124895563544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5904177124895563544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5904177124895563544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/12/1st-modern-day-homeschooler-in-congress.html' title='1st &quot;modern day&quot; Homeschooler in Congress!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-4506048826152914976</id><published>2010-12-06T21:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T21:20:09.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Buffalo Meetings are like Boy Scouts for Grown-Ups per Mr. E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sharetv.org/images/guide/201847.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sharetv.org/images/guide/201847.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long ago, the children discovered the classic cartoon, The Flintstones. We have DVR'd plenty of them and they've enjoyed watching them. They've learned that Fred has a short fuse and doesn't always speak nicely, and many other lessons along the way as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, after returning from Scouts, Mr. E was talking about The Flintstones and said that he thought the Water Buffalo Meetings that Fred and Barney go to are like Boy Scouts for grown-ups.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I listened as he told CKB all about the episode where Wilma and Betty dress up like men to go and see what the meetings are all about and how they put on these huge mustaches and when they got in trouble, they got spankings at the meeting and didn't want to ever go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit to chuckling softly to myself while this conversation went on - it was so cute to listen to Mr. E describe it all and he was grinning and laughing through the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The episode he described is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="wikitable" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="vevent" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(242, 242, 242); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;td class="summary" style="text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Ladies Night At The Lodge&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;February 13, 1964&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(&lt;span class="bday dtstart published updated"&gt;1964-02-13&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="description" colspan="4" style="border-bottom: 3px solid rgb(255, 255, 191);"&gt;Wilma and Betty are curious about what goes on at Fred and Barney's  Water Buffalo Lodge meetings so they sneak in wearing disguises as men.  They endure a painful initiation where they run out of the lodge and get  home before Fred and Barney do, vowing to never ask to attend lodge  meetings again. Slightly based on the second episode shown, Hot Lips  Hannigan.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-4506048826152914976?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4506048826152914976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=4506048826152914976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4506048826152914976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4506048826152914976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/12/water-buffalo-meetings-are-like-boy.html' title='Water Buffalo Meetings are like Boy Scouts for Grown-Ups per Mr. E'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-8344226802113374722</id><published>2010-12-01T14:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T14:28:08.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. E lost his first tooth!</title><content type='html'>Someone forgot to tell Mr. E that he wasn't allowed to grow up just yet.....he lost his first tooth just before Thanksgiving. He ran downstairs to tell us he thought he had a loose tooth - I checked to see and it was REALLY loose, so I sent him over to CKB to check it out. Moments later, Mr. E's tooth was out of there! Nary a whimper during the extraction - what a tough guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is, looking so big....sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TPavyzWKGPI/AAAAAAAACK4/80TBpFq-J_E/s1600/1STTOOTH_MRE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TPavyzWKGPI/AAAAAAAACK4/80TBpFq-J_E/s320/1STTOOTH_MRE.jpg" width="259" /&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/4775986830642858388-8344226802113374722?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8344226802113374722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=8344226802113374722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/8344226802113374722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/8344226802113374722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/12/mr-e-lost-his-first-tooth.html' title='Mr. E lost his first tooth!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TPavyzWKGPI/AAAAAAAACK4/80TBpFq-J_E/s72-c/1STTOOTH_MRE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-2795005105256574940</id><published>2010-11-11T23:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T23:33:41.271-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clutter....</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;‎"Clutter  is the poetry of our homes. It is an intimate view that is not always  perfect - a few dishes in the sink, books piled next to the bed.  Everything in its place may give a certain satisfaction, but a lived-in  room exudes comfort and warmth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt; - Mary Randolph Carter, author of "A  Perfectly Kept House Is the Sign of a Misspent Life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-2795005105256574940?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2795005105256574940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=2795005105256574940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2795005105256574940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2795005105256574940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/11/clutter.html' title='Clutter....'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-2624099250782840467</id><published>2010-11-10T08:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T08:23:22.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How to get past Step 1 - Organizing your recipes</title><content type='html'>It's been on my mind for quite some time to get my recipes organized. I say "my" very loosely, mind you, as none of them are originals to me, but they're mine when I make them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....I thought putting together a binder of recipes complete w/tabs to separate different categories of food, everything alphabetized, would be just dandy....but didn't act on it....and didn't act on it....and didn't act on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, in the school room I finally did - I grabbed a handful of page protectors, brought them downstairs to the kitchen and inserted them into a binder I started using a year or two ago - at present it has printed calendars in it, I *thought* it would become my "Super Mom Organizer Binder" - but it hasn't....yet....so for now, I put the page protectors in the back and am at the end of step 1 - procure binder, insert page protectors for recipes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, that's 2 things - maybe I'm at step 2. So, to get past Step 1, you need to do Step 2 w/o realizing you're doing it and move on to the next thing. Now, Step 3 - round up all the recipes sweet friends have shared through the years...this might be tough....and put them into the page protectors. I'll let you know when I get this accomplished. The key here seems to be finally getting motivated because Aunt Lou is tired of you calling for the same recipe every few months since you can't keep up w/the scrap of paper you wrote it down on or you are just fed up w/never being able to find the recipes you've tried and really liked. I think I met both of those criteria and here I am - finally - now, to get busy on the round-up... See you...after a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-2624099250782840467?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2624099250782840467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=2624099250782840467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2624099250782840467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2624099250782840467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-to-get-past-step-1-organizing-your.html' title='How to get past Step 1 - Organizing your recipes'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-8228700748342172042</id><published>2010-11-09T18:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T18:05:04.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It only took 10 years to break the pickle jar</title><content type='html'>Well, almost 10 years ago we were blessed with our first child and shortly thereafter she accompanied me on MANY grocery trips. The first ever, just the two of us, I worried about making it through the store w/o a baby meltdown - she was probably about 6 mos. old at the time. She did great, I learned to relax a little bit and Baby Pooh entered our home - a small stuffed Winnie the Pooh that has been around ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward about 10 years and I'm at the grocery store with our 3rd child (3rd of 5, for those not keeping up) and as we cruise the aisles I hear myself occasionally reminding him "Don't touch things" and "Don't pick anything up please" and so forth and so on. Then, as I perused the Nutella jar selection, I heard it....and felt it.....a glass pickle jar hit the floor and splashed the side of my boot. I turned and yes, my son, bless his heart, had knocked off a pickle jar much to his embarrassment...and mine. A store employee happened to be right ahead of us and he immediately came to our rescue, calling for aid to clean up the "spill" on aisle whatever it was.&amp;nbsp; I asked if we needed to pay for the jar of pickles, he replied, no, we'll take care of it, and after my sweet boy apologized to the young man for breaking the jar, we continued on, a cloud of pickle odor following us no doubt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how it took 10 years to break the pickle jar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-8228700748342172042?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8228700748342172042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=8228700748342172042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/8228700748342172042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/8228700748342172042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-only-took-10-years-to-break-pickle.html' title='It only took 10 years to break the pickle jar'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-7938785545196751492</id><published>2010-09-29T09:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T09:47:47.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem by Miss E, age 9 - Must Read!</title><content type='html'>A few days ago Miss E mentioned something about&amp;nbsp; a poem she'd written in the back of her Reading Workbook. I don't know why, but I thought she'd just copied a poem from her reader or somewhere else into the back cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I remembered and flipped to the back to read it after checking her schoolwork and found the poem copied below - after talking w/Miss E I found out it was her own work - I am thankful for the gifts God has bestowed upon our children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untitled&lt;br /&gt;by Miss E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus came into this world;&lt;br /&gt;And hungered, Satan said,&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you not use your power;&lt;br /&gt;To turn all these stones into bread?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jesus came into this world&lt;br /&gt;To save us from our sin,&lt;br /&gt;He showed us many miracles;&lt;br /&gt;That hope should not grow thin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright 2010, Miss E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a blessing Miss E is to our family!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-7938785545196751492?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7938785545196751492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=7938785545196751492' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7938785545196751492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7938785545196751492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/09/poem-by-miss-e-age-9-must-read.html' title='A poem by Miss E, age 9 - Must Read!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-6858568735658835693</id><published>2010-09-28T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T20:26:00.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a Pie Already, Mama!</title><content type='html'>Well, I intended to make an apple pie for the first day of Fall, but didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, however, I found myself wanting to make that apple pie, so I did. I whipped it up complete w/homemade crust (and store bought innards - hey, I'm a busy lady!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img4.cookinglight.com/i/2005/05/0505p175a-apple-pie-l.jpg?400:400" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://img4.cookinglight.com/i/2005/05/0505p175a-apple-pie-l.jpg?400:400" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(disclaimer - that is NOT the pie *I* made - I was too lazy to take a pic of my pie and this one looks better anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled it out of the oven, put it on the cooling rack and went about getting dinner into the oven. Along about this time, I hear the stampede of little feet coming down the stairs and Mr. E appears in the kitchen exclaiming:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is THAT?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I calmly reply...or begin to when he exclaims... " A pie! Where'd that come from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, calm as a cucumber, I tell him that I made the pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. E looks at me with disbelief and utters one...little....word:&amp;nbsp; "You?"&amp;nbsp; then charges out of the kitchen to see what is going on with his sister in the den where she is plugged into the Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there for a few moments and thought to myself.....I need to make more pies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&amp;nbsp; What has your child been astounded that you've done lately? What kind of pies are you in the mood to make now that it's starting to really feel like Fall?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-6858568735658835693?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6858568735658835693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=6858568735658835693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/6858568735658835693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/6858568735658835693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/09/make-pie-already-mama.html' title='Make a Pie Already, Mama!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-5787130901586055766</id><published>2010-09-18T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T22:29:05.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2010-2011 School Year, Week 2 - COMPLETE! and TOG Year 3, Week 2 Napoleonic era tea party and foot soldier hike</title><content type='html'>Whew! This was a busy week, but then, aren't they all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now up to speed with all children and all subjects - and we're staying afloat - yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Baby and Mr. A play while I work with Mr. E, Miss E and Miss A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mr. E's work is done, I work with Mr. A a bit and Mr. E plays with Miss Baby. A wonderful system that is helping so much in getting everything done in the mornings except History and Science which are done after lunch. Yay for a system that is working great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today being Friday - we had a SUPER DUPER busy day. Each week in our History program, there are arts and activities projects that can be done to help the children remember what we've discussed that week and to really reinforce all that they've been learning in a fun and creative way. This week, I decided to let each of the older 3 choose their projects and if they were all different, so be it, if they were all the same, that was fine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They each decided on a different project. Whew! Today was B-U-S-Y!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are studying the 19th century this year and have been discussing Napoleon some more this week. For Mr. E's activity, he elected to take a hike dressed like a Napoleonic foot soldier. The notes suggested he bring some extra clothes since he'd be gone for a few months.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he did just that - here he is, about to head out....I fully realize he looks more like he's about to go camping, but we did the best w/what we had on hand....he's armed and dangerous, isn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-K-7myJI/AAAAAAAACJg/gWkFsoU8SVQ/s1600/wk2TOG_hike_Napoleon_mre2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-K-7myJI/AAAAAAAACJg/gWkFsoU8SVQ/s320/wk2TOG_hike_Napoleon_mre2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older girls decided to join in on the fun of dressing up. I did not require them to since they were each going to be doing their own activities, but was glad to see their zeal for fun in learning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-N5-244I/AAAAAAAACJo/PAFjsL7LFLk/s1600/wk2TOG_hike_Napoleon_mre_mi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-N5-244I/AAAAAAAACJo/PAFjsL7LFLk/s320/wk2TOG_hike_Napoleon_mre_mi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We "hiked" around our neighborhood one full circle. The whole time I acted as their commanding officer urging them to keep up their light step and move quickly and quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-Cy2S-DI/AAAAAAAACJA/myDGEfDCW8I/s1600/wk2TOG_hike_Napoleon_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napoleon spent a lot of time analyzing the way wars had been fought for years and made some changes for his armies. He put some officers up front so they could see what was going on and make changes and decisions swiftly as needed instead of having long delays waiting for scouts to convey messages to the back of the forces from the very front. Napoleon also offered a prize to the one who could find a better way to preserve food - hence the invention of canned food (Miss A added 3 cans of food to her pack). Napoleon did away with supply wagons because they were so cumbersome and slowed down the pace so much - creating the light foot solder - able to march longer distances and also required to do so at a faster pace so they could cover more ground per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-Cy2S-DI/AAAAAAAACJA/myDGEfDCW8I/s1600/wk2TOG_hike_Napoleon_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-Cy2S-DI/AAAAAAAACJA/myDGEfDCW8I/s320/wk2TOG_hike_Napoleon_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopping to camp for the night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-Ev6UA2I/AAAAAAAACJI/_OlP9vtCfnY/s1600/wk2TOG_hike_Napoleon_footso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-Ev6UA2I/AAAAAAAACJI/_OlP9vtCfnY/s320/wk2TOG_hike_Napoleon_footso.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of the exercise was to get a tiny taste of what it was like to carry all your necessities on your back as you traveled along in Napoleon's army. The conclusion - it was hard!&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, they all would've been shot - Mr. A was out ahead and being so loud that he would've been picked off first and then the rest of us would've been ambushed. Ah well, it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd project of the day - Miss E chose to do a collage of the flora and fauna of France. She did :) It turned out well and is now in her notebook. (no pics on this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd project of the day - Miss A chose to have a Napoleonic era tea party. So...we did a little research on tea parties of the time and found some interesting information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table is set:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-f6rBHRI/AAAAAAAACKo/t4wilErcKs8/s1600/wk2TOG_tea_table.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-f6rBHRI/AAAAAAAACKo/t4wilErcKs8/s320/wk2TOG_tea_table.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to legend, one of Queen Victoria's (1819-1901) ladies-in-waiting, Anna Maria Stanhope (1783-1857), known as the Duchess of Bedford, is credited as the creator of afternoon teatime. Because the noon meal had become skimpier, the Duchess suffered from "a sinking feeling" at about four o'clock in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first the Duchess had servants sneak her a pot of tea and a few bread items. Adopting the European tea service format, she invited friends to join her for an additional afternoon meal at five o'clock in her rooms. The menu centered around small cakes, bread and butter sandwiches, assorted sweets, and, of course, tea. So, after lunch and Miss Baby's nap, we headed to the store to pick up the essentials because, well, the castle maid was too busy to go herself before now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-hvNmQMI/AAAAAAAACKw/OeSpNmoCEag/s1600/wk2TOG_tea_table_children.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-hvNmQMI/AAAAAAAACKw/OeSpNmoCEag/s320/wk2TOG_tea_table_children.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We adapted British accents, well, one of us did, ahem, and commenced our tea. Five guests came to tea and I was suspicious from the start of their lack of British accents, but we carried on in high fashion anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-Zyw35BI/AAAAAAAACKQ/pN9JipwFLlc/s1600/wk2TOG_tea_misse_mre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-Zyw35BI/AAAAAAAACKQ/pN9JipwFLlc/s320/wk2TOG_tea_misse_mre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note Miss E's raised pinky - this was done to help balance the cup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ladies discussed Napoleon's war efforts as the young men talked of sailing from America. My suspicions were raised again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-WdQd8gI/AAAAAAAACKA/tyToznYxhFI/s1600/wk2TOG_tea_missa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-WdQd8gI/AAAAAAAACKA/tyToznYxhFI/s320/wk2TOG_tea_missa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone smuggled in some fancy fruit flavored teas....I suspect this young gentlemen....his accomplice in the background pretended to be a lady-in-waiting, but I have my doubts...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (If you'll kindly take a moment to come back to present times - note the stickers on the front of Mr. A's shirt - he proudly wears them after reading 3 books to me earlier in the day - he is coming right along w/his reading - such a smart boy - he anxiously awaits his turn to do some sort of schoolwork with me every day and I am so pleased with his eagerness to learn and blessed we have that time together)&amp;nbsp; (In the background, Miss Baby really enjoyed this special treat - she has been having a great time working on puzzles and learning her letters/numbers and SOOO much more during our days together!) Ok, back to 19th century England...ahem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-bmOG0nI/AAAAAAAACKY/17g5Ev_mnpM/s1600/wk2TOG_tea_mra_missbaby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-bmOG0nI/AAAAAAAACKY/17g5Ev_mnpM/s320/wk2TOG_tea_mra_missbaby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tea, Lady E and Lady A took a few "tea dainties" to our dear friend, Lady ADG who was unable to join us for tea due to illness in her family. The young ladies returned just in time to escape a downpour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-hvNmQMI/AAAAAAAACKw/OeSpNmoCEag/s1600/wk2TOG_tea_table_children.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-K-7myJI/AAAAAAAACJg/gWkFsoU8SVQ/s1600/wk2TOG_hike_Napoleon_mre2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-UvichCI/AAAAAAAACJ4/D7Vdr3c9KRs/s1600/wk2TOG_tea_girls2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-UvichCI/AAAAAAAACJ4/D7Vdr3c9KRs/s320/wk2TOG_tea_girls2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-RsQ-1KI/AAAAAAAACJw/AMNI4HVLulw/s1600/wk2TOG_tea_girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-RsQ-1KI/AAAAAAAACJw/AMNI4HVLulw/s320/wk2TOG_tea_girls.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'll leave you with this last picture....my suspicions were correct, to some degree, it was decided by all present at the tea party that this young man was a time traveler from America circa 2010, specifically TX and he seems to have a message to TX fans....hmmm.....&amp;nbsp; ;) I believe as he bid us all farewell, he uttered a strange departing message....something akin to "Gig 'em?" I honestly do not know - such a strange day this was for all of us. Hope you enjoyed reading about it :)&amp;nbsp; Now, where is that maid.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-eLh7xBI/AAAAAAAACKg/wLkH6aunNdw/s1600/wk2TOG_tea_mre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-eLh7xBI/AAAAAAAACKg/wLkH6aunNdw/s320/wk2TOG_tea_mre.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/4775986830642858388-5787130901586055766?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5787130901586055766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=5787130901586055766' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5787130901586055766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5787130901586055766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/09/2010-2011-school-year-week-2-complete.html' title='2010-2011 School Year, Week 2 - COMPLETE! and TOG Year 3, Week 2 Napoleonic era tea party and foot soldier hike'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TJV-K-7myJI/AAAAAAAACJg/gWkFsoU8SVQ/s72-c/wk2TOG_hike_Napoleon_mre2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-5403016103178486142</id><published>2010-09-17T08:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T08:04:44.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Constitution Day is today, September 17</title><content type='html'>On September 17th, 1787, the Constitutional Congress held its final  meeting with only one thing on the agenda - to sign the Constitution of  the United States of America. The Constitution is the supreme law of the  United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect  Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the  common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of  Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this  Constitution for the United States of America."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;A few goodies to check out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.k12.com/events/constitution_day_lessons/"&gt;http://www.k12.com/events/constitution_day_lessons/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, another that I haven't had a chance to look at yet, but looks promising from a quick glance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chron.com/cie/pdf_tabs/The_Constitution_Blueprint_for_a_Nation.pdf"&gt;http://www.chron.com/cie/pdf_tabs/The_Constitution_Blueprint_for_a_Nation.pdf&lt;/a&gt; &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/4775986830642858388-5403016103178486142?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5403016103178486142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=5403016103178486142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5403016103178486142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5403016103178486142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/09/constitution-day-is-today-september-17.html' title='Constitution Day is today, September 17'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-3461411825920742203</id><published>2010-09-17T00:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T00:09:16.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oval Proverbs 22:6 sticker, Train up a child - CafePress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images6.cpcache.com/product/468066726v22_480x480_Front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;Oval Proverbs 22:6 sticker, Train up a child - CafePress&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images6.cpcache.com/product/468066726v22_480x480_Front.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 22:6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-3461411825920742203?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cafepress.com/+oval_proverbs_226_sticker_train_up_a_child,468066726?utm_medium=cp_social&amp;utm_source=addthis&amp;utm_campaign=PDP' title='Oval Proverbs 22:6 sticker, Train up a child - CafePress'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3461411825920742203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=3461411825920742203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/3461411825920742203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/3461411825920742203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/09/oval-proverbs-226-sticker-train-up.html' title='Oval Proverbs 22:6 sticker, Train up a child - CafePress'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-5585718776659461993</id><published>2010-09-11T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T21:43:33.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. E - Cub Scout Extraordinaire :)</title><content type='html'>Today Mr. E's Cub Scout Pack held their Popcorn Sales Kickoff and Raingutter Regatta. I'll post about the Regatta soon (need to go through all the pics I took!), but wanted to send y'all a message from Mr. E right away because he is super excited about his popcorn sales!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIw9ly6j66I/AAAAAAAACI4/KIF5X3qlVVw/s1600/mre_cubscout.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIw9ly6j66I/AAAAAAAACI4/KIF5X3qlVVw/s320/mre_cubscout.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the meeting, he set his personal goal at $700 - he wants to sell at least that amount to help out his pack and to help fund camping among other activities for the boys this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year ONLINE ordering is available - I believe this is pretty new to Scouts and I think it's wonderful! You can order from the comfort of your computer chair, and the popcorn, chocolate covered pretzels, etc. are delivered straight to your mailbox/doorstep!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (yes, they have more than just popcorn!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just click here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trails-end.com/estore/scouts/email_referral.jsp?id=7506628"&gt;http://www.trails-end.com/estore/scouts/email_referral.jsp?id=7506628&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't care for popcorn, don't like chocolate covered pretzels, cheese popcorn, are diabetic, are on a diet (there is a low fat option!), etc. please consider making a donation that will send popcorn to the military men and women serving our country - what an awesome way to show your support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. E went out tonight and started selling right away - I am so proud of his initiative! He and his Daddy had a nice walk, and he's on his way toward his goal....consider helping him if you'd like to! He will most certainly appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is again...he came to see me first ;)&amp;nbsp; Isn't he the sweetest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trails-end.com/estore/scouts/email_referral.jsp?id=7506628"&gt;http://www.trails-end.com/estore/scouts/email_referral.jsp?id=7506628&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIw9ly6j66I/AAAAAAAACI4/KIF5X3qlVVw/s1600/mre_cubscout.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIw9ly6j66I/AAAAAAAACI4/KIF5X3qlVVw/s320/mre_cubscout.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/4775986830642858388-5585718776659461993?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5585718776659461993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=5585718776659461993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5585718776659461993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5585718776659461993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/09/mr-e-cub-scout-extraordinaire.html' title='Mr. E - Cub Scout Extraordinaire :)'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIw9ly6j66I/AAAAAAAACI4/KIF5X3qlVVw/s72-c/mre_cubscout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-5267862426574206604</id><published>2010-09-11T08:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T08:19:30.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIuB2ITb4fI/AAAAAAAACIw/A62Mw79_CXk/s1600/flag-l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIuB2ITb4fI/AAAAAAAACIw/A62Mw79_CXk/s320/flag-l.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/4775986830642858388-5267862426574206604?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5267862426574206604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=5267862426574206604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5267862426574206604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5267862426574206604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/09/remembering.html' title='Remembering...'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIuB2ITb4fI/AAAAAAAACIw/A62Mw79_CXk/s72-c/flag-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-7302411120105137867</id><published>2010-09-10T17:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T18:14:10.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2010-2011 School Year, Week 1 - COMPLETE!</title><content type='html'>Whew! Going into this first week, I was a bit apprehensive about how things would go....I do have an 18 mos. old and a 4 year old to entertain, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must say I am THRILLED with how well the week has gone. Yay!&amp;nbsp; Miss Baby did so well and everyone got their work done - I couldn't be happier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course...we had a light week, so next week will be a bit more challenging, but I'm thinking positively!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that really helped was enlisting the help of one of the older children to play with Miss Baby when I was working w/one child - introducing them to their new books and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, the three older will work on a lot of things independently, but a lot will also require my instruction and assistance. That is when I expect things to potentially get a little tough, but we'll find out then, right? I also have some things for Mr. A to begin working on at a leisurely pace - we'll work on those when the older ones are working independently and Miss Baby is playing in the same room w/us. Thankfully, our new house has a bedroom we can use as a school room and a big, open game room right beside it so I can be completely accessible during independent work if anyone needs me. Yay for the new house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One frustration this week has been the fact that I cannot find one box that has 2 of the children's new math books in it. I am at the point where I'm going to have to order them and when the others turn up, if they ever do, they can be used by the younger children when they get to those levels. I suppose if we only lost ONE box during our move, that is prettttty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a lot of time in HIStory this week, as well as geography as it related to our studies, and literature selections as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of the 3 older children created their own notebook covers for the period of history we will study this year - the 19th century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one example from Miss E:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIqtTmF1PaI/AAAAAAAACHo/YB03pFm3h1k/s1600/wk1TOG_MissE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIqtTmF1PaI/AAAAAAAACHo/YB03pFm3h1k/s320/wk1TOG_MissE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss E has "graduated" to the Upper Grammar level of our History program this year and therefore has a few extra requirements and projects, more difficult readings, and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this year, and into the next, she will be working on a cumulative project - creating a President Card Bank. We have chosen to do it in a modified fashion, not on "cards" exactly, but simply putting 2 presidents per page in her notebook (if we decide later we need or want them in card format, we can simply cut the pages in half - she is aware of this and will be keeping one president on the top half of the card and the second on the bottom half). Here's Miss E w/her first 2 Presidents completed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIqtUTGgtgI/AAAAAAAACHw/IjTBCtqX2bQ/s1600/wk1TOG_MissEPres.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIqtUTGgtgI/AAAAAAAACHw/IjTBCtqX2bQ/s320/wk1TOG_MissEPres.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Arts and Activities for our Lower Grammar crew, they were to review coin values and learn who is on the face of the quarter and the dollar. They did not hesitate at all when I quizzed them on coin names and values. That took all of about 2 mn. to complete.&amp;nbsp; Fun facts: If you look VERY closely on the back of a "standard" penny, you can see a tiny Abraham Lincoln on the image of the Lincoln Memorial?&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; Do you know who is on the quarter and the dollar? Mr. E and Miss A sure do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIqtVWyWlnI/AAAAAAAACH4/4Y5bvW2BVk0/s1600/wk1TOG_MrEMissA_artsactiv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIqtVWyWlnI/AAAAAAAACH4/4Y5bvW2BVk0/s320/wk1TOG_MrEMissA_artsactiv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All in all, a great first week - nice and easy - stress-free and calm - the way we like to get things going around here, and I even kept up w/the laundry and dishes all week - amazing! I already have some decorations on my teacher wall from my fabulous students....we're off to a GREAT start!!!&amp;nbsp; Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, here's my Expedit bookcase from IKEA - it's not completely organized yet, but this is where it stands at present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIqvA0PhgBI/AAAAAAAACII/EwMV2TIL5Sc/s1600/bookcase.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIqvA0PhgBI/AAAAAAAACII/EwMV2TIL5Sc/s320/bookcase.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we go to prepare for Week 2!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-7302411120105137867?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7302411120105137867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=7302411120105137867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7302411120105137867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7302411120105137867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/09/2010-2011-school-year-week-1-complete.html' title='2010-2011 School Year, Week 1 - COMPLETE!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIqtTmF1PaI/AAAAAAAACHo/YB03pFm3h1k/s72-c/wk1TOG_MissE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-4072174261011475480</id><published>2010-09-08T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:40:23.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Arboretum Visit</title><content type='html'>We took advantage of one of the last days of our Summer break and visited the Arboretum the week before starting our school year - here are a few highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bridge is special - one of our wedding photos was taken up top...here you see Mr. E shooting an imaginary bow and arrow under the bridge into the water in order to get one of the big fish swimming there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIhFYnn3D8I/AAAAAAAACHg/-kZhalI9mDE/s1600/arboretum_underbridge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIhFYnn3D8I/AAAAAAAACHg/-kZhalI9mDE/s320/arboretum_underbridge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Baby enjoyed the leisurely stroll....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Baby: "you want me to smile? ok, here ya go!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIhFQOw_j6I/AAAAAAAACGw/gf1Y5P9K34Y/s1600/arboretum_missbaby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIhFQOw_j6I/AAAAAAAACGw/gf1Y5P9K34Y/s320/arboretum_missbaby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. A - always thinking of something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIhFKvw8AII/AAAAAAAACGQ/Y3pl9_NayRo/s1600/arboretum_mra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIhFKvw8AII/AAAAAAAACGQ/Y3pl9_NayRo/s320/arboretum_mra.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. E - always has a smile for the camera, as long as Mama is taking the pictures, that is ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIhFOIeWl1I/AAAAAAAACGo/I-JU6ft1veo/s1600/arboretum_mre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIhFOIeWl1I/AAAAAAAACGo/I-JU6ft1veo/s320/arboretum_mre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss A - ready to go exploring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIhFLiCE0KI/AAAAAAAACGY/8lOnWKu0X7M/s1600/arboretum_missa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIhFLiCE0KI/AAAAAAAACGY/8lOnWKu0X7M/s320/arboretum_missa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss E - getting so big and looking so much older these days...she really enjoyed seeing all the flowers and trees that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIhFMwqxW7I/AAAAAAAACGg/uicsDnKzVeA/s1600/arboretum_misse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIhFMwqxW7I/AAAAAAAACGg/uicsDnKzVeA/s320/arboretum_misse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, we happened upon a painter - I didn't take a picture of her work naturally, but let me tell you, it was purty good! As you see, to her right, Miss A sat down to capture the scene in her notebook :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIhFRj_fyfI/AAAAAAAACG4/GI-8bYDPda0/s1600/arboretum_painting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIhFRj_fyfI/AAAAAAAACG4/GI-8bYDPda0/s320/arboretum_painting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the water wall.....Mr. A looks a little grumpy here...hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIhFS6MKSzI/AAAAAAAACHA/E2T4OllAxW4/s1600/arboretum_waterwall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIhFS6MKSzI/AAAAAAAACHA/E2T4OllAxW4/s320/arboretum_waterwall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the fountain - our first picture after the wedding was taken by this fountain....my how time flies!&amp;nbsp; I think this was before Mr. E found out that it is not a fountain you can get into!&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIhFU4W9XjI/AAAAAAAACHI/C-j0dl5lZzs/s1600/arboretum_fountain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIhFU4W9XjI/AAAAAAAACHI/C-j0dl5lZzs/s320/arboretum_fountain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss A taking notes and drawing the flowers - our own Naturalist :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIhFWeZYjvI/AAAAAAAACHQ/X_ppOKMCAbw/s1600/arboretum_missa_notebook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIhFWeZYjvI/AAAAAAAACHQ/X_ppOKMCAbw/s320/arboretum_missa_notebook.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This canopy of crepe myrtles is so beautiful....I feel a Wizard of Oz sort of whimsy all of a sudden here....if I didn't think Miss Baby would run off, I might've gotten her out of the stroller for this shot....maybe in a year or so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIhFXei4dvI/AAAAAAAACHY/83DTco42WFA/s1600/arboretum_canopy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIhFXei4dvI/AAAAAAAACHY/83DTco42WFA/s320/arboretum_canopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it - not many pics of the flora this time. I enjoyed the opportunity to take some pictures of the children instead on this trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-4072174261011475480?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4072174261011475480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=4072174261011475480' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4072174261011475480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4072174261011475480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/09/arboretum-visit.html' title='Arboretum Visit'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TIhFYnn3D8I/AAAAAAAACHg/-kZhalI9mDE/s72-c/arboretum_underbridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-5832872177282136796</id><published>2010-09-01T17:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T21:08:55.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have we been?</title><content type='html'>Right here, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have we been up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying Summer and the freedoms it presents to us in the way of our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on the horizon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new school year full of promise, learning, love, fun, and a whole slew of other things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are officially on "Summer Break" until after Labor Day - the temps are down from the blazing heat we've been experiencing for a LONG while now...the mornings are full of outdoor time, coffee for me on the patio surrounded by my beautiful children playing, exploring, learning, soaking up some vitamin D, living the life we are blessed to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, my lovely neighbor took me to IKEA in her husband's pickup so I could get a bookcase for the school room - I am soooo excited to have it assembled and anchored to the wall, ready to go. I began loading it with our books yesterday...I'm not done yet....but it's a blessing already - I will show you pics in another post to come later in the week. The school room is coming together - I've put off doing a lot in there, and there is still a lot to do, but it's coming together. Yay for the school room - a place for the school things that we can close the door to when we're done, if we want, or we can linger in there longer and read more, learn more, create more, and it doesn't block our front door like it did in the old house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children are all doing well - growing like crazy. Such blessings to CKB and I - I thank God for each of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to keep up w/our school's journey this Fall more consistently here on the blog than I did last year - not for anyone else's benefit really, but for my own. It is a nice reminder to look back and see what is being accomplished each week....to see where our journey is heading and how we're getting there, and at the end of the school year to look back and reflect on what went well, and what we need to work on for the coming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it for now - we've been busy, everyone is in their own way I'm sure - piano lessons, looking into possibilities for sports, scouts and other activities while planning for the new school year, family vacations, and so on....there's always something to do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-5832872177282136796?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5832872177282136796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=5832872177282136796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5832872177282136796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5832872177282136796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-have-we-been.html' title='Where have we been?'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-7066596137508857807</id><published>2010-07-30T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T15:58:33.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My pretty, pretty Princess!</title><content type='html'>About a week ago, the children played umpteen board games in the span of a few hours...we won't worry too much about how closely they all were playing by the rules...ahem...some of them are only 4 years old ya know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One that really caught my eye was the Pretty, Pretty Princess game that was given to the older girls when I was expecting Miss Baby - why, you ask? Because big sister E and big sister A didn't leave Miss Baby out of this game - they decided to make her the Prettiest Pretty Princess of all.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta - da! Here she is in all her plastic jeweled finery.....I think she was wearing every piece that came w/the game :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TFM8zu50XRI/AAAAAAAACGA/rSYHoyoJMBA/s1600/princess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TFM8zu50XRI/AAAAAAAACGA/rSYHoyoJMBA/s320/princess.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, the official Princess grin ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TFM81fCHOkI/AAAAAAAACGI/6Wzf401mc8s/s1600/princess_smile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TFM81fCHOkI/AAAAAAAACGI/6Wzf401mc8s/s320/princess_smile.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/4775986830642858388-7066596137508857807?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7066596137508857807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=7066596137508857807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7066596137508857807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7066596137508857807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-pretty-pretty-princess.html' title='My pretty, pretty Princess!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TFM8zu50XRI/AAAAAAAACGA/rSYHoyoJMBA/s72-c/princess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-6674238707631257402</id><published>2010-07-09T09:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T09:57:59.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please continue to pray for our friends over at kingdomarrows</title><content type='html'>The latest update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kingdomarrows.com/?p=881&amp;amp;cpage=1#comment-258"&gt;http://kingdomarrows.com/?p=881&amp;amp;cpage=1#comment-258&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-6674238707631257402?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6674238707631257402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=6674238707631257402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/6674238707631257402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/6674238707631257402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/07/please-continue-to-pray-for-our-friends.html' title='Please continue to pray for our friends over at kingdomarrows'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-5271038453299743300</id><published>2010-07-08T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T12:17:50.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunny sighting</title><content type='html'>We have been SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO busy lately that I have not taken the time to blog much, but thought I'd share this quickly - we have a little bunny friend...I say "friend", but if he gets into the garden and eats up the plants again it might be the beginning of a war...of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so far the only thing he's been interested in were the green bean plants...that are gone.....and today I spotted him and got the camera in time to capture some of his exploits....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is....looks innocent enough, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TDYHplAzltI/AAAAAAAACFo/Ay0_aw4ZcVY/s1600/bunny_spotted.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TDYHplAzltI/AAAAAAAACFo/Ay0_aw4ZcVY/s320/bunny_spotted.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now wait...he's hiding...because he knows...yes, he knows I'm onto him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TDYHnTqvL0I/AAAAAAAACFg/mvd7A7VJivU/s1600/bunny_iseeyou.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TDYHnTqvL0I/AAAAAAAACFg/mvd7A7VJivU/s320/bunny_iseeyou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this? She's taking pictures of me? RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (isn't that little white tail adorable!!???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TDYHqsp0gQI/AAAAAAAACF4/7uTdkZ0p-Z4/s1600/bunny_run4yourlife.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TDYHqsp0gQI/AAAAAAAACF4/7uTdkZ0p-Z4/s320/bunny_run4yourlife.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, he's going into the back yard....where the "garden" is.....time to zip back inside.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TDYHmrn0-QI/AAAAAAAACFY/hm7871cjS7k/s1600/bunny_run4yourlife2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TDYHmrn0-QI/AAAAAAAACFY/hm7871cjS7k/s320/bunny_run4yourlife2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah - ha - he has spotted the garden......what will he do.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TDYHl1166OI/AAAAAAAACFQ/p1Aaqf7Yi2k/s1600/bunny_spyinggarden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TDYHl1166OI/AAAAAAAACFQ/p1Aaqf7Yi2k/s320/bunny_spyinggarden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pauses....sniffs....and keeps going???? What? Our garden isn't good enough for you, Mr. Bunny?????&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, maybe that's a good thing...but still....I'm conflicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TDYHlJNhieI/AAAAAAAACFI/7C2zCtoiPAI/s1600/bunny_passinggarden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TDYHlJNhieI/AAAAAAAACFI/7C2zCtoiPAI/s320/bunny_passinggarden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the weeds taste better, eh? Ok, you can stay, but keep on your p's and q's mister or there'll be trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TDYHj_rWftI/AAAAAAAACFA/pdEYnW_egok/s1600/bunny_eatingweeds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TDYHj_rWftI/AAAAAAAACFA/pdEYnW_egok/s320/bunny_eatingweeds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TDYHplAzltI/AAAAAAAACFo/Ay0_aw4ZcVY/s1600/bunny_spotted.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That about sums it up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-5271038453299743300?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5271038453299743300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=5271038453299743300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5271038453299743300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5271038453299743300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/07/bunny-sighting.html' title='Bunny sighting'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TDYHplAzltI/AAAAAAAACFo/Ay0_aw4ZcVY/s72-c/bunny_spotted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-8084079030325999533</id><published>2010-06-29T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T08:50:08.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers needed for a dear family - please read</title><content type='html'>Please take a moment to read about what is happening in my friend Heather's family and then pray and pray some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with Heather and her family - her younger sister was my age and Heather was my sister's age. We were all in Girl Scouts together. We lost touch for many years, but in recent years have been blessed to rekindle those friendships of days gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather and her husband have 4 beautiful children. The eldest, Mikaela, I remember as a little 2 or 3 year old&amp;nbsp;at a wedding shower years ago - that was the last time I saw her. Now, she is enduring a great trial as are her family. The doctors are trying to help it appears and I pray for wisdom for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take time to read Heather's latest update, go back through the last few posts as well to see where you can specifically be praying for this dear family and remember them in prayer every time they come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kingdomarrows.com/"&gt;http://kingdomarrows.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-8084079030325999533?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8084079030325999533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=8084079030325999533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/8084079030325999533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/8084079030325999533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/prayers-needed-for-dear-family-please.html' title='Prayers needed for a dear family - please read'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-4271866326715087844</id><published>2010-06-28T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T17:37:24.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those weird days....</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have one of those weird days where unusual things keep happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, your hair clip breaks because it can't take holding all of your hair up any longer - don't know how many I've had break like this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the hairbrush you bought not too long ago on a trip because you forgot to bring yours along, breaks in half....yes, in half...right after the hair clip broke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, you watch as gravity and a slippery poolside claim the dignity of one of your children as they run/trot/don't walk around the edge of the pool...said child gets up rubbing back of head and continues on unscathed...thank God for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, back in the "safety" of your own home again, 2 children sit on the patio looking through a plastic tray that was used to carry veggie plants awhile back and still hasn't been tossed...then one child pushes it toward the other and then the other pushes it back resulting in a cut lip......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, just after that, 2 children merrily run out toward the back of the yard only to have one of them hop, skip, and jump back toward you screaming because somehow in their barefoot state they stubbed the end of their toe in a hole of dirt (because it hasn't rained in ages and we have cracks in the yard now) and this child has a dirty, bloody toenail to show for his glee in running around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been one of those weird days around here :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-4271866326715087844?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4271866326715087844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=4271866326715087844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4271866326715087844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4271866326715087844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-of-those-weird-days.html' title='One of those weird days....'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-4984160779625011191</id><published>2010-06-28T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T10:21:05.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some weeks are busier than others....</title><content type='html'>Somehow this week has gotten a lot busier than I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I signed the older 4 children up for swim lessons - that will be every day this week. We still have piano lessons on Wednesday. A church meeting coming up this weekend. Company during the meeting as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of those things, this is the week we resume school since we've been on hiatus for a few months during the moving/unpacking/trying to settle in phase of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we began - new schedules were drawn up - books located - pencils sharpened and so on and so forth...and we begin...somewhere along the way laundry and dishes will hopefully get done as well as a bit of straightening up before company comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your week busy too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-4984160779625011191?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4984160779625011191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=4984160779625011191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4984160779625011191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4984160779625011191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/some-weeks-are-busier-than-others.html' title='Some weeks are busier than others....'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-5837992241416638215</id><published>2010-06-24T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T19:05:19.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Governor Perry Issues Proclamation for Day of Prayer in the State of Texas</title><content type='html'>Read here - glad to be in the great state of TX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://governor.state.tx.us/news/proclamation/14802/"&gt;http://governor.state.tx.us/news/proclamation/14802/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-5837992241416638215?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5837992241416638215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=5837992241416638215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5837992241416638215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5837992241416638215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/governor-perry-issues-proclamation-for.html' title='Governor Perry Issues Proclamation for Day of Prayer in the State of Texas'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-1143493338621417259</id><published>2010-06-23T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T17:29:55.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating Continues...</title><content type='html'>Some progress has been made since this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/decorating-begins.html"&gt;Decorating Begins!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/still-looking.html"&gt;Still looking...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the way of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Contemporary-Home-Bath-Rug-Round/dp/B001JJT43U/ref=sr_1_77?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;frombrowse=0&amp;amp;searchView=grid5&amp;amp;searchNodeID=1038576%7C1287991011&amp;amp;node=1038576%7C1287991011&amp;amp;sr=1-77&amp;amp;searchRank=target104545&amp;amp;keywords=bath%20rug&amp;amp;searchPage=1&amp;amp;searchSize=90&amp;amp;id=Contemporary%20Home%20Bath%20Rug%20Round&amp;amp;qid=1277331483"&gt;Pink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Contemporary-Home-Bath-Rug-Prepster/dp/B001JJYXHM/ref=sr_1_38?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;frombrowse=0&amp;amp;searchView=grid5&amp;amp;searchNodeID=1038576%7C1287991011&amp;amp;node=1038576%7C1287991011&amp;amp;sr=1-38&amp;amp;searchRank=target104545&amp;amp;keywords=contemporary%20home%20bath&amp;amp;searchPage=1&amp;amp;searchSize=90&amp;amp;id=Contemporary%20Home%20Bath%20Rug%20Prepster&amp;amp;qid=1277331657"&gt;Green&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the third wasn't pictured on the website, but is turquoise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They look very cute in the girls' bathroom and we're nearing completion on the decorating efforts in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's all done, pictures will be shared, of course!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-1143493338621417259?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1143493338621417259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=1143493338621417259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/1143493338621417259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/1143493338621417259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/decorating-continues.html' title='Decorating Continues...'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-5738872328578385960</id><published>2010-06-22T11:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T11:31:29.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Sayings</title><content type='html'>When I was putting Miss Baby down for her nap yesterday, the fan in her room was blowing my hair onto her face - she leaned back and said "Hair...Silly...Mama"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Half Price Book Sunday afternoon, Mr. A brought a book for me to look at - I asked him what it was about...he started to tell me, then said "Just check it out"&amp;nbsp; and walked back over to look at some more books.&amp;nbsp; Ha ha ha. Funny coming from an adorable litlte 4 year old voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Miss Baby began saying "Mama" with a teen-like attitude - it's more like "Ma-uh-ma!" - hard to explain, I neeeeed to get it recorded - she is soooo funny. She also will shake her head so hard when saying "no" that she practically topples over! She is a mess and is&amp;nbsp;showing forth more and more of her sweet little personality these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been trying to figure out what Miss Baby is saying lately - she repeats it often throughout the day and it sounds kind of like "Narnia"&amp;nbsp; ;)&amp;nbsp; when she was getting upset about getting down from her high chair I encouraged her, as I always do, to say "Down, please" - she repeated and guess what...it was the "Narnia" sounding word she's been saying - well, good grief, of course we should've known!&amp;nbsp; ;)&amp;nbsp; So cute to hear her talking more and more each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys have taught Miss Baby to say "Daddy-o" - too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys have also taught Miss Baby to say "Mario" and "Luigi" - "Luigi" usually sounds more like "Wuigi", but hey, it's close! They were trying to teach her to say "Yoshi" the other day in the car. :)&lt;br /&gt;more to come, I'm sure....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-5738872328578385960?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5738872328578385960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=5738872328578385960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5738872328578385960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5738872328578385960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/silly-sayings.html' title='Silly Sayings'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-1052059847391976127</id><published>2010-06-21T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T15:56:58.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day to the most wonderful Daddy of our 5 fabulous blessings!</title><content type='html'>CKB had a great Father's Day yesterday...at least I think he did...hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with coffee and doughnuts - breakfast in bed, no less, served by the 4 older children :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they bombarded their Daddy with his gifts - 4 new T-shirts - I guess they thought he needed some new shirts to wear around the house - ha ha - no pics of these/this, but there was one that was a Nintendo shirt (he wore that one later in the day to play a Wii game w/the children - a Dr. Pepper shirt because I guess he's a "Pepper" whatever that means....hmm, #1 Dad, because he sure is! and a new Aggie shirt, because he needed a new one! Whew! Just what I needed, more laundry...thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had wonderful services at Farmersville and then took CKB out for lunch at Applebee's - food was good and we splurged on a yummy dessert for CKB (he shared w/us - what a guy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the crew right before leaving for the church house yesterday morning....note the curly girls - they wanted me to put their hair in curlers, so I did.....so pretty :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TB_R3H9yX-I/AAAAAAAACEs/JBwN9P0ExS4/s1600/fathersday2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TB_R3H9yX-I/AAAAAAAACEs/JBwN9P0ExS4/s320/fathersday2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's CKB enjoying his "early" Father's Day present a few weekends ago :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TB_R5UXrByI/AAAAAAAACE0/bAlwzex9xrQ/s1600/ckb_grill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TB_R5UXrByI/AAAAAAAACE0/bAlwzex9xrQ/s320/ckb_grill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all of you Father's had a wonderful Father's Day - especially my Dad and CKB's Dad! We love y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-1052059847391976127?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1052059847391976127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=1052059847391976127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/1052059847391976127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/1052059847391976127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day-to-most-wonderful.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day to the most wonderful Daddy of our 5 fabulous blessings!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TB_R3H9yX-I/AAAAAAAACEs/JBwN9P0ExS4/s72-c/fathersday2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-7864682393829091609</id><published>2010-06-17T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T23:46:06.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Miss Baby</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since Miss Baby had her own post -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Memorial Day, I took pictures in our flag shirts as usual, but was not happy w/them and...well, that day has come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I will share a few pictures of Miss Baby after the picture taking was over, playing on her own, and with her Daddy...because, well, Father's Day *is* coming up soon after all, so why not?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think her brothers have been rubbing off on her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Baby - "Gotcha!"&amp;nbsp; "Now, who is responsible for yon dirty sock?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBr5HEToUeI/AAAAAAAACEk/oyNBIBDXEzA/s1600/ckb_miss_baby_sword.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBr5HEToUeI/AAAAAAAACEk/oyNBIBDXEzA/s320/ckb_miss_baby_sword.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh oh, it wasn't Daddy's...I better make him something good to make up for stabbing him!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBr5FnD3y4I/AAAAAAAACEU/GehFMkdJmWM/s1600/miss_baby_playfood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBr5FnD3y4I/AAAAAAAACEU/GehFMkdJmWM/s320/miss_baby_playfood.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here Daddy, this will make you ALL better!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBr5GY1N2_I/AAAAAAAACEc/rmpSutnBAiA/s1600/ckb_miss_baby_playfood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBr5GY1N2_I/AAAAAAAACEc/rmpSutnBAiA/s320/ckb_miss_baby_playfood.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/4775986830642858388-7864682393829091609?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7864682393829091609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=7864682393829091609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7864682393829091609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7864682393829091609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-miss-baby.html' title='Our Miss Baby'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBr5HEToUeI/AAAAAAAACEk/oyNBIBDXEzA/s72-c/ckb_miss_baby_sword.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-5639597876909037421</id><published>2010-06-15T20:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:48:44.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the house the past few days....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgnkeLnBSI/AAAAAAAACCs/QQnoobdzyJM/s1600/boys_daddyshoes1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As you can probably imagine, or if you can't, you'll soon see, a lot goes on over the course of just a few days...even a few hours provide fodder for much conversation, but this post will encompass a few days, just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came upon this sight one day after sneaking away for a few mn. to do something....the boys apparently were having a field day with their Daddy's shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. E looks on as Mr. A exclaims "Look at me, I can fit into Daddy's  shoes!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgnkeLnBSI/AAAAAAAACCs/QQnoobdzyJM/s1600/boys_daddyshoes1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgnkeLnBSI/AAAAAAAACCs/QQnoobdzyJM/s320/boys_daddyshoes1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. E fondly patting Mr. A on the head...."Sure, sure, you can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgnlYOswcI/AAAAAAAACC0/GwG-Hd5txsk/s1600/boys_daddyshoes2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgnlYOswcI/AAAAAAAACC0/GwG-Hd5txsk/s320/boys_daddyshoes2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elusive ducks that we've seen a few times behind the house were out the other night - I ran for the camera and made it back in time to get a few shots as they ran...er...swam for their lives. The first shot is "misty" because it was so lovely, I mean, humid, that my lens instantly fogged up - kind of looks neat though, doesn't it..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quack, whew it's hot out here...wait, what's that lady doing? Swim!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgnqo7Qo9I/AAAAAAAACDk/veURk_WDieU/s1600/ducks1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgnqo7Qo9I/AAAAAAAACDk/veURk_WDieU/s320/ducks1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right, stay close!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgnp48hUTI/AAAAAAAACDc/MpcTExznuYA/s1600/ducks2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgnp48hUTI/AAAAAAAACDc/MpcTExznuYA/s320/ducks2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, where to go......she's still over there w/that  THING...that....camera!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgno0Q5m2I/AAAAAAAACDU/UmKw7Sdc3r0/s1600/ducks3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgno0Q5m2I/AAAAAAAACDU/UmKw7Sdc3r0/s320/ducks3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look over there...we can hide there...hurry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgnoBMXMII/AAAAAAAACDM/8_Xg6KSIdFg/s1600/ducks4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgnoBMXMII/AAAAAAAACDM/8_Xg6KSIdFg/s320/ducks4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're almost there....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgnnCdcOVI/AAAAAAAACDE/Iy59IaE6Tyo/s1600/ducks5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgnnCdcOVI/AAAAAAAACDE/Iy59IaE6Tyo/s320/ducks5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whew! We made it - get in there, quick....don't look back, she's STILL  watching us!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgnmc8W8pI/AAAAAAAACC8/g-vLzFxwqMY/s1600/ducks6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgnmc8W8pI/AAAAAAAACC8/g-vLzFxwqMY/s320/ducks6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) I need a better zoom lens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you need to take a quick trip, climb aboard and Thomas will get you there, or maybe your brother! Miss A and Miss Baby look up at me as if to say...."Mama!!! We're riding here!" - well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgntWtXJqI/AAAAAAAACD8/NEeBwe4_8RY/s1600/mr_a_miss_baby_thomas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgntWtXJqI/AAAAAAAACD8/NEeBwe4_8RY/s320/mr_a_miss_baby_thomas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama - "You do know that's a FIREplace, don't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Baby - "Doesn't everyone sit on the edge of the fireplace, Mama? What IS a fireplace, anyway? This chair was just the right height for me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgnvMrHHtI/AAAAAAAACEM/0hTp6a8GMLQ/s1600/miss_baby_fireplace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgnvMrHHtI/AAAAAAAACEM/0hTp6a8GMLQ/s320/miss_baby_fireplace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught on film/media card the other day....now wait...where's Miss E?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgnsjIH7EI/AAAAAAAACD0/pjXLGPylCuw/s1600/children_exc_misse_ds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgnsjIH7EI/AAAAAAAACD0/pjXLGPylCuw/s320/children_exc_misse_ds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ah....she found a quieter place withOUT an audience :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgnr56vZhI/AAAAAAAACDs/Y4kPRKwKfuw/s1600/miss_e_ds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgnr56vZhI/AAAAAAAACDs/Y4kPRKwKfuw/s320/miss_e_ds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry - "Why does this girl insist upon picking us up ALLLL the time....doesn't she know we can walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pippin - "Yes, I know, but she is pretty cute, so I guess we'll just have to tolerate her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry - "I suppose, but I'm getting kind of hungry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgnuJMi0iI/AAAAAAAACEE/Cjy6BcpNGs8/s1600/miss_a_kittens.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgnuJMi0iI/AAAAAAAACEE/Cjy6BcpNGs8/s320/miss_a_kittens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never a dull moment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-5639597876909037421?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5639597876909037421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=5639597876909037421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5639597876909037421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5639597876909037421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/around-house-past-few-days.html' title='Around the house the past few days....'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBgnkeLnBSI/AAAAAAAACCs/QQnoobdzyJM/s72-c/boys_daddyshoes1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-7987642528751707191</id><published>2010-06-10T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T19:48:15.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Baby = Sweetness!</title><content type='html'>A few nights ago when putting Miss Baby to bed, she was leaning against me w/her head at my shoulder when she leaned a little away from me to look at me...she had such a serious face...then she leaned over and tried to give me a kiss for the first time...on the lips....ha ha...it was the sweetest thing. I encouraged her to kiss my cheek, she looked again at me very seriously and tried again for my mouth - she is a most incredibly sweet little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried again today, this time for my cheek - an open lipped slobbery kiss from the sweetest little baby you can imagine.&amp;nbsp; Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight when I put her to bed, as I laid her into the crib, I said "night night" - tonight, she replied "night night" with a precious smile. What a doll. A few nights back she was lying on the bed in her room as I changed her diaper and got her pjs on when CKB came in to say goodnight - as he left, I told her to tell Daddy "night night" - as he was closing the door, she said "night night" and waved in that adorable backward wave way that babies do when they're little.....our hearts were mush and continue to be so most of the time around this precious little girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful memories!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-7987642528751707191?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7987642528751707191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=7987642528751707191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7987642528751707191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7987642528751707191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/miss-baby-sweetness.html' title='Miss Baby = Sweetness!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-5453355758441537762</id><published>2010-06-10T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T12:27:16.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Fishin'</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday we finally made good on our promise to take the children fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After picking up a few supplies the evening before at our friendly, neighborhood Wal-mart, we embarked fairly early Saturday morning to a State Park for our fishing expedition. We haven't visited this State Park before and while we only went to a tiny section of it, we enjoyed our visit and plan to return again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbW49GrsI/AAAAAAAACAc/ZEvz607ZFJA/s1600/fishing_entrance_sign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbW49GrsI/AAAAAAAACAc/ZEvz607ZFJA/s320/fishing_entrance_sign.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a "Kid Fishing Pond" for 16 and under w/parent assistance allowed in the area and thought it was the perfect spot to give the children a try at fishing that day. This was not the first experience they'd had with fishing, but it has been a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Baby doesn't look too happy here - maybe she knows *she* isn't going to be fishing today...poor girl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbjj1r_hI/AAAAAAAACB0/8cAZ0_bf2_U/s1600/fishing_sign_kids_missbaby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbjj1r_hI/AAAAAAAACB0/8cAZ0_bf2_U/s320/fishing_sign_kids_missbaby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparations ensued.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEblQ6KuqI/AAAAAAAACCE/NAO_WmDr1K0/s1600/fishing_prep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEblQ6KuqI/AAAAAAAACCE/NAO_WmDr1K0/s320/fishing_prep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Baby was entertained....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbnCeue3I/AAAAAAAACCM/rgZsyBMFSRw/s1600/fishing_mre_missbaby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbnCeue3I/AAAAAAAACCM/rgZsyBMFSRw/s320/fishing_mre_missbaby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and soon they were off and fishing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss E ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbglWg9TI/AAAAAAAACBc/kCs4L3fWzCI/s1600/fishing_misse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbglWg9TI/AAAAAAAACBc/kCs4L3fWzCI/s320/fishing_misse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss A on the pier wondering when her fish would come in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbhRT2fDI/AAAAAAAACBk/gfIqw-WnqRw/s1600/fishing_missa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbhRT2fDI/AAAAAAAACBk/gfIqw-WnqRw/s320/fishing_missa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. E getting some last minute coaching from his Daddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbf1zR1XI/AAAAAAAACBU/8HjuCTuNykg/s1600/fishing_mre_ckb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbf1zR1XI/AAAAAAAACBU/8HjuCTuNykg/s320/fishing_mre_ckb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Mr. A who fishes with much style....here's the windup.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbiYSQnaI/AAAAAAAACBs/BMBZ3g35Wr0/s1600/fishing_mra_windup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbiYSQnaI/AAAAAAAACBs/BMBZ3g35Wr0/s320/fishing_mra_windup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often returning for help w/tangled lines or to get a new worm...yes, I helped put the worms on...as a mother of 5, it doesn't pay to be squeamish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are on the pier - I walked around to the other side w/Miss Baby in the stroller....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbkeaZCII/AAAAAAAACB8/JQkdVAn3OXY/s1600/fishing_pier.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbkeaZCII/AAAAAAAACB8/JQkdVAn3OXY/s320/fishing_pier.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while here on the pier and surrounding areas, we moved to the other side of the pond....that's when the excitement started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish # 1 was caught by...uh...Miss Baby, yes, that's right, because parents are only to assist, remember? And, well, I was assisting her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbegwmJLI/AAAAAAAACBM/_3RykBn4akQ/s1600/fishing_fish1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbegwmJLI/AAAAAAAACBM/_3RykBn4akQ/s320/fishing_fish1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, it was too small to keep anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, shortly thereafter, fish #2 was caught by Miss A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbdtWfYAI/AAAAAAAACBE/KMh7qY5tAZM/s1600/fishing_fish2_missa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbdtWfYAI/AAAAAAAACBE/KMh7qY5tAZM/s320/fishing_fish2_missa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, too small to keep, but what a thrill for Miss A to catch her first fish ever! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as we were getting ready to leave.....fish #3 to a VERY excited Mr. E! His first fish to catch ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbc90aWRI/AAAAAAAACA8/nYBdh_RS2dc/s1600/fishing_fish3_mre_ckb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbc90aWRI/AAAAAAAACA8/nYBdh_RS2dc/s320/fishing_fish3_mre_ckb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does his Daddy look proud or what? :) Great job, Mr. E! Too small to keep, but that's ok :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we began the walk back to the car and what's this? Wild blackberries? Hooray! We paused for a few mn. here.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbY9YCOLI/AAAAAAAACAk/9OQ-8cDlLIk/s1600/fishing_misse_blackberries.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbY9YCOLI/AAAAAAAACAk/9OQ-8cDlLIk/s320/fishing_misse_blackberries.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked a few for Miss Baby to enjoy - everyone else picked a few on their own :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbapznS5I/AAAAAAAACAs/YfPYAy6Jnyo/s1600/fishing_blackberries.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbapznS5I/AAAAAAAACAs/YfPYAy6Jnyo/s320/fishing_blackberries.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the rest of the walk back to the parking lot/van....(imagine music from "The Andy Griffith Show" here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbb-qbnjI/AAAAAAAACA0/wR_rX2B3QV8/s1600/fishing_boys_leaving2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbb-qbnjI/AAAAAAAACA0/wR_rX2B3QV8/s320/fishing_boys_leaving2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride home was pretty quiet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbqwFVOrI/AAAAAAAACCk/3_9Qgp70ekM/s1600/fishing_car_after.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbqwFVOrI/AAAAAAAACCk/3_9Qgp70ekM/s320/fishing_car_after.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the park....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbo0mthJI/AAAAAAAACCc/RlC--Q_ryYQ/s1600/fishing_yall_sign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbo0mthJI/AAAAAAAACCc/RlC--Q_ryYQ/s320/fishing_yall_sign.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, finally, back at home - Miss Baby was glad to be released from the stroller/carseat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbnxj9MLI/AAAAAAAACCU/nnP7AbeWNfo/s1600/fishing_good2bhome.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbnxj9MLI/AAAAAAAACCU/nnP7AbeWNfo/s320/fishing_good2bhome.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a fantastic day w/the children. 2 of the 5 caught their own fish for the first time - yay! Everyone enjoyed the day...it wasn't TOO hot even though it was very hot...shade helped a lot...the girls got to pet a horse in the parking lot when we trekked up to the bathrooms...wild blackberries...no one else out there for most of the time we were there...and only one mishap w/a hook that thankfully wasn't too bad. Whew! I think we'll be going again soon...but this time....not only will I bring the sunscreen (no one got a sunburn!), but I will be getting some bug spray...we brought home one thing we didn't intend.....CHIGGERS. Soooo glad I didn't let Miss Baby out of the stroller while we were out there - I can't stand the thought of her being eaten up by those horrid bugs. I guess the children moved around more than CKB and I because we got the worst of them, but that's ok.&amp;nbsp; :) It was a great day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-5453355758441537762?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5453355758441537762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=5453355758441537762' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5453355758441537762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5453355758441537762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/gone-fishin.html' title='Gone Fishin&apos;'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TBEbW49GrsI/AAAAAAAACAc/ZEvz607ZFJA/s72-c/fishing_entrance_sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-1834771703058287284</id><published>2010-06-10T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T08:18:54.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know...it's National Iced Tea Day?</title><content type='html'>Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, enjoy this little diddy....some day I'll figure out why it's being chopped off on the right and I can't get it to resize - ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="270" width="435"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZHp6C0MapYw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZHp6C0MapYw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-1834771703058287284?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1834771703058287284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=1834771703058287284' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/1834771703058287284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/1834771703058287284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/did-you-knowits-national-iced-tea-day.html' title='Did you know...it&apos;s National Iced Tea Day?'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-4221009137123629825</id><published>2010-06-08T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T16:20:19.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby girl</title><content type='html'>Our baby girl is looking so big these days - she was playing on the floor w/Miss A and the kittens this morning and it hit me that I need to just keep my camera on hand ALL the time because she (and all the children, for that matter!) are growing up before my eyes....boo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our precious little Miss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TA60BWaQk5I/AAAAAAAACAU/roCPorezsQQ/s1600/MissBaby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TA60BWaQk5I/AAAAAAAACAU/roCPorezsQQ/s400/MissBaby.jpg" width="295" /&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/4775986830642858388-4221009137123629825?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4221009137123629825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=4221009137123629825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4221009137123629825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4221009137123629825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/baby-girl.html' title='Baby girl'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/TA60BWaQk5I/AAAAAAAACAU/roCPorezsQQ/s72-c/MissBaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-6960819956772225539</id><published>2010-06-07T17:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T23:03:04.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still looking....</title><content type='html'>The search continues for bath mats that will work in the girls' bathroom - we're looking for PINK to match the shower curtain as closely as possible - no larger than 30" wide (or 1 bath runner that's 60" wide)....seen any?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few things I've run across and considered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kohls.com/kohlsStore/landingpages/bridalregistry/bath/bathrugs/print/PRD%7E621611/SONOMA+life+++style+Floral+Bath+Rug.jsp#"&gt;http://www.kohls.com/kohlsStore/landingpages/bridalregistry/bath/bathrugs/print/PRD~621611/SONOMA+life+++style+Floral+Bath+Rug.jsp#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if the flower motif would go w/the shower curtain very well though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kohls.com/kohlsStore/landingpages/bridalregistry/bath/bathrugs/print/PRD%7E642702/Concentric+Bath+Rug.jsp#"&gt;http://www.kohls.com/kohlsStore/landingpages/bridalregistry/bath/bathrugs/print/PRD~642702/Concentric+Bath+Rug.jsp#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a bit brighter/more hot pink than I had in mind, but it's 20x30.... (but the price...ouch! I need 2 of them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.macys.com/catalog/product/index.ognc?ID=394302&amp;amp;CategoryID=46986"&gt;http://www1.macys.com/catalog/product/index.ognc?ID=394302&amp;amp;CategoryID=46986&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, not the shade of pink, but the right size....argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was this one (sorry the others are all links, but I couldn't get the images to allow me to get a direct link to pull in the pictures!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51KP4ODzBgL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51KP4ODzBgL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not pink, but kind of the same theme....might be too much - which is why I was looking for solid pink....sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I continue to search...and wonder....why on earth does the following even exist...?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B002UVBMAO/ref=asc_df_B002UVBMAO674873?smid=A3AKI07PAUNSNQ&amp;amp;tag=pgkitchen-mp-21&amp;amp;linkCode=asn&amp;amp;creative=7974&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B002UVBMAO"&gt;http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B002UVBMAO/ref=asc_df_B002UVBMAO674873?smid=A3AKI07PAUNSNQ&amp;amp;tag=pgkitchen-mp-21&amp;amp;linkCode=asn&amp;amp;creative=7974&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B002UVBMAO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-6960819956772225539?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6960819956772225539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=6960819956772225539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/6960819956772225539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/6960819956772225539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/still-looking.html' title='Still looking....'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-6764915798691595872</id><published>2010-06-03T13:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T14:41:12.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating Begins!</title><content type='html'>I am not quite sure how it happened, except maybe a product of necessity - what am I talking about? Well, the decorating of this new house, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls' bathroom needed a shower curtain and therefore it appears to be the first room in the house to be decorated in any sort of way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the shower curtain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.walmartimages.com/i/p/00/66/55/38/10/0066553810335_215X215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i.walmartimages.com/i/p/00/66/55/38/10/0066553810335_215X215.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that is not a picture of it in their bathroom, but a picture from the Wal-mart website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...now the next task at hand is to get bathmats - the girls have a double sink that measures approx. 60" wide. I looked at Wal-mart today and the only bath mats in any of the brands they carry come in 2 sizes - 21" x 34" and 34" x 40" - neither of these will work. A shame because they had the perfect color(s). Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I came home w/groceries instead of the bath mats we went hoping to procure today and I began searching online for options - my first stop was Bed, Bath and Beyond's site - didn't find much there and nothing in other sizes either - started to be concerned that we would not be able to find anything w/a max width of 30" and that whatever we got was going to look ridiculous b/c it wouldn't fit. I guess I was easily discouraged - SHAME ON ME - continued looking, for some reason I had a tab open on my browser for Macy's, you know I go there *all* the time, ha ha, and I looked there and was happy to find some mats that were 30" wide - HOPE REKINDLED - and now I have been searching on a lot of different sites and there are OPTIONS - hooray - MAYBE TOO MANY!&amp;nbsp; So, I will let you know when I decide on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have NEVER truly done much decorating and have a bit of a spirit of fear about this - I want it to look nice, I don't want it to be overdone, I want it to look like someone who knew what they were doing, did it....anyone who has ooodles of free time and wants to offer up ideas/thoughts/suggestions, they are all welcome - thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....we'll see how it all turns out....and if I ever get to the rest of the house - at this rate, one small bathroom is taking a bit longer than I expected, but then when you go shopping w/5 helpers, sometimes one store takes so long, you can't bear to go to another - especially in the TX heat that has beset us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-6764915798691595872?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6764915798691595872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=6764915798691595872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/6764915798691595872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/6764915798691595872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/decorating-begins.html' title='Decorating Begins!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-77560635081163753</id><published>2010-06-01T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:05:44.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty Update!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp; crew and I took the kittens to the vet this morning - checkup went fine - both are boys. Poor Merry, having to go through life w/everyone thinking his name is "Mary" - oh well - maybe we'll just call him Meriadoc Brandybuck all the time.....nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both weigh under 3 lbs. - weird to think about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both look great healthwise, had fleas - oh joy, now I itch every time I think about it, but they were given some sort of pill at the vet that was supposed to kill any fleas living on them, also have Frontline for preventative and bought some spray to hopefully make sure we don't have a big problem erupting in the house - sigh - I plan to spray it around tomorrow before we leave for piano - you're supposed to "leave the area for 1 hr. after application" -fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both have worms - LOVE-LY - so I get to give them some medicine for 3 days a week each of the next 4 weeks....now how is a person who can't even remember to take vitamins supposed to remember that? Oh well, we'll do our best and the children will remind me - they're young and have a more elastic brain/memory than their dear ol' mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vet we went to was ok...might try another one for the booster shots, but will see how things go w/the weigh ins each week for 4 weeks...did I not mention that? I have to take them in each Monday to check their weights so their dosage on the wormer medication can be adjusted.....fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, things went well. The kittens are doing fine - the children enjoyed seeing the goats and birds and toad and fish and...well, you get the picture...it *was* a veterinarian's office after all....today and now the kittens are in their room and the children are all in bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-77560635081163753?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/77560635081163753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=77560635081163753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/77560635081163753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/77560635081163753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/06/kitty-update.html' title='Kitty Update!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-4332971855029519810</id><published>2010-05-30T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T22:10:52.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It doesn't get much better than this....</title><content type='html'>Last night after putting Miss Baby to bed, I came by the boys' room to say goodnight and as I walked in, I could hear CKB was telling a story to them, I didn't catch what it was about until I'd gotten almost to Mr. A's bed and was saying a quick goodnight so I wouldn't interrupt whatever tale CKB was in the middle of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I approached Mr. A's bed, I heard "Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego" from CKB, then he paused while I said goodnight to the boys quickly -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was telling them more from his story he's made up for the boys that involves knights and dragons and such, but instead he was telling them the account of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After giving Mr. A a kiss and hug, I was walking toward Mr. E to tell him goodnight, when Mr. A impatiently said "What happened next, Daddy???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, it doesn't get much better than this :) The boys were completely absorbed in hearing an account from the Bible, not asking for stories of dragon slayers, not talking about video games, but listening and learning from their Daddy about the deliverance of those 3 men - it doesn't get much better than this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" style="width: 601px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="1"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; Nebuchadnez'zar the king made an image of gold, whose height &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt;  threescore cubits, &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; the breadth thereof six cubits: he set it  up in the plain of Dura, in the province of Babylon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="2"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; Then Nebuchadnez'zar the king sent to gather together the princes, the  governors, and the captains, the judges, the treasurers, the counselors,  the sheriffs, and all the rulers of the provinces, to come to the  dedication of the image which Nebuchadnez'zar the king had set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="3"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; Then the princes, the governors, and captains, the judges, the  treasurers, the counselors, the sheriffs, and all the rulers of the  provinces, were gathered together unto the dedication of the image that  Nebuchadnez'zar the king had set up; and they stood before the image  that Nebuchadnez'zar had set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="4"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; Then a herald cried aloud, To you it is commanded, O people, nations,  and languages,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="5"&gt;5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; at what time ye hear the sound of the cornet, flute, harp,  sackbut, psaltery, dulcimer, and all kinds of music, ye fall down and  worship the golden image that Nebuchadnez'zar the king hath set up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="6"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; and whoso falleth not down and worshippeth shall the same hour be cast  into the midst of a burning fiery furnace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="7"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; Therefore at that time, when all the people heard the sound of the  cornet, flute, harp, sackbut, psaltery, and all kinds of music, all the  people, the nations, and the languages, fell down &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; worshipped  the golden image that Nebuchadnez'zar the king had set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="8"&gt;8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; ¶ Wherefore at that time certain Chalde'ans came near, and accused the  Jews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="9"&gt;9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; They spake and said to the king Nebuchadnez'zar, O king, live for ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="10"&gt;10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; Thou, O king, hast made a decree, that every man that shall hear the  sound of the cornet, flute, harp, sackbut, psaltery, and dulcimer, and  all kinds of music, shall fall down and worship the golden image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="11"&gt;11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; and whoso falleth not down and worshippeth, &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; he should be  cast into the midst of a burning fiery furnace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="12"&gt;12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; There are certain Jews whom thou hast set over the affairs of the  province of Babylon, Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed'nego; these men, O  king, have not regarded thee: they serve not thy gods, nor worship the  golden image which thou hast set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="13"&gt;13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; ¶ Then Nebuchadnez'zar in &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; rage and fury commanded to bring  Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed'nego. Then they brought these men before the  king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="14"&gt;14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; Nebuchadnez'zar spake and said unto them, &lt;i&gt;Is it&lt;/i&gt; true, O Shadrach,  Meshach, and Abed'nego? do not ye serve my gods, nor worship the golden  image which I have set up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="15"&gt;15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; Now if ye be ready that at what time ye hear the sound of the cornet,  flute, harp, sackbut, psaltery, and dulcimer, and all kinds of music, ye  fall down and worship the image which I have made; &lt;i&gt;well:&lt;/i&gt; but if  ye worship not, ye shall be cast the same hour into the midst of a  burning fiery furnace; and who &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; that God that shall deliver you  out of my hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="16"&gt;16&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; ¶ Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed'nego, answered and said to the king, O  Nebuchadnez'zar, we &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; not careful to answer thee in this  matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="17"&gt;17&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; If it be &lt;i&gt;so,&lt;/i&gt; our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the  burning fiery furnace, and he will deliver &lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt; out of thine hand,  O king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="18"&gt;18&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; But if not, be it known unto thee, O king, that we will not serve thy  gods, nor worship the golden image which thou hast set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="19"&gt;19&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; ¶ Then was Nebuchadnez'zar full of fury, and the form of his visage was  changed against Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed'nego: &lt;i&gt;therefore&lt;/i&gt; he  spake, and commanded that they should heat the furnace one seven times  more than it was wont to be heated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="20"&gt;20&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; And he commanded the most mighty men that &lt;i&gt;were&lt;/i&gt; in his army to  bind Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed'nego, &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; to cast &lt;i&gt;them&lt;/i&gt;  into the burning fiery furnace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="21"&gt;21&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; Then these men were bound in their coats, their hose, and their hats,  and their &lt;i&gt;other&lt;/i&gt; garments, and were cast into the midst of the  burning fiery furnace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="22"&gt;22&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; Therefore because the king's commandment was urgent, and the furnace  exceeding hot, the flame of the fire slew those men that took up  Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed'nego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="23"&gt;23&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; And these three men, Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed'nego, fell down bound  into the midst of the burning fiery furnace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="24"&gt;24&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; ¶ Then Nebuchadnez'zar the king was astonished, and rose up in haste, &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt;  spake, and said unto his counselors, Did not we cast three men bound  into the midst of the fire? They answered and said unto the king, True, O  king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="25"&gt;25&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; He answered and said, Lo, I see four men loose, walking in the midst of  the fire, and they have no hurt; and the form of the fourth is like the  Son of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="26"&gt;26&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; ¶ Then Nebuchadnez'zar came near to the mouth of the burning fiery  furnace, &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; spake, and said, Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed'nego,  ye servants of the most high God, come forth, and come &lt;i&gt;hither.&lt;/i&gt;  Then Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed'nego, came forth of the midst of the  fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="27"&gt;27&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; And the princes, governors, and captains, and the king's counselors,  being gathered together, saw these men, upon whose bodies the fire had  no power, nor was a hair of their head singed, neither were their coats  changed, nor the smell of fire had passed on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="28"&gt;28&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; &lt;i&gt;Then&lt;/i&gt; Nebuchadnez'zar spake, and said, Blessed &lt;i&gt;be&lt;/i&gt; the God  of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed'nego, who hath sent his angel, and  delivered his servants that trusted in him, and have changed the king's  word, and yielded their bodies, that they might not serve nor worship  any god, except their own God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="29"&gt;29&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; Therefore I make a decree, That every people, nation, and language,  which speak any thing amiss against the God of Shadrach, Meshach, and  Abed'nego, shall be cut in pieces, and their houses shall be made a  dunghill; because there is no other God that can deliver after this  sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top" width="5%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="" name="30"&gt;30&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="95%"&gt; Then the king promoted Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed'nego, in the province  of Babylon.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-4332971855029519810?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4332971855029519810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=4332971855029519810' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4332971855029519810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4332971855029519810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-doesnt-get-much-better-than-this.html' title='It doesn&apos;t get much better than this....'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-7590334852785554905</id><published>2010-05-26T15:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T15:22:11.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving isn't everything these days - what's been going on w/us....</title><content type='html'>Well, the move is still on - sort of....everything is out of the old house, but we're not done there yet, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cleaning crew came and cleaned inside the house - in the process somehow the baby gate on the hallway ended up off the wall and in the garage leaving a chunk missing from the wall...um....hello? The gates were there when we moved in and we intended to leave them right where we found them (and used them a lot in the past 3 years). So, I have that little issue to deal w/with the cleaning folks as well as the fact that they did not clean the attached garage, which should have been included in the cleaning. I'm waiting on a call to tell me what day they plan to go back out and take care of that. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after the cleaning crew was there, the carpet folks came - grape slush stain - annihilated - hooray! The carpet looks fabulous - better than when we moved in which is amazing - I am sooo thankful for this - the crazy house had carpet under the dining room table - think 5 children - wet fruit loops coming in contact w/light beige carpet.....ketchup spills....you name it, it happened. Yay for the carpet people - totally worth the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yard guy did his thing last week and should be back next week for an extra mowing just to make sure things look good for our final exit. The heat is starting to take its toll though - the yard was looking great about 2 weeks ago and today when I went by, I saw some burnt areas - sigh - scheduled the sprinkler to run and took off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be going back tomorrow to set out the recycling bin that is full of cardboard boxes and replace a few lightbulbs that have gone out in the past few weeks during the moving process and leaving the extras there. Also, weeding the flower bed and spreading the one bag of mulch we had left over there around and that's IT - I'm soooo tired of fooling w/that house at this point. If we get any of our deposit back, great, if we don't, well, I can't say it's not from trying to do our best to leave the house in as good a shape as we were able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to more cheery things - the new house.....is a mess.&amp;nbsp; :) I've been spending so much time going back and forth to the old house to do things that nothing has been getting done at the new house - FRUSTRATING - but soon, soon, we'll be done w/the old house and I can get working on the new one. I did buy a shower curtain for the girls' bathroom - that's something, right?&amp;nbsp; :) And today at Walmart the girls and I decided on the rest of the color scheme for their bathroom - now, to implement it! Sometime....and the boys' bathroom...and the hall bathroom and ours....well, they'll wait for a bit I guess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more fun - I found out last night that the local library was having a book sale - so I added that to our list of things to do today and we went - got library cards while we were there and perused the sale - we found some goodies and brought home a bag of books for a whopping $5 - fantastic! The girls were thrilled to find some Boxcar Children books - a few piano books, also a few Nancy Drew, and some American Girl books as well - the boys picked up some as well and I got some books for school - never can have too many books, we say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_2CMAv4LdI/AAAAAAAACAM/cv4o1xc0fkU/s1600/booksale.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_2CMAv4LdI/AAAAAAAACAM/cv4o1xc0fkU/s400/booksale.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's the long and short of it for us the past few days....what's been going on w/you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-7590334852785554905?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7590334852785554905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=7590334852785554905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7590334852785554905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7590334852785554905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/05/moving-isnt-everything-these-days-whats.html' title='Moving isn&apos;t everything these days - what&apos;s been going on w/us....'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_2CMAv4LdI/AAAAAAAACAM/cv4o1xc0fkU/s72-c/booksale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-1904960980530010467</id><published>2010-05-21T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T15:18:51.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. A is 4 years old!</title><content type='html'>Mr. A is now 4 - where does the time go to? When we moved from So. TX, he was just a tiny baby - I can't believe it's been 4 years already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a BUNDLE of energy...has a great deal of lung power, ie, VOLUME and doesn't let any of his older siblings push him around. He is a MESS, but a good one. He is ALL boy and ALL sweetness. He is a delight to us all - Happy Birthday My Sweet Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake...and no, I can't take credit for this one - the bakery at Target fixed it up for us... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_bosZawyxI/AAAAAAAACAE/O4bbQ2klb4g/s1600/mra_bdaycake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_bosZawyxI/AAAAAAAACAE/O4bbQ2klb4g/s320/mra_bdaycake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mr. A checking things out from one angle.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_borfJobUI/AAAAAAAAB_8/tGX1BhOvcFQ/s1600/mra_bdaycake2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_borfJobUI/AAAAAAAAB_8/tGX1BhOvcFQ/s320/mra_bdaycake2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;...and then the other.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_boqUAv34I/AAAAAAAAB_0/_BCJ6DNregw/s1600/mra_bdaycake3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_boqUAv34I/AAAAAAAAB_0/_BCJ6DNregw/s320/mra_bdaycake3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mr. A:&amp;nbsp; "Looks good, thanks Mama and Daddy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_bopjFGe0I/AAAAAAAAB_s/1GjxrbxZ8ls/s1600/mra_bdaycake4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_bopjFGe0I/AAAAAAAAB_s/1GjxrbxZ8ls/s320/mra_bdaycake4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Time to blow out the candles...candle....hey, we just moved, I was glad to remember to get a candle at the store! I won't even tell you how we got it lit without matches...ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_booj8QfZI/AAAAAAAAB_k/iQl83s2jOJc/s1600/mra_bdaycake5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_booj8QfZI/AAAAAAAAB_k/iQl83s2jOJc/s320/mra_bdaycake5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Miss Baby enjoying some cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_bon7_F7iI/AAAAAAAAB_c/RUd_ThJQsG0/s1600/mra_bday_missbaby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_bon7_F7iI/AAAAAAAAB_c/RUd_ThJQsG0/s320/mra_bday_missbaby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Whoa, an Iron Man mask! (the children have not seen Iron Man 1 or 2, but the mask looked pretty cool at the store, and, well, here 'tis!)&amp;nbsp; Doesn't Mr. A look....less than frightening?&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_bonEg8YHI/AAAAAAAAB_U/lCBXYp2VeHI/s1600/mra_bday_mask.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_bonEg8YHI/AAAAAAAAB_U/lCBXYp2VeHI/s320/mra_bday_mask.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mr. A - "neat, Bumblebee!"&lt;br /&gt;Miss A - "ha ha ha ha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, not to take away from Mr. A here, but what IS Miss A laughing and pointing at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_bolH73sYI/AAAAAAAAB_E/rbh77BCN1qI/s1600/mra_bday_bumblebee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_bolH73sYI/AAAAAAAAB_E/rbh77BCN1qI/s320/mra_bday_bumblebee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;OH MY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_bomAVrsVI/AAAAAAAAB_M/45T2P7ww06s/s1600/mra_bday_mask_daddy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_bomAVrsVI/AAAAAAAAB_M/45T2P7ww06s/s320/mra_bday_mask_daddy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now THAT is a bit scarey.....I don't remember Iron Man having a beard...and...glasses...ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_bokK-UeBI/AAAAAAAAB-8/aCCIvW4o2kA/s1600/mra_bday_daddy_mask.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_bokK-UeBI/AAAAAAAAB-8/aCCIvW4o2kA/s320/mra_bday_daddy_mask.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aren't these expressions PRICELESS???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_bojWAJpNI/AAAAAAAAB-0/UPUq6IUrFuI/s1600/mra_bday_rc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_bojWAJpNI/AAAAAAAAB-0/UPUq6IUrFuI/s320/mra_bday_rc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mr. A: "Whoa!!!&amp;nbsp; An RC RC!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We can't wait for Toy Story 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_boiVtN2pI/AAAAAAAAB-s/UKzpaZGu42E/s1600/mra_bday_rc2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_boiVtN2pI/AAAAAAAAB-s/UKzpaZGu42E/s320/mra_bday_rc2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ta-da! Birthday present time is over, TIME TO PLAY!&lt;br /&gt;Now, what about that basketball....for some reason when we asked Mr. A what he'd like for his bday, he just popped off with "a basketball" - uh....o.k.&lt;br /&gt;And that little red/black thing on the table....his VERY OWN wallet :) He wanted to be just like his Daddy and big brother :) Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_bohnUMEgI/AAAAAAAAB-k/hpGqHBHyRM4/s1600/mra_bday_all.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_bohnUMEgI/AAAAAAAAB-k/hpGqHBHyRM4/s320/mra_bday_all.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR. A!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-1904960980530010467?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1904960980530010467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=1904960980530010467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/1904960980530010467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/1904960980530010467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/05/mr-is-4-years-old.html' title='Mr. A is 4 years old!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_bosZawyxI/AAAAAAAACAE/O4bbQ2klb4g/s72-c/mra_bdaycake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-9166152678499291627</id><published>2010-05-19T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T23:01:59.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, since you're obviously on pins and needles re: my laundry room attraction...</title><content type='html'>I posted the other day re: why my laundry room has been so full lately...of company....and here's the reason why.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_Sz5LVqcEI/AAAAAAAAB-c/f3clokcRpSk/s1600/kittens.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_Sz5LVqcEI/AAAAAAAAB-c/f3clokcRpSk/s320/kittens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a fit of insanity....or something....we brought home these 2 little sweeties last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I never went to vet school, I do not pretend to be sure if they are boys or girls, but maintain that they are, indeed, boys or girls....or one of each....whatever, the vet can tell me for sure....I have my suspicions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are named:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Merry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black tabby - Pippin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, NO ONE here likes the LOTR Trilogy. Nope, no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since they entered the house, and later the confines of the laundry room to be sure they were on their P's and Q's re: litter box 101, it's been a very popular place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if only I could get the children to do a load of laundry w/every visit....but then they'd have to be tall enough to get the clothes out of the washer...and I'd have to trust them to treat stains properly...and....well...nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-9166152678499291627?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9166152678499291627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=9166152678499291627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/9166152678499291627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/9166152678499291627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/05/well-since-youre-obviously-on-pins-and.html' title='Well, since you&apos;re obviously on pins and needles re: my laundry room attraction...'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S_Sz5LVqcEI/AAAAAAAAB-c/f3clokcRpSk/s72-c/kittens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-7149462626553357076</id><published>2010-05-18T14:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T14:03:33.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a hypocrite, hear me ROAR!</title><content type='html'>O.K. I think...maybe...perhaps...possibly...I'm going to (gulp) sign up on.....&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Ok, get off the floor and back into your chair....geesh, I could hear the thud all the way over here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, I have long talked of my dislike, nay, disdain of said venue, moaned and groaned about how no one really communicates any more, EXCEPT on Facebook....been upset to find out information about close kindred that was posted to the world on Facebook and never told to me by said kinsmen, but then who am I.....hmm, getting too philosophical here....back to it.....said I would N-E-V-E-R get on Facebook.....and now....for reasons that I will keep to myself, because come on, you have to keep some things to yourself, right? I am considering.....thinking about.....might....sign onto Facebook. So....all you Facebookites, share your tips and tricks to get me up to speed on how it all works and I'll be grateful because you know I don't like things to be too difficult and good grief, it's not like I have tons of time on my hands....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what will come of it. Probably nothing. I will have 0 friends, to be sure, no one will want to 'be my friend" - I will no doubt.....diminish, and go into the West, and remain CAB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-7149462626553357076?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7149462626553357076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=7149462626553357076' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7149462626553357076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7149462626553357076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-hypocrite-hear-me-roar.html' title='I&apos;m a hypocrite, hear me ROAR!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-3534415130833165512</id><published>2010-05-17T16:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T16:35:57.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've never had so much company in the laundry room before....</title><content type='html'>Can you guess why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-3534415130833165512?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3534415130833165512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=3534415130833165512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/3534415130833165512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/3534415130833165512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-never-had-so-much-company-in.html' title='I&apos;ve never had so much company in the laundry room before....'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-3824002954892563172</id><published>2010-05-14T15:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:54:11.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have we been?</title><content type='html'>Well, here, there, and yonder, but tonight we will head out to a local church building for the girls to have their Spring Piano Recital!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss E has the honor of being selected to play "The Star Spangled Banner" to open the recital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss A is a few pieces down from the beginning with her "Harmonica Medley" consisting of "O When the Saints" and "America".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is self-taught on the harmonica and her teacher graciously agreed to let Miss A play at the piano recital!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss E is playing 2 pieces that she composed - "Spooky Attic" and "Waltzing Fairies" - then another later on by Bach, "Minuet",&amp;nbsp; and toward the end of the program, "Minuet in G Major" by Bach also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss A is also playing a piece she composed, "Quiet Moonlight" and then later in the program will play "Sonatina for a Wooly Worm" by Samuel A. Ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls will be giving short speeches preceding each of their pieces to share a bit about the composers. They have been practicing them the past few days and I think they are going to do very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soooooo wish I knew what I did w/the video camera when I packed up the house last week. I should've known. Thankfully the piano teacher's husband is supposed to be videoing it - I hope it won't be long 'til we get a copy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we're mostly moved in - we are certainly moved in as far as living in the new house, but we do still have some things at the old house, mostly stuff in the garage and back yard. We might be able to go and get the rest tomorrow, Saturday, but it will depend on if we can find anyone to help CKB lift the heavy stuff from the back. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have time for right now - we've been busy, are busy, and no doubt will continue to BE busy! What have you been up to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-3824002954892563172?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3824002954892563172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=3824002954892563172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/3824002954892563172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/3824002954892563172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-have-we-been.html' title='Where have we been?'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-5247198083847029092</id><published>2010-04-28T10:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T10:54:45.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Out - what else do you do the first night in a new house?</title><content type='html'>As we'd promised the children, we camped out in the new house the night of closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, what else do you do in an empty house? Bring along the laptop and a movie to watch before bed!&lt;br /&gt;Miss Baby was already asleep in her pack 'n play when this picture was taken - camping out is one of the children's favorite activities...we'll see how they like real camping when we finally get around to planning a trip to do so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S9haMh2nK7I/AAAAAAAAB-I/8fHFGJFB0pw/s1600/campout_newhouse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S9haMh2nK7I/AAAAAAAAB-I/8fHFGJFB0pw/s400/campout_newhouse.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, just so you know....camping out...on the floor...is for young children...not grown adults....and, well, even with a brand new air mattress it isn't that comfortable - I think we got a dud, it was deflating throughout the night - oh, my poor back/neck/shoulders....well, you get the picture. Needless to say, we slept in the old house last night and it was sooo good to be back in my own bed! No more sleeping at the new house until the beds are moved over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-5247198083847029092?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5247198083847029092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=5247198083847029092' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5247198083847029092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5247198083847029092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/camping-out-what-else-do-you-do-first.html' title='Camping Out - what else do you do the first night in a new house?'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S9haMh2nK7I/AAAAAAAAB-I/8fHFGJFB0pw/s72-c/campout_newhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-4190178954666752880</id><published>2010-04-27T17:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T17:40:43.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing Day on the House - everything's an adventure!</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally broke down and asked a friend w/3 children of her own and one due in July if she'd be so incredibly fabulous and kind as to watch my 5 as well for a few hours while I went to the closing. She very graciously agreed - I owe her BIG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed off to the closing and got there right on time - an hour drive - CKB had just pulled in the parking lot before I did, perfect timing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed into the building where our realtor was waiting for us. She is a very sweet lady who has persevered with us for a couple of years while we looked and looked off and on, changed our minds a few times about what we wanted to look at, revised our real estate searches, etc. etc. etc. and finally it was coming to fruition - all her hard work would finally pay off, literally, and she even brought us a gift for our new home - what a sweet gesture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing, or as I like to think of it as "How to Ruin Your Lovely Signature in Just Under an Hour" - took....just under an hour.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'd allowed for it to take 2 hours with my very kind friend, plus an hour's drive time there and an hour back, I felt comfortable grabbing a quick bite to eat w/CKB to celebrate and it was lunchtime after all. We went to a restaurant just down the street that was touted as being "very nice" by our closing person...not sure what her title was, but she was not the person we'd been working with to get the paperwork done all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was right, it was a very nice place and we enjoyed a fantastic lunch. We don't often eat a quiet meal, just the two of us and since we planned to celebrate w/the children later in the day, we didn't feel tooooo guilty :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished lunch in just under an hour as well and CKB headed back to work as I headed back to the house, intending to swing by and get the keys to the house on the way. Well, the best laid plans, right? I got a flat tire as I was driving along....oh joy....I pulled off on the side of the very busy road I was traveling down and got out the air compressor/pump/whatever it is and commenced airing up the tire intending to go down to the next turn and get some Fix a Flat so I could get home. 5 - 10 - 15 mn. later and the tire was not inflating. Fabulous. I called and talked to CKB about it and then called roadside assistance - estimate 30 mn. 'til someone would be there. Fun. Called my friend at the house and told her what was going on - turns out she needed to be somewhere at 3:45.....yikes....told her I hoped to be back on the road soon and how incredibly sorry I was for the delay. Tow truck guy showed up in about 10 mn. and changed the tire quickly, aired up the spare, and I was on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lest you think I just call roadside assistance any old time, I will take this opportunity to inform you that my Dad taught me how to change a tire way back when and I would've done it myself if it wasn't for a couple of factors...1. I couldn't get the lugnuts off - they were too tight...ahem...and 2. People were flying down this highway/road at over 60 miles an hour right alongside the shoulder where I was parked and I didn't relish the thought of becoming a human pancake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuf said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....back on the road, racing home at a riveting 50 mph because I don't want the donut to explode and finally get home, in the nick of time for said friend and her 3 child crew to head out and get to where they needed to be just in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CKB got the keys on his way home, we met him at the new house and the rest will be in another post.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-4190178954666752880?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4190178954666752880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=4190178954666752880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4190178954666752880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4190178954666752880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/closing-day-on-house-everythings.html' title='Closing Day on the House - everything&apos;s an adventure!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-8052003250370380712</id><published>2010-04-24T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:28:32.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping for a new refrigerator - a day long journey</title><content type='html'>Well, we spent the better part of the day shopping for a new fridge and  finally found the one we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started at Lowe's and looked  at the french door top/freezer &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1272169456_0"&gt;bottom type&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Then looked at the side by  sides briefly before looking at the freezer on top, fridge on bottom,  standard type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We compared sizes, noting that the side by side  generally gave us more cubic feet, but I questioned whether or not we  truly were gaining anything since they all pretty much had the ice maker  in them w/the water/ice dispenser and that seemed to take up a ton of  space (like the one we have currently).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked at the french  door on top/freezer on bottom some more and decided against them - a few  reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. price&lt;br /&gt;2. the children are young (9, 8, 6, 4,  1) and in the interest of  self-sufficiency at times they need to be able to access things in the  fridge - if the fridge is up top/high they can't reach most everything  in there.&lt;br /&gt;3. I didn't like how much I had to lean over to get things  in the freezer area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....after looking, we left and went to  Best Buy to compare models, etc. Very disappointed w/the selection  there, didn't stay long. Also, a delivery fee on top of the price of  the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1272169456_1"&gt;Home Depot&lt;/span&gt;. Started feeling like we were  getting closer to a decision, but I confess, I started waffling a little  and leaning back toward the side by side again - the in door water  dispenser/ice dispenser IS nice. BUT, we do have a water cooler  thingamajig that you put the 5 or 3 gallon jugs of water on top of and then  can get hot, room temp or &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1272169456_2"&gt;cold  water&lt;/span&gt; from....the water line on the back of our side by side was destroyed when we moved 3 years ago and we got the water cooler  then - so we could still use  it and just wouldn't have the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1272169456_3"&gt;crushed ice&lt;/span&gt; option. Just about decided on a  freezer top/fridge bottom, but weren't sure so we decided one more stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went  to the SEARS appliance center (mind you, these are all either in the  same shopping center or on the opposite side of the road in another  center, so we weren't traveling far - thank goodness, BUT were taking 5  children in/out of each of these places and probably had about 5 potty  trips all together - I so need to find a nanny/sitter/etc. that I can  count on being there when I need her!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in SEARS, we were  pretty much leaning toward a freezer top/fridge bottom - had the  salesman see when they could get it for us - found out it would be an  additional $35 for the ice maker and then $65 more for delivery which  impacted the price considerably - guy said they could get it to us in a  week, we really were hoping for Tuesday - we close on our house Monday  and are very much ready to be in it  already! We decided to take one more look back at Lowe's at one that  was very similar to the one we had looked at in SEARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back  to Lowe's - looked at said fridge, salesman came up to see if we had  questions - asked about delivery - FREE. He told us that the one we were  looking at was actually being clearanced out - he'd been looking into  it for a guy earlier that day - and it would be 10% off. That sounded  good. We had looked online before arriving at the store that morning and  seen a coupon for 10% off for moving and asked if it'd be possible to  use that since I hadn't printed it out - he said, let me see. He came  back, said "How about we just make it 20% off?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what's to  be delivered at our new house &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1272169456_4" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;"&gt;on Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we ended up going  with the freezer on top/ fridge on bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  price&lt;br /&gt;2. ease of access for children&lt;br /&gt;3. wider shelves - I usually  buy about 4 gallons of milk at a time and was  hard pressed to fit them and juice and whatever other drink we might  like to have on hand on those narrow shelves in the side by side.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Don't really *need* the on door ice/water dispenser - it will have an  ice maker inside and we have the water cooler. No crushed ice for me,  but that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone actually read this? :) Maybe in another 10 years, if this one conks out,  we'll consider the freezer at the bottom model since the children will  be taller then ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What style fridge do you have and what do you like/dislike about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-8052003250370380712?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/8052003250370380712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=8052003250370380712' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/8052003250370380712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/8052003250370380712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/shopping-for-new-refrigerator-day-long.html' title='Shopping for a new refrigerator - a day long journey'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-185317754955188964</id><published>2010-04-24T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T11:17:38.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flip flops or sandals?</title><content type='html'>Such a dilemna - I see so many cute pairs of flip flops (I even finally let the girls get a pair - of course everywhere we go they are constantly stopping because the flip flops are flying off their feet - I knew that would happen....), but I just can't bring myself to get any. I have tried them before, and my big toe and its neighbor have had to stand up for the skin between and "Just say no!" - they hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know how folks can wear them....but I see them EV-ERY-WHERE - so I guess other folks just have tougher feet or enjoy foot pain...or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it came up again yesterday when I went sandal shopping and I just thought y'all would want to know ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-185317754955188964?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/185317754955188964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=185317754955188964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/185317754955188964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/185317754955188964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/flip-flops-or-sandals.html' title='Flip flops or sandals?'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-2296075391773671278</id><published>2010-04-23T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T12:21:42.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Times...they are a changin'</title><content type='html'>Sigh. Today I sold our double stroller. We hardly ever used it when I got it about 6 years ago and with our move coming up, it was time. The girl who bought it has a 5 mo. old and her Mom watches a 1 year old as well. I hope they will get a lot of use out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My babies are growing up...sniff sniff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-2296075391773671278?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2296075391773671278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=2296075391773671278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2296075391773671278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2296075391773671278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/timesthey-are-changin.html' title='Times...they are a changin&apos;'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-5991274464688957174</id><published>2010-04-23T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T07:38:46.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Monday...</title><content type='html'>We got word yesterday that we should be able to close on the new house on Monday! Hurray! Now, we'll see if that pans out, still a few details to work out, like finding a sitter for the children Monday, making sure CKB can get off work for a few hours, etc. etc. Nothing is ever simple :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-5991274464688957174?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5991274464688957174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=5991274464688957174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5991274464688957174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5991274464688957174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/monday-monday.html' title='Monday, Monday...'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-2333004044638682642</id><published>2010-04-22T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:29:47.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing with the Stars</title><content type='html'>If you're a fan of this show, well, this probably isn't the blog post for you so just go on and leave right now before you get your dander up or whatever that expression is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, we were getting the children ready for bed and before heading out of the den, Miss Baby flipped the tv on - since we were planning to watch something when we came back, we just left it on. After getting Miss Baby in bed, I came back in the den only to find "Dancing with the Stars" was coming to an end. I do not watch this show, nor have the slightest interest in it and quite frankly couldn't even tell who the "stars" were when they panned over the "contestants" that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say this about the show however....it is a shame that one woman in particular, I have no idea what her name is/was, felt it necessary to display practically her entire body to the world on national tv in the most ridiculous get up that could even deign to be described as a "dress" that I think I've ever seen. And it didn't appear that this past week was the only outfit she'd worn of the type as apparently she and her partner were leaving the show and they showed short clips from shows past and just about every other outfit was extremely revealing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened to modesty? Do people even think when they look in the mirror any more about how they appear? What their clothing says to those who see them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lesson learned - don't just leave the tv on - you never know what might come on, even a primetime network channel which used to be a lot safer of a thing to watch. I'm very glad the children were in their rooms and didn't wander in and see the "half naked" woman on tv. I can only imagine the questions and comments that would've ensued from seeing such a display.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-2333004044638682642?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2333004044638682642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=2333004044638682642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2333004044638682642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2333004044638682642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/dancing-with-stars.html' title='Dancing with the Stars'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-7455491648989070103</id><published>2010-04-21T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T11:21:01.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacuuming - what a delight!</title><content type='html'>Today we have someone coming out from the rental company to peruse the property and put the lockbox on the front door. Thus begins the unpleasant time. Any day of the week, just about any time of day, someone could be coming to see the house. We will get a "courtesy call" with as much notice as possible - maybe a couple of hours, maybe not even that much, before said people show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I have to decide, to leave or not to leave. I detest having people in the house w/o us here. As Miss A said this morning - what if they steal something? Well, that's the risk we take. I soooo look forward to owning our own home again. Of course, whenever we would sell that home, we'd have to go through this again, just for selling, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being here is a pain because I feel self-conscious about the state of the house - all the "stuff" - etc.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving, I worry about what's going on here while we're away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were looking for a house and going to see one, one of the children started to go toward the toys in the house we were looking at. We told said child not to touch, that those were not our toys. The realtor showing us the house, contradicted us and said "Oh, it's ok, go ahead and play" - uh...no, I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....anyway. I spent part of the morning vacuuming the entire house and cleaning a bathroom....now to clean off the table from breakfast and put up laundry from the den. Miss Baby is napping now and as soon as those 2 things are done, and she wakes up, we are leaving and I'm going to try not to worry about this person coming into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we please have our closing date and move already? Please?&amp;nbsp; :) Soon, I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-7455491648989070103?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7455491648989070103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=7455491648989070103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7455491648989070103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7455491648989070103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/vacuuming-what-delight.html' title='Vacuuming - what a delight!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-2965550011327935575</id><published>2010-04-20T10:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T11:17:42.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for fun - Homeschoolers "I Will Survive"</title><content type='html'>This made me chuckle - we're taking a semi-break today and yesterday from everything but History, Geography, Literature, and Art and found this video from some homeschool Moms funny - enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the direct link in case too much of it is being chopped off on the right - this was the smallest size for embedding it and still some of it is "off the screen" on the right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rIOogqa-5GA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rIOogqa-5GA&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="580"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rIOogqa-5GA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rIOogqa-5GA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-2965550011327935575?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2965550011327935575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=2965550011327935575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2965550011327935575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2965550011327935575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-for-fun-homeschoolers-i-will.html' title='Just for fun - Homeschoolers &quot;I Will Survive&quot;'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-7280848970550649060</id><published>2010-04-20T09:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T09:11:52.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...and busier</title><content type='html'>I got a call yesterday from the rental company saying a lady would be coming out Wednesday, tomorrow, to view the property and take pictures so they could get the house on the market again (the lease is up the end of May and their goal is to have someone move in the mn. we leave).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked if she had pictures from BEFORE we moved in that she could use because we've already started going through stuff and packing a little and there was a lot of stuff and it wasn't exactly neat. She said, yes, but since it'd been 3 years, they needed to take some new ones too - well, whatever, I warned her. And yes, THREE YEARS????? I can hardly believe we've been here in this house for 3 years, that was never the plan, but anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for closing on the new house - still waiting for "the call" with the date. Soon, soon, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....plans changed yesterday - cancelled dinner for tonight and am rescheduling (thankful for understanding dinner guests!) - night is the only time I can get much of anything done and we needed both last night and tonight to "tidy up" before "the visit" tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accomplishments from last night.....front hall, dining room, hall desk area, boys' room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today - hoping to get the kitchen straightened up, vacuum areas that were tidied up last night (didn't want to wake Miss Baby last night w/the vacuum) - also the den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today - also the girls will be working on their room....probably all day :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (while trying to accomplish the impossible of not allowing new messes to be created by any of the children -&amp;nbsp; HA HA HA HA HA HA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight - CKB here - work on our room and then try to relax about the whole thing and not worry about it any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that all sound like so much fun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-7280848970550649060?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7280848970550649060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=7280848970550649060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7280848970550649060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7280848970550649060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-busier.html' title='...and busier'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-7684672438067401707</id><published>2010-04-19T09:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:01:12.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busier week than usual...and packing must begin sometime</title><content type='html'>This will prove to be a little bit of a busier week than usual for us. We have dr. appointments, company coming for dinner, and a fun outing toward the end of the week, not to mention piano lessons and all the regular things we must do each day around here. On top of all of that, somewhere along the way some packing needs to be happening so it all doesn't have to be done at the last minute! Oh yes, and spreading some "weed 'n feed" onto the yard to try and combat all the new weeds that have sprouted in the yard since we are "supposed to leave the yard better than it was when we moved in" - uh huh - it was a disaster when we moved in and the weeds currently growing are an improvement over what it looked like, but somehow I don't think that'll matter to the rental company, they'll just be looking for a "nice yard" - so....we spread stuff on the yard and hope for some improvement over the course of the next month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's goal - pack up all of the school stuff that we don't need for the remainder of the school "year" and tidy up for company tomorrow! Also, put out weed killer/turf builder. Fun fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your plate for today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;UPDATE - lawn has been treated - yeehaw- something accomplished!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-7684672438067401707?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7684672438067401707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=7684672438067401707' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7684672438067401707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7684672438067401707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/busier-week-than-usualand-packing-must.html' title='Busier week than usual...and packing must begin sometime'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-2518776133494718671</id><published>2010-04-17T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:39:44.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning for 4 hours every day - no way.....but wait...</title><content type='html'>A few years back, I think it was, I saw part of an episode of "The Wife Swap" - now, while I do not like the premise of this show AT ALL, I was intrigued by the promo that showed this woman cleaning and cleaning for FOUR HOURS EVERY DAY....uh....huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered what on earth she was doing for 4 hours EVERY DAY and this turned out to be a woman who did NOT have anyone at home w/her all day (like us homeschool mamas or moms of wee ones not yet going off to public schools)......I was amazed....wondering what on earth she could possibly have to do for cleaning that required 4 hours....EVERY DAY....did I mention the show said she did this EVERY DAY????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched in amazement as she cleaned where there appeared to be nothing to clean....and thought her insane and changed the channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today......I thought to myself that maybe, just maybe, JUST maybe, if *I* cleaned our house for 4 hours every day, MAYBE it'd BE clean. But, guess what? After ONE day of cleaning for what seems to have been the better part of the day.....it's still not clean and...ahem....I packed half a box. We're supposed to close in about 2 weeks on the new house and this house is a big, huge, clutter-filled mess....at least to my eyes...and since I'm here all the time...looking at said mess....well, that's what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never claimed to be a perfect housekeeper, not by a long shot. I look at magazine pictures of "rooms" and think, wow, what a pretty room.....but then CKB reminds me that noone really lives there. Yeah, yeah, I know. I see tv shows w/pretty, neat houses and think, wow, I wish our house could look like that....but do I really? I trip over countless toys and wish the children would pick up SOMETHING without me telling them to.....repeatedly.....sometimes distractedly......resulting in a higher pitch to my telling....some of you would call it screaming, but I'm a Southern lady and well, I don't do that...ahem.......but then I think it won't be any time at all and my babies won't be babies any more and the toys will be gone.....and I think it's not that bad....really, it's not.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, still, I long for some sense of order....a place for everything and everything in its place....w/o me always being the one to put it there.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it ever happen? Probably not.....&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Will I ever learn to live with it? I don't know.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live here. Allllll the time. Not just in the mornings and after work/school.....alll the time.....the house will look lived in....it has to...it can't do anything but look lived in.....and so we go on.....messes are made....some get cleaned up....some wait for another day...month....monthS....ahem......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is and probably ever shall be......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still wish sometimes it could just stay clean/tidy for a little while...WITHOUT me attempting to clean for 4 hours every day....because, well, we all know THAT just isn't going to happen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are my ramblings after a day of trying to get something done around here....funny thing is all the other stuff still has to get done whilst trying to do all this organizing/cleaning/etc....like laundry, meals, dishes, caring for the children.....it's a wonder I get *anything* done.....ah well.&amp;nbsp; I suppose, when it comes down to it, and it's time to move...if we have to, we'll just throw everything in the truck and deal w/it later.....whenever that is.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-2518776133494718671?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2518776133494718671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=2518776133494718671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2518776133494718671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2518776133494718671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/cleaning-for-4-hours-every-day-no.html' title='Cleaning for 4 hours every day - no way.....but wait...'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-2350240044733015346</id><published>2010-04-16T09:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T09:16:34.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stove it, please</title><content type='html'>No, that's not a typo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss A wanted to know if today I would "stove" her leftover food from last night so she could have it at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at this and corrected her - telling her that I would "heat it up" or "warm it up" or "microwave it"&amp;nbsp; ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....microwave it....stove it......ahhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, honey, I'll stove it for you :)&amp;nbsp; English is indeed a funny language sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-2350240044733015346?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2350240044733015346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=2350240044733015346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2350240044733015346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2350240044733015346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/stove-it-please.html' title='Stove it, please'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-3301458279147712478</id><published>2010-04-15T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T14:20:57.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st walk through on house!</title><content type='html'>Today is a long awaited day! The house is finished (we got to peek in last weekend and it was done then!) and we have our first walk-through with the builder today! He'll go over every nook and cranny of the house with us and then we'll note anything we see that needs a little TLC to get it up to snuff, so to speak :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll make any needed repairs, etc. and then we'll be scheduled for a 2nd walk-through very soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hopin' there isn't much that needs to be done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-3301458279147712478?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3301458279147712478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=3301458279147712478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/3301458279147712478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/3301458279147712478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/1st-walk-through-on-house.html' title='1st walk through on house!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-3008637196190767287</id><published>2010-04-13T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T18:29:18.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paddle to the Sea  - a recent History read in Tapestry of Grace Year 2 Unit 3 Week 26</title><content type='html'>We recently read "Paddle to the Sea" by Holling Clancy Holling in our Tapestry of Grace curriculum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited to find out there is a short film based on it and we watched it tonight. The children all enjoyed it and Miss Baby even watched :) This link will take you to the page showing information about the book and below that the link to download the movie and watch it. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nighttrainfilms.net/NTFWEB/NTFPages/PaddleToTheSea/index.htm"&gt;PaddleToTheSea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if anyone knows of a film based on "Pipe, Paddle, and Song" - please let me know! The children are asking for that now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-3008637196190767287?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3008637196190767287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=3008637196190767287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/3008637196190767287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/3008637196190767287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/paddle-to-sea-recent-history-read-in.html' title='Paddle to the Sea  - a recent History read in Tapestry of Grace Year 2 Unit 3 Week 26'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-1448246345925522395</id><published>2010-04-13T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T15:28:30.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For what it's worth - more scary stuff - SpongeBob</title><content type='html'>It occurred to me, after posting about &lt;a href="http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-plain-scarey-h-r-pufnstuf.html"&gt;Pufnstuf&lt;/a&gt;, that I would say the same thing " just plain scary " about a LOT of the things billed as children's fare in today's world. SpongeBob comes to mind...there are many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-1448246345925522395?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/1448246345925522395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=1448246345925522395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/1448246345925522395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/1448246345925522395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/for-what-its-worth-more-scary-stuff.html' title='For what it&apos;s worth - more scary stuff - SpongeBob'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-4720387630619472576</id><published>2010-04-13T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T09:21:27.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another golden oldie - Sigmund the Sea Monster - heard of this one? I hadn't!</title><content type='html'>CKB also shared this gem with me - another I was not familiar with - the children watched and then wanted to know where the whole show was - I guess they were interested!&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a full episode - couldn't find it on hulu, but it's the intro. and ending via youtube. Enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P3U9BuOMkmM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P3U9BuOMkmM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-4720387630619472576?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/4720387630619472576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=4720387630619472576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4720387630619472576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/4720387630619472576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-golden-oldie-sigmund-sea.html' title='Another golden oldie - Sigmund the Sea Monster - heard of this one? I hadn&apos;t!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-3613168790942400638</id><published>2010-04-12T21:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T09:12:10.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just plain scary - H. R. Pufnstuf</title><content type='html'>CKB shared a site with me recently called hulu - apparently it is chock full of old tv shows you can sit and watch for hours on end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up some that he remembered from when he was a boy and well....let me just say 4 years difference in age apparently makes a HUGE difference in the life of a child because I'd never even heard of these shows, much less seen them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a few mn. and nothing else to do - check out this little gem - a blast from the past.....or something like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/hr-pufnstuf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="296 " width="512"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/9chm3EIjUuDvYo9TBWmlbA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/9chm3EIjUuDvYo9TBWmlbA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true"&amp;nbsp; width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We showed one of the episodes to the children tonight and their blank stares as they watched said it all.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, when they watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse they have blank stares as well....hmm.&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/4775986830642858388-3613168790942400638?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/3613168790942400638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=3613168790942400638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/3613168790942400638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/3613168790942400638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-plain-scarey-h-r-pufnstuf.html' title='Just plain scary - H. R. Pufnstuf'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-2522822028391632168</id><published>2010-04-12T16:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T19:22:47.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Baby first words</title><content type='html'>Miss Baby has become quite the chatterbox of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from Mama and Da-da, her first word was book - smart girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is also glad to share many others and quite exhuberantly, I might add:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby&lt;br /&gt;duck&lt;br /&gt;flower&lt;br /&gt;cup&lt;br /&gt;cat&lt;br /&gt;banana&lt;br /&gt;funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are a few others, but my mind can't recall them right now....I'll add them later if I can remember!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-2522822028391632168?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2522822028391632168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=2522822028391632168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2522822028391632168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2522822028391632168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/miss-baby-first-words.html' title='Miss Baby first words'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-5243715447460189702</id><published>2010-04-05T09:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T09:07:07.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old friendships renewed</title><content type='html'>This past Sunday I was thrilled to renew a friendship from before the days when CKB and I were married. I knew these 2 from the church I attended a lot when I first moved to the N. TX area. I was even at their wedding. Imagine my surprise to see them at the church we attended yesterday morning with their 4 beautiful children! 13 years later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies! I was unmarried when last I saw them and now I am married with my own 5 beautiful little ones. We had a wonderful visit with them and hope to see them again now that they are living not all that far away for TX standards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so good to see y'all yesterday, S and E!&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; We look forward to seeing you again very soon, Lord willing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-5243715447460189702?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/5243715447460189702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=5243715447460189702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5243715447460189702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/5243715447460189702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/04/old-friendsips-renewed.html' title='Old friendships renewed'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-574345430623708615</id><published>2010-03-31T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T19:52:18.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More good news!</title><content type='html'>We just found out that CKB's eldest brother, A, went home from the hospital Monday as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep both his father and brother in prayer - they are both weak and undergoing physical therapy to build up their strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all so much for your prayers thus far!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-574345430623708615?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/574345430623708615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=574345430623708615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/574345430623708615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/574345430623708615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-good-news.html' title='More good news!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-2404329179272910442</id><published>2010-03-31T11:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:40:28.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs that Spring has officially sprung...at least we hope so this time, ie, it won't snow again maybe....</title><content type='html'>1. "Mama, can we inflate the pool?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Mama, when can we go take swim lessons again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Mama, can we go back outside after we're done with history?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Mama, can we go outside???????????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Appearance of the following on the fence in chalk letters:&amp;nbsp; "Do NOT mow down the flowers!"&amp;nbsp; (weeds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Appearance of more of the same on the fence after yard mowing is completed:&amp;nbsp; "DO NOT MOW THE FLOWERS, BY ORDER OF THE PRESIDENT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, the president eh?&amp;nbsp; Anyway :) What signs of Spring are you seeing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of my first bouquets this year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S7N6r9GSpBI/AAAAAAAAB8I/NP0qoWMILHY/s1600/flowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S7N6r9GSpBI/AAAAAAAAB8I/NP0qoWMILHY/s320/flowers.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/4775986830642858388-2404329179272910442?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2404329179272910442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=2404329179272910442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2404329179272910442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2404329179272910442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/03/signs-that-spring-has-officially.html' title='Signs that Spring has officially sprung...at least we hope so this time, ie, it won&apos;t snow again maybe....'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S7N6r9GSpBI/AAAAAAAAB8I/NP0qoWMILHY/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-2437995202222136156</id><published>2010-03-30T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T11:05:21.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another House Update! The end is near! And that's a GOOD thing!</title><content type='html'>No pictures this time - sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason being that most of the excitement is going on INSIDE the house now - flooring, cabinets, painting, etc. etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end is near - we are getting excited...well, except for the whole moving part, but we'll make it through that somehow - we don't have a closing date yet, but will soon - can you feeeeeeel the excitement?&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-2437995202222136156?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/2437995202222136156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=2437995202222136156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2437995202222136156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/2437995202222136156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-house-update-end-is-near-and.html' title='Another House Update! The end is near! And that&apos;s a GOOD thing!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-7233978335637433421</id><published>2010-03-29T20:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T10:36:52.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some good news!</title><content type='html'>We just found out this evening that CKB's Dad was released from the hospital today. He's at home resting, and very happy to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is to see a specialist in the coming weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so happy he's able to be home at this point, and I know he is too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue in prayer for CKB's eldest brother, A, who remains in the hospital at this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4775986830642858388-7233978335637433421?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/7233978335637433421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=7233978335637433421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7233978335637433421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/7233978335637433421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-good-news.html' title='Some good news!'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4775986830642858388.post-9045003311581288303</id><published>2010-03-26T09:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:26:34.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We need the prayers of those we love...</title><content type='html'>Please keep CKB's family in your prayers. His father is in the hospital. He had surgery Wednesday and was kept in ICU 2 nights...I don't know yet if he's been able to return to a regular room. Tomorrow will make a week that he's been in the hospital. This is not an easy thing for him to endure, but I know w/the grace of God, he will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you and yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post a picture of him later today when I fire up my laptop and search to find one....I have a few here and there of him, but not as many as I'd like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of "Granddaddy" with Miss A when she was a little tot :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; I spoke w/CKB's Mom earlier today and his Dad is in a room again - "good vitals - was sitting up in a chair" - all good to hear! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Also - found out CKB's eldest brother, A, is in the hospital as well - please keep him in your prayers as well - they're in the same hospital, different floors!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S6zSdfX8EnI/AAAAAAAAB8A/KJVaz9yX-mE/s1600/ckb_dad_miss_a.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S6zSdfX8EnI/AAAAAAAAB8A/KJVaz9yX-mE/s400/ckb_dad_miss_a.gif" width="286" /&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/4775986830642858388-9045003311581288303?l=oldspillhouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/feeds/9045003311581288303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4775986830642858388&amp;postID=9045003311581288303' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/9045003311581288303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4775986830642858388/posts/default/9045003311581288303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldspillhouse.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-need-prayers-of-those-we-love.html' title='We need the prayers of those we love...'/><author><name>CAB</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VBgOChkegMc/S6zSdfX8EnI/AAAAAAAAB8A/KJVaz9yX-mE/s72-c/ckb_dad_miss_a.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
