<?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-3465535071292846721</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:30:50.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work in progress....</title><subtitle type='html'>Philippians 1:6
For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will perfect in until the day of Christ Jesus.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-5760168889779190610</id><published>2010-01-31T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:12:43.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of January</title><content type='html'>One of the things on my list was two blog posts a month.  Here it is the last day of January... and I truly have nothing to say.  Last week was a tough one, just too many things to do and not enough hours in the day to get it all done.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thought about my list.  I have a few more things to add.  I am not sure if I am going to just add them to the list or replace.  Here are the additional things that I would like to do:&lt;br /&gt;-  Host a cookie exchange&lt;br /&gt;-  Find a fragrance that I like, and start wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;-  Buy 6 new pairs of shoes.  Currently I am down to two pairs, and one of those is a pair of tennis shoes.&lt;br /&gt;-  Find some new make-up... out side the neutral brown family.  I am thinking a nice shade of plum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, just reread this post and the first paragraph certainly doesn't go with the second.  Doesn't make much sense to add to my list when I feel like my days are too full as it is.  So, I think that I am going to edit my list down to 40.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-5760168889779190610?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/5760168889779190610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=5760168889779190610' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/5760168889779190610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/5760168889779190610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-of-things-on-my-list-was-two-blog.html' title='Last day of January'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-9006289944093893319</id><published>2010-01-14T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:35:24.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forty things in 2010...</title><content type='html'>Here is my list... oh my that was not easy. Would have been easier if I had remembered that I was going for 40 things and not 50. I worked hard to come up with 50 things. I am not taking any of them off, but I may only get 40 of them done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be able to park my car in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;2. Organize the paper clutter in my house.&lt;br /&gt;3. Go on a girl's weekend away... that is with friends, not my children :)&lt;br /&gt;4. Begin reading the Bible through... not necessarily finish. &lt;br /&gt;5. Put up Christmas lights on my house.&lt;br /&gt;6. Lose 20 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;7. Lose another 20 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;8. Use what I have (for the most part) to decorate my bedroom... this mama needs a retreat.&lt;br /&gt;9. Paint the 3 chairs that are sitting in my garage, and if I don't paint them get rid of them.&lt;br /&gt;10. Paint the girls' rooms.&lt;br /&gt;11. Organize my pantry.&lt;br /&gt;12. Teach my girls to ride their bikes.&lt;br /&gt;13. Make a change a work, could be a change in location, change in grade level or just a change in attitude. &lt;br /&gt;14. Attend a conference, webinar, class or just read a book that gets me excited about teaching.&lt;br /&gt;15. Organize my closet.&lt;br /&gt;16. Install shelves in my laundry closet.&lt;br /&gt;17. Get a pedicure or facial...or both.&lt;br /&gt;18. Host a dinner party.&lt;br /&gt;19. Go to lunch/dinner with good friends.&lt;br /&gt;20. Reconnect with an old friend. Thank goodness for Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;21. Complete Adoption Journey Photobooks for each of my girls.&lt;br /&gt;22. Plant a tomato plant, and hopefully harvest a few tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;23. Can peaches or jam... or both.&lt;br /&gt;24. Take my girls to the waterslides. I will go down the waterslide with them if I can cross off #6 &amp; #7... otherwise we will need to take a teenage cousin or two.&lt;br /&gt;25. Have a garage sale.&lt;br /&gt;26. Take a trip to the coast, hopefully with grandma.&lt;br /&gt;27. Make a loaf of homemade bread.&lt;br /&gt;28. Memorize my cell phone number.&lt;br /&gt;29. Overcome one of my driving issues... haven't picked yet, could be merging on the highway or left hand turns.&lt;br /&gt;30. Memorize 12 scriptures.&lt;br /&gt;31. Complete Beth Moore's Esther Bible study.&lt;br /&gt;32. Update my blog twice a month.&lt;br /&gt;33. Upload a profile pic. on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;34. Comment on 6 blogs... of people that I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;35. Read a few "just for fun" books.&lt;br /&gt;36. Take Meigan out for an evening alone.&lt;br /&gt;37. Take Kate out for an evening alone.&lt;br /&gt;38. Attend a Chinese cultural event... learn more about the Chinese culture.&lt;br /&gt;39. Make a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;40. Make sundresses for my girls.&lt;br /&gt;41. Make Sunday evenings "family night"... and make it meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;42. Drink more water... cut back on Diet Coke.&lt;br /&gt;43. Exercise 3 times a week... really want to say be able to run 3 miles, again. Just afraid that might not happen.&lt;br /&gt;44. Create a budget and live by it.&lt;br /&gt;45. Clean the carpets.&lt;br /&gt;46. Take more picutures of my family. Seems like I only take pics of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;47. Read Charlotte's Web to my girls.&lt;br /&gt;48. Begin to jounal, again.&lt;br /&gt;49. Spend more time in pray...keep a written record of God's answers.&lt;br /&gt;50. Stop using.... when I write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it... it should be a fun filled, if not busy year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-9006289944093893319?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/9006289944093893319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=9006289944093893319' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/9006289944093893319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/9006289944093893319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2010/01/forty-things-in-2010.html' title='Forty things in 2010...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-6849169363256923480</id><published>2009-04-22T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:04:26.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am playing along... eight things.</title><content type='html'>I am playing along with Jill and Jamie... enjoy, my next post should be published sometime in early August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I am looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Summer... I have decided not to work this year.&lt;br /&gt;2. Saturday morning, sleeping in... just a little... past 5:30, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;3. Spending time more time with good friends.&lt;br /&gt;4. A huge garage sale this summer... I want this junk out of my house!&lt;br /&gt;5. Taking my girls to swimming lessons.&lt;br /&gt;6. Having a clean house... will that ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;7. Reading more... without falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;8. The day my girls no longer need me to help them brush their teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I did yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;1. Taught a classroom full of children who have apparently been stricken with an acute case of Spring Fever.&lt;br /&gt;2. A load and a half of laundry.&lt;br /&gt;3. Unsuccessfully tried to figure out why my sprinkler system is not working...ugh!&lt;br /&gt;4. Made dinner.&lt;br /&gt;5. Bathed my girls.&lt;br /&gt;6. Cleaned a bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;7. Read stories.&lt;br /&gt;8. Worked on next weeks Sunday School lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I wish I could do: In no particular order....&lt;br /&gt;1. Work less&lt;br /&gt;2. Play more&lt;br /&gt;3. Be free of driving anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;4. Enjoy yard work... I would love to have a garden.&lt;br /&gt;5. Find the perfect, stylish, low maintenance hair style.&lt;br /&gt;6. Decorate my bedroom... stole this one from you Jamie. I would love to have a bedroom that looked like a grown up room.&lt;br /&gt;7. Have more patience with my own children... too many days I feel like all my patience is spent on other peoples children. &lt;br /&gt;8. Lose thirty pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 shows I watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. John and Kate Plus Eight&lt;br /&gt;2. American Idol&lt;br /&gt;3. Those really are the only shows that I watch &lt;em&gt;consistently&lt;/em&gt;... but, I also watch &lt;br /&gt;4. other random shows on TLC, Animal Planet, HGTV. I just never can remember what &lt;br /&gt;5. comes on when.&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 people I tag:&lt;br /&gt;1. Meme&lt;br /&gt;2. stops&lt;br /&gt;3. here...&lt;br /&gt;4. no one &lt;br /&gt;5. reads&lt;br /&gt;6. my &lt;br /&gt;7. blog.&lt;br /&gt;8. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-6849169363256923480?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/6849169363256923480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=6849169363256923480' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/6849169363256923480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/6849169363256923480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-playing-along-eight-things.html' title='I am playing along... eight things.'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-5384966758567034015</id><published>2009-01-01T21:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:52:13.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2009!</title><content type='html'>While 2008 was a great year, it is not one that I am sad to see come to a close.  It brought with it great joy, along with tremendous struggle.  Most of the year was spent in survival mode... just trying to make it to the next day.  Sounds a bit dramatic, but emotionally that was were I was at.  Well, I made it through ... and I think that I may have even grown a little from the whole experience.  Now I am ready for 2009!  I am praying for a year where I live life more thoughtfully and peacefully.  I have let my role as single working mom rule my life... not working so well, as I am exhausted, worried, and frustrated most of the time.  I am ready to focus more on my role as daughter, daughter of the King. I am ready to turn in exhaustion, worry and frustration for things like love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.  It is going to be a good year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you believe that this post has taken me an hour to write?  I wrote and wrote and deleted and deleted... then wrote and wrote and deleted and deleted.  Hmmmm... that is how I blog.  I process lots of thought and then delete or store them in a draft file.  Most of my thoughts never make it public... and it is probably better that way&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-5384966758567034015?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/5384966758567034015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=5384966758567034015' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/5384966758567034015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/5384966758567034015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-2009.html' title='Welcome 2009!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-636077805371563218</id><published>2008-11-24T21:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:21:03.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing games</title><content type='html'>Well, since I am at such a loss for words these days I thought that I would play along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SSuH7fJ0S_I/AAAAAAAAALU/Wnbk0ovQQb0/s1600-h/scattegories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 87px; height: 111px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SSuH7fJ0S_I/AAAAAAAAALU/Wnbk0ovQQb0/s400/scattegories.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272457244812004338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules: Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following questions.&lt;br /&gt;* They have to be real places, names, things. nothing made up!&lt;br /&gt;* You can’t use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;* Tag at least 5 people to play along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name... Beth&lt;br /&gt;2. A four letter word... Burp&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's name... Brian&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's name... Beatrice&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation... Banker&lt;br /&gt;6. A color... Blue&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you wear... Bandana&lt;br /&gt;8. A beverage... Bloody Mary, of course I don't drink these, but it is a drink nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;9. A food...Burgers&lt;br /&gt;10. Something found in the bathroom...Bubbles&lt;br /&gt;11. A place...Beijing &lt;br /&gt;12. A reason for being late... Broken clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not even going to say Tag... since the only two people who are still checking this sadly inactive blog have already played along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-636077805371563218?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/636077805371563218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=636077805371563218' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/636077805371563218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/636077805371563218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/11/playing-games.html' title='Playing games'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SSuH7fJ0S_I/AAAAAAAAALU/Wnbk0ovQQb0/s72-c/scattegories.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-8628335741950700389</id><published>2008-11-14T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:26:46.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Load Pictures!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so frustrated with Blogger... I can't load pictures.  Has anyone had this trouble?  Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-8628335741950700389?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/8628335741950700389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=8628335741950700389' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/8628335741950700389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/8628335741950700389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/11/cant-load-pictures.html' title='Can&apos;t Load Pictures!!!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-6638983941162114571</id><published>2008-10-06T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:12:36.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>Bare with me while I share a few things about my eldest.  It has been a big couple of weeks for Meigan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is enjoying school very much.  I am watching her blossom right before my eyes.  One of her teachers even said that she is becoming quite the "social butterfly"...if you know my girl, this is big.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Meigan spoke her first prayer.  I really thought that this would never come.  I have been asking her for more than two years, twice a day, if she would like to pray.  Imagine my surprise last week when she answered yes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl also decided that she wants her own room last week.  I have been sitting with the girls while they go to sleep for several month (since Kate came home, actually).  I have tried several times to get the girls to go to sleep without me.  I just have not had the strength to work through the tears and guilt.  I had almost resigned myself to sitting with them forever when Meigan out of the blue gathered her pillow and lovey and headed off to the playroom.  There is a twin bed in the playroom and she has been sleeping there ever since.  Kate did have a few tearful nights.  They were pretty intense, but shortlived.  It is wonderful to have a little more time in the evenings to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Meigan cracked me up tonight while I was giving her a bath.  Her hair had been washed and I was busy rinsing it with warm water when I heard her say, "This is the life."  She cracks me up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-6638983941162114571?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/6638983941162114571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=6638983941162114571' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/6638983941162114571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/6638983941162114571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/10/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-137831760075977403</id><published>2008-09-16T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T07:18:42.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This could have been the scene at my house this weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SNCIGdIIF0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/4jQVkvEKsnY/s1600-h/images%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SNCIGdIIF0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/4jQVkvEKsnY/s400/images%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246843210365933378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... I had a frog in my back yard and mice in my garage.  Yuck!  Not much I can do about the frog.  They are a problem with the irragation canal so close.  The mouse (turned out to be mice) on the other hand are another story.  I think that the mice showed up this weekend, as I have seen no traces of them and saw only a few "indications" of their presence on Sunday.  It was Sunday morning when I was going out to feed the dogs when I flipped on the light and saw the gray furry hind end of the little rodent scampering away. EEEEK!  Well, traps were set (thanks to my stepdad, who so kindly gave up Monday Night Football) and mice were caught.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the seal at the bottom of my garage door has an opening at one end.  As the nights are getting colder I am afraid that more mice will try and find refuge in my garage.  My hope is that word has spread among the mouse community that while entry may be easy you may never come out... at least not on your own four feet.  Traps will remain set, and the garage door company may be called to replace the seal.  I just can't live with mice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-137831760075977403?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/137831760075977403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=137831760075977403' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/137831760075977403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/137831760075977403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-could-have-been-scene-at-my-house.html' title='This could have been the scene at my house this weekend.'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SNCIGdIIF0I/AAAAAAAAAJU/4jQVkvEKsnY/s72-c/images%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-1857675303722859143</id><published>2008-09-08T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:02:58.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T'was the night before preschool....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SMdG6EMj96I/AAAAAAAAAJE/Ask5tCjBaIA/s1600-h/100_2044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SMdG6EMj96I/AAAAAAAAAJE/Ask5tCjBaIA/s320/100_2044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244238254469019554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SMdGpjbgqSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/42oQUkJKH4k/s1600-h/100_2043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SMdGpjbgqSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/42oQUkJKH4k/s320/100_2043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244237970795440418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:  The day went great.  Meigan was a little hesitant in the beginning.  By the end of the preschool day she gave her stamp of approval by saying, "I want to come to school tomorrow." Kate was excited beyond words from the moment she saw her backpack sitting by the door.  I had bus duty this morning, so the girls had to stand outside with me as the kids filed off the busses.  Kate was so excited when she saw the busses that she turned and waved at me and wanted to load the closest one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could say that not a creature was stirring. But no, Meigan is tossing and turning and telling me how very hard it is to go to sleep when you are so bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow starts a new phase in life, as well as a new routine. Both of my girls will be attending preschool, and so ends the journey to Grandma's each morning. Seems hard to believe, wasn't it just yesterday that I was carrying Meigan around on my hip... oh, wait a minute, that was yesterday. But it does seem like just yesterday that I brought her home. Now she is heading off to school, and I am already missing the "baby" days. Kate has been home only 9 months, and it doesn't seem nearly as strange to be sending her off. She came to be my daughter as an older toddler, ready for school when we first met. So while my heart is not sad about how quickly the years have flown, it is very sad for the years that I missed with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been good to us. A month ago I had plans in place... girls enrolled in separate preschools and a Friday daycare lined up. Well, at the last minute, and in a matter of a few short days those plans were totally turned upside down. Neither girl will be attending the preschool they were enrolled in last Spring, and our Friday arrangement have changed, as well. I worried so much last Spring, trying to get everything in order. God had other plans, better plans. The girls will now be able to come with me each morning, and go to preschool in the same building where I teach. I can't even begin to tell you what a blessing this is.  Just to have them in the same building with me make my heart happy. This means they come with me to work, and on some days I might even get to see them after their preschool session ends. My mom will pick them up each day, and have them in the afternoons. On Fridays, they will go to a neighborhood daycare that is unbelievable. It will be nice for my mom to have a day to help my grandma and just catch up around her house. I know that daycare is not ideal, but what this woman is doing is amazing. The girls will be well fed, cared for, played with, and taught about God's word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we are moving on... whether I am ready or not. Tomorrow the first day of preschool, and before I know it the first day of high school. So, for now I will let that little ache in my heart serve as a reminder to make the most of each day that I have with my sweet little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Stay tuned... cute first day of school pictures to come soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-1857675303722859143?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/1857675303722859143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=1857675303722859143' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/1857675303722859143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/1857675303722859143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/09/twas-night-before-preschool.html' title='T&apos;was the night before preschool....'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SMdG6EMj96I/AAAAAAAAAJE/Ask5tCjBaIA/s72-c/100_2044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-2506723548147266819</id><published>2008-09-01T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T06:08:47.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Days Down</title><content type='html'>Yep, 5 days down and 175 to go.  School had a very good start, probably the least stressful in 5 years.  I am back to 1st grade(no more combination classes for this teacher), at the school I love and have no plans of adopting... should be a piece of cake, right?  I am grateful to have a job that provides for us, and allows me more vacation time than most.  I am also grateful for an administrator that is "family friendly" and supports and encourages me not only as a teacher, but as a mother.  But after a nice long weekend with my girls, I was really not very excited about returning to work this morning.  I have never really minded working outside of my home.  As a single mom it is just something that must be done.  In fact, much of the time I really do like the structure that getting up and going to work brings to my life.  This year feels different, I wish I could be home with the girls more.  I try to make our evenings meaningful family time, but it is hard to do when you only have 4 hours to work with. I am not sure why this year feels different... maybe it is that this is the last year before my girls enter Kindergarten and it feels like they are growing up too fast.  Maybe it is that I have seen such growth and change in Kate over the last week and know that much of that is simply because we had more time together.  Maybe I am just sad that my girls get my last few hours of the day rather than my first... and that saying about saving the best for last doesn't always happen.  Whatever the reason, my heart feels torn and a little bit sad.  Lots of prayer needed here.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, my girls will be starting preschool next week.  This will allow them to come to school with me four mornings a week, and they are able to attend the preschool that is housed at my school, what a blessing.  I hope that just having with me more in the morning and in the same building will help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-2506723548147266819?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/2506723548147266819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=2506723548147266819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/2506723548147266819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/2506723548147266819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/09/four-days-down.html' title='Five Days Down'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-8033780449907056375</id><published>2008-08-23T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:37:04.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every wonder what the first week of 1st grade looks like from the teachers perspective?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pk7yqlTMvp8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pk7yqlTMvp8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really is what it feels like at times.  Soooo, if a cat happens to cross your path next week remember to pray for me.  Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-8033780449907056375?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/8033780449907056375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=8033780449907056375' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/8033780449907056375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/8033780449907056375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/08/every-wonder-what-first-week-of-1st.html' title='Every wonder what the first week of 1st grade looks like from the teachers perspective?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-2043718283910412626</id><published>2008-08-18T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:27:53.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day back...not bad at all.</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day back to school for teachers.  I have been trying for a couple of weeks to get back into the early morning routine...seems silly, since I really had only three weeks off between summer school and today.  All and all the day went fairly well.  We got out of the door on time, although it did look like a tornado had cut right through my house.  The girls went to Grandma's with no problems at all (Kate has been a little teary lately, so I was a little worried).  My day at work was good, but I did way to much visiting... I love catching up after a busy summer. &lt;br /&gt;What I was most proud of today, was our evening routine.  The last 9 months have felt terribly disorganized, and I very much did not want that to become a way of life at our house.  I been reading a lot of stuff written by the &lt;a href="http://flylady.net/index.asp"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FlyLady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; , especially about not living in a state of CHAOS (Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome).  Anyway, she is big on routine.  I don't think that I will every be as over the top regimented as she promotes, but I have certainly gleaned some worthwhile things.  So, tonight we tried out our new routine, goes something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arrive home, get dinner started.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bath girls while things are cooking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sit down for dinner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girls read on the couch for 10 minutes quietly, while mom picks up dinner dishes and throws in a load of laundry.  I really set the timer for 7 minutes with the hopes of building up to 10.  I was quite pleased when the timer went off and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Meigan&lt;/span&gt; asked if they could PLEASE!!! read some more.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fifteen to twenty minutes of chores with mom... girl helped me fold laundry and clean up the playroom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading books.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brushing teeth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Off to bed... at 7:30 on the dot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;No TV... just family time.  The girls had a good evening, and I feel less stressed.  Now, if only I could get my girls to go to sleep without having to have me sit in their room.  Although, I do make good use of this time sitting in the dark, it has become my time to check blogs and make posts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-2043718283910412626?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/2043718283910412626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=2043718283910412626' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/2043718283910412626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/2043718283910412626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-backnot-bad-at-all.html' title='First day back...not bad at all.'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-3420831434352121447</id><published>2008-08-16T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:04:38.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meigan is worried!</title><content type='html'>Tonight while reading books Meigan began playing with my hair.  She so lovingly announced, "You have gray hair mom."  Jamie, you missed a spot near my ear :)  I didn't pay much attention to her comment until I heard her begin to whimper.  I asked her what was the matter.  She began to cry and said, "I don't want to be a mom."  Meigan has had a small obsession with me becoming a grandma lately.  She is making connections... she knows her grandma has gray hair, and she knows that she has to be a mommy in order for me to be a grandma.  So of course, if mommy has gray hair she must be becoming a mommy soon.  My poor baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-3420831434352121447?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/3420831434352121447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=3420831434352121447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/3420831434352121447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/3420831434352121447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/08/meigan-is-worried.html' title='Meigan is worried!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-2908843112073705305</id><published>2008-08-12T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:45:43.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All went well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SKJxIatX-FI/AAAAAAAAAI0/q7xa-DN79co/s1600-h/100_2004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233870106380466258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SKJxIatX-FI/AAAAAAAAAI0/q7xa-DN79co/s320/100_2004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kate's implant was successfully activated Monday afternoon.  The only real problem of the day was that our appointment was not really scheduled until Wednesday.  The office staff was great, and knowing that we had driven in from out of town and stayed in a hotel worked very hard to accomadate us. &lt;br /&gt;The actual activation was a lot different than I expected.  Kate had very little response to sound, except for some tears here and there.  Although you could tell by the look in her eyes that she was hearing something. &lt;br /&gt;Since coming home, I have already been able to move her volume level up a few notches very comfortably.  She has also pointed to her ear several times to indicate that she has heard something.  She also seemed to have found her own voice last night.  She had been doing a little crying, I was watching her and all of a sudden her eyes got a little puzzled look and then she began to play with the sound of her voice.  She had a little grin on her face the whole time.  It was fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;The only trouble she has had has been when the device is first turned on, or when it falls off and needs to be reattached.  There have been some tears, but even that is getting less and less.  In fact, this afternoon it fell off, and she reached right around and reattached it herself.  She looked pretty proud of herself.  I have been surprised at how quickly she has gotten used to all the things that are now attached to her... something on her ear, her head, and her shirt.  She has not seemed bothered by any of this at all.  She has also been very tired, even though we have tried to play it very low key.  Her little brain has got to be on sensory overload.&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of my girl... she has been such a trooper through all of this.   I am so excited to see what the coming month and years hold for her.  It will not be easy, but this little girl has got lots of fight in her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-2908843112073705305?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/2908843112073705305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=2908843112073705305' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/2908843112073705305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/2908843112073705305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-went-well.html' title='All went well'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SKJxIatX-FI/AAAAAAAAAI0/q7xa-DN79co/s72-c/100_2004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-8528772994494968495</id><published>2008-08-09T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:09:29.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday is the Big Day</title><content type='html'>The big day is just around the corner.  Kate's implant will be activated Monday morning.  This is one of those thing that it feels like you wait forever for, and yet I can't believe that it is already hear.  I am very excited, the nervous stomach started earlier today. &lt;br /&gt;I am trying to keep my expectations in check.  Every kid is different, and every kid responds differently.  If the implant is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; I think that Kate will respond very positively.  She does have some sound awareness, and gets quite excited when she hears something.  She loves to babble away at us, so I think that she is going to love hearing us talk.  Of course, this is just what I think...she may react completely differently.&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I know for sure, the implant activation is no the end of the process... it is really the beginning.  There is a lot of hard work ahead, for both myself and Kate.  Kate is not only very bright, but very strong-willed.  That strong-will has left me exhausted and exasperated at times, but in this case I think that strong-will is going to serve her well.&lt;br /&gt;Please keep her in your prayers... and check back Monday evening or Tuesday morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-8528772994494968495?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/8528772994494968495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=8528772994494968495' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/8528772994494968495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/8528772994494968495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/08/monday-is-big-day.html' title='Monday is the Big Day'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-7231070916040580427</id><published>2008-07-31T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:23:04.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Drama Queen Has Been Crowned</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;UPDATE: Bandaid removal did not go well, oh the crying. A minute or so after things calmed down she showed me her hand that seemed to be wet. I ask her what that was and she said, "It's okay mom, it's just tears."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SJHVFSp3mxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/06MKRu84N-8/s1600-h/100_1982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229194929237367570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SJHVFSp3mxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/06MKRu84N-8/s320/100_1982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From the day that I met Kate I knew that she was to be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reigning&lt;/span&gt; Drama Queen in our little family... and until yesterday she was.&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken almost 24 hours after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Meigan's&lt;/span&gt; injuries &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt;, and she is still unable to walk. In that 24 hours there has been much whining, crying and even sobbing. All of this over a pair of skinned knees, oh my! Granted, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Meigan&lt;/span&gt; has been a pretty much injury free girl (this is actually the worst &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;owee&lt;/span&gt; that she has had, and the only injury that really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;merited&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;band aid&lt;/span&gt;), but this reaction has gone a bit far.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know if this house is big enough for two queens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-7231070916040580427?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/7231070916040580427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=7231070916040580427' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/7231070916040580427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/7231070916040580427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-drama-queen-has-been-crowned.html' title='A New Drama Queen Has Been Crowned'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SJHVFSp3mxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/06MKRu84N-8/s72-c/100_1982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-2129446000069322086</id><published>2008-07-24T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:10:12.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I learned a lot from Summer School</title><content type='html'>Today was the last day of Summer School, yippee!  I really did enjoy my stint on the administration part of things.  I know that the job I did really was nothing in comparison to what happens during the regular school year, but nonetheless I learned a lot.  I learned a lot about the behind the scenes working of a school, but I also learned a lot about me.  Had you asked me 10 years ago if I would have ever tried my hand at something like this I would have said absolutely not... had you asked me 20 years ago if I would become a teacher I would have said no way... had you asked me only 5 years ago if I would be the single mom to two 4 year olds I would have said impossible.  I am so glad that God has gently guided me in directions that I would never have dreamed possible.  I just didn't have the confidence in myself.  But, come to think of it confidence in myself probably wasn't going to get me far... it was all by faith in God that these "accomplishments" came to be.   In Ephesians 3:20 God says that He is able to immeasurably more than we can ask or imagine... and that is certainly true in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;Ephesians 3:20-21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;20Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, 21to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-2129446000069322086?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/2129446000069322086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=2129446000069322086' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/2129446000069322086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/2129446000069322086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-learned-lot-from-summer-school.html' title='I learned a lot from Summer School'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-7922717891167222615</id><published>2008-07-12T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:23:04.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My girl did great!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SHoYzBldySI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_8zwZ4NUiXQ/s1600-h/100_1841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222513982767483170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SHoYzBldySI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_8zwZ4NUiXQ/s320/100_1841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SHoYqfztV6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/i98NBhZSkxM/s1600-h/100_1843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222513836261463970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SHoYqfztV6I/AAAAAAAAAIc/i98NBhZSkxM/s320/100_1843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday was the big day, Kate's first cochlear implant surgery. My sister went up to Spokane with us on Thursday evening. I felt a little bad because Kate was so excited to be treated to a couple of days away. When we drove up to Grandma's house she just looked at Meigan and waved. She did not even want to get out of the car to drop Meigan off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day of the surgery went great, that is until she saw the hospital dressing gown. That is her cue that they are going to take her away from mommy, and she really doesn't like that. The nurses were kind enough to set the gown aside until she was asleep. While things were going great with Kate, I was not faring so well. Some kind of bug hit me hard about 30 minutes after they took her into surgery. The nurses let me stay in one of the pediatric pre-op rooms, and from there my sister took over with Kate's care. Jamie was such a lifesaver, I am so glad that she was there. I felt so badly that I could do nothing, but I was really sick. We finally got back to the hotel sometime after five. I laid as still as possible while Jamie worked hard to keep Kate still. Kate's pain medication seemed to wind her up rather than settle her down. Finally about ten she was off to sleep, and sleep she did... like a rock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove home Saturday morning, all feeling a bit healthier. Kate has done wonderfully, she is off of any pain meds and taking a little Tylenol. She and her sister have played like crazy, and then had a good night sleep. I will be taking the dressing off today, yikes! They actually said I could wash her hair... I am going to have to wait and see how things look. If all goes well we may even head out to church this evening. Too many days confined to home can make all three of us a little crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God was good to us this weekend! My prayers were answered... the operation was successful and Kate is health. Next step, activation! This will happen in about a month. I am so excited to see Kate's face when she first hears clear sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-7922717891167222615?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/7922717891167222615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=7922717891167222615' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/7922717891167222615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/7922717891167222615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-girl-did-great.html' title='My girl did great!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SHoYzBldySI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_8zwZ4NUiXQ/s72-c/100_1841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-8933017202749477963</id><published>2008-07-06T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T16:11:52.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Grateful Heart</title><content type='html'>Life is good, but oh so busy! I have tried to post several times in the last week, but everytime I do it sounds like one long laundry lists of complaints and poor-me's.  As I was washing the dishes this afternoon this verse came to mind, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In all things give thanks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 Thes. 5:18&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  So here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dirty dishes&lt;/strong&gt;, because dirty dishes usually means full tummies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bickering girls&lt;/strong&gt;, because if you wait 2o minutes almost assuredly you will have giggling girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The never empty dirty clothes hamper&lt;/strong&gt;, while I may not have the latest fashion I always have something clean to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yardwork&lt;/strong&gt;, because my girls have space to run and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Working in the summer&lt;/strong&gt;,  because I am able to provide for my family... and maybe even take them for a fun weekend away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hornet's nest&lt;/strong&gt; under the eves of my house, because I get the chance to show that I can be a brave momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outrageously priced gasoline&lt;/strong&gt;, because I am staying home with my girls more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bills to pay&lt;/strong&gt;, because of those bills we have things like water, air-contitioning, heat and electricity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Housework&lt;/strong&gt;, because I am cleaning a more beautiful home than I could have ever imagined owning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are a few things that I sometimes have trouble being thankful for, but there are also many things that I say thank you for quite easily...my family, my friends and most importantly my salvation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... that feels better.  I think I have a few dishes to wash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-8933017202749477963?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/8933017202749477963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=8933017202749477963' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/8933017202749477963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/8933017202749477963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/07/grateful-heart.html' title='A Grateful Heart'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-6427653688057152215</id><published>2008-06-23T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:23:05.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look who is turning 4!</title><content type='html'>June 24th is Kate's special day... she turns 4 years old. She has been in our home for only 7 months, but in our hearts for much longer. I have said before that when I left China three and a half years ago with Meigan I felt that I was leaving part of my heart behind. When I left China last November that missing part of my heart came home with me. She is an absolutely amazing little girl, and in so many ways I feel like I am just getting to know her. We have made much progress in the last seven months... I can't wait to see where we are this time next year. So in honor of her 4th...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Four Fun Photos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SGB5RY6758I/AAAAAAAAAIU/LFv7K0yRl6s/s1600-h/100_1734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215301708149417922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SGB5RY6758I/AAAAAAAAAIU/LFv7K0yRl6s/s320/100_1734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SGB5ComTO0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/PSyBkXS81mc/s1600-h/100_1752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215301454659795778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SGB5ComTO0I/AAAAAAAAAIM/PSyBkXS81mc/s320/100_1752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SGB4g6c0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Jh_CpGwP4Gg/s1600-h/100_1501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215300875336350370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SGB4g6c0-qI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Jh_CpGwP4Gg/s320/100_1501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SGB4HUEXIEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BE0WXHbqecs/s1600-h/100_1393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215300435536453698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SGB4HUEXIEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BE0WXHbqecs/s320/100_1393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Four of My Favorite Things....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Kate is an amazingly resilient child. She has been through so much in her four years, and she has come through it with a spring in her step and a smile on her face. She was given Chinese name Kai, which means "victorious." The Lord has certainly had His hand on her, and because of that she is certainly "victorious."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Kate lets nothing hold her back. She may not hear, but she has not let that be an obstacle to her in any way. She is outgoing and fun loving. She plays hard and loves to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Kate is so expressive. She shows the spectrum of feeling on her face. When she is excited her eyes light up like no child I have ever seen, and you can't help but be excited. When she pouts her eyes certainly tell all, and the lip... oh, my the lip. She also uses her facial expressions to get you to laugh, she loves to make people laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Kate is the ultimate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; girl. She loves her dresses, heels and jewels. She watches me carefully and imitates precisely. The other day she was shaving her legs with the ladder to her doll's playground set... she was so careful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Four prayers for the coming year(s)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I pray that Kate's implant surgery will be successful and she will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; the gift of hearing. I pray that the transition to the world of sound will be smooth and without fear. I pray that she would enjoy the world of sound and spoken language and that she would make quick and steady growth in understanding as well as verbalizing language. I can't wait to hear words like: mom, Meigan, and Jesus. She works to say "I love you," and I can't wait for her to hear me say "I love you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I pray that she will begin to understand who Jesus is, that she will receive Him as her Savior, and that she will love Him with all her heart and be passionately devoted to Him for all her life.&lt;br /&gt;-I pray that she will understand that she is wonderfully made by God and be content and confident in the way that He has made her- physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;-I pray that she grows spiritually as quickly as she does physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kate has been a part of our family for just seven months, but she has been loved by us for much longer. We love you kiddo! Happy Birthday, Kate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-6427653688057152215?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/6427653688057152215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=6427653688057152215' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/6427653688057152215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/6427653688057152215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/06/look-who-is-turning-4.html' title='Look who is turning 4!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SGB5RY6758I/AAAAAAAAAIU/LFv7K0yRl6s/s72-c/100_1734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-9193615379026393016</id><published>2008-06-16T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:23:06.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is &lt;a href="http://www.jamiehess.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jamie&lt;/a&gt;, Beth’s sister, posting today. I have hijacked my sister’s blog today in honor of her 40th birthday. I wanted to let you know a little about my sister from the perspective of her two precious girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Meigan:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SFYC1PSYUKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2-b_Vk7EaDo/s1600-h/Meigan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212356732387872930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SFYC1PSYUKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2-b_Vk7EaDo/s320/Meigan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I asked Meigan a few questions about her mommy and here is what she had to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite thing about your mom?&lt;br /&gt;Meigan’s reply: loving her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes your mommy so special?&lt;br /&gt;Meigan’s reply: she is happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your mom really good at?&lt;br /&gt;Meigan’s reply: making lemonade, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and putting pretties in &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(pretties are what Meigan calls hair clips)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it came to talking with Kate about her mom, my communication skill are not yet that far developed. I think I was able to capture photos that tell the story well of how Kate feels about her mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SFYC1iIsw6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/XpXhhtMxYLQ/s1600-h/katemom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212356737447543714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SFYC1iIsw6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/XpXhhtMxYLQ/s320/katemom1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SFYC2HJz9hI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qdimPTPrlfE/s1600-h/kate+ilu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212356747384321554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SFYC2HJz9hI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qdimPTPrlfE/s320/kate+ilu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SFYC2dwLm-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Q6wjcu71ZGQ/s1600-h/kate+thumbsup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212356753450834914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SFYC2dwLm-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Q6wjcu71ZGQ/s320/kate+thumbsup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think you are super! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-9193615379026393016?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/9193615379026393016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=9193615379026393016' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/9193615379026393016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/9193615379026393016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/06/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SFYC1PSYUKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2-b_Vk7EaDo/s72-c/Meigan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-5775996233502565358</id><published>2008-06-13T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:23:06.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading into 40, but feeling 80!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SFNPlJCvPcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/SSbdhtqOuP4/s1600-h/40th-birthday-cake-with-candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211596693298953666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SFNPlJCvPcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/SSbdhtqOuP4/s320/40th-birthday-cake-with-candles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The big one is just around the corner. I know that Oprah says that 40 is the new 30, but right now that is certainly not how I am feeling. It has been a tough couple of weeks at our house (if I am totally honest, a tough several months), and I think that we are all feeling a little run down. I feel like I am hanging on by a thread most days, and I really don't like living life that way. So, as I turn the tens column one digit higher I am going to try and make some changes... that will hopefully add to the quality of my life and to the live of those I love dearly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my list (one in honor of each decade I have lived):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I am going to be more committed to my daily quiet time and Bible study. Oh, how I want my girls to have memories of their momma reading and loving God's word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I am going to go to bed at a decent hour, even if that means I don't have much time in the evenings to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I am going to begin to watch what I eat more carefully. Yikes, I have put on 12 pounds in the six month that Kate came home. I am in no way blaming her, it is just that I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a stress eater... and adding to my family has been a little stressful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I am going to be very careful not to over commit myself and my family. We so very much need time just to be together, hanging out, laughing, playing and talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-5775996233502565358?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/5775996233502565358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=5775996233502565358' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/5775996233502565358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/5775996233502565358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/06/heading-into-40-but-feeling-80.html' title='Heading into 40, but feeling 80!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SFNPlJCvPcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/SSbdhtqOuP4/s72-c/40th-birthday-cake-with-candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-5389274107218150777</id><published>2008-06-08T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:25:32.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Threshing room</title><content type='html'>I love the book &lt;em&gt;Hinds Feet on High Places.  &lt;/em&gt;One of the places that the character Much Afraid visits is the threshing room.  When I read this post today it made the concept of the threshing room so much more clear to me.  I am a very visual learner, so I love the beautiful pictures that God paints in His word. &lt;br /&gt;If you can take a moment to read this post,   &lt;a href="http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/2008/06/threshing-floor.html"&gt;http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/2008/06/threshing-floor.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-5389274107218150777?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/5389274107218150777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=5389274107218150777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/5389274107218150777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/5389274107218150777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/06/threshing-room.html' title='The Threshing room'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-2553490182610234979</id><published>2008-06-03T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:32:30.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to make you think</title><content type='html'>I feel like I have not had much to say lately.  I liked Jill's post and thought I would try it myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting: Only to read bedtime stories and wait for little ones to fall off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Suffering: Too many sleepless nights... too much caffeine and too much on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Pondering: How I am ever going to get everything done before the end of the school year.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Excited about having more time with my girls this summer.&lt;br /&gt;Seeking:  More time to spend in God's word. &lt;br /&gt;Wondering: How I will feel in 13 years when my girls begin to think about life beyond my little nest... see Jamie's recent post to see why this is on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Loving: All the silly things my girls say and do.&lt;br /&gt;Reading: Not anything much beside &lt;em&gt;Fancy Nancy&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Bad Dog Marley&lt;/em&gt;.  Hope to spend some time reading grown up stuff this summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-2553490182610234979?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/2553490182610234979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=2553490182610234979' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/2553490182610234979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/2553490182610234979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/06/words-to-make-you-think.html' title='Words to make you think'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-2349426195129075985</id><published>2008-05-30T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T05:55:25.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got it wrong...</title><content type='html'>I got my Grandmother's saying wrong.  It should be, "I am sometimes so heavenly minded that I am of no earthly good."  I little different, huh?&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I made up my own say.  My point being that some times I get so wrapped up in the things of this world that I eternity doesn't cross my mind.  I pray that I will begin to get  less wrapped up in today and begin investing more in eternity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-2349426195129075985?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/2349426195129075985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=2349426195129075985' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/2349426195129075985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/2349426195129075985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-got-it-wrong.html' title='I got it wrong...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-1605922675377022943</id><published>2008-05-28T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:12:18.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven weighs heavy on her mind.</title><content type='html'>Several weeks ago Meig began asking questions about heaven.  I would link you to a previous post, but I don't know how... scroll down to May 1st to read about our previous conversation.  This evening, while driving home from church, she brought up heaven again.  She asked if heaven was in our neighborhood, to which I responded that heaven was a place God was getting ready for us.  Nothing said for a couple of minutes, and then I heard a little whimper coming from the backseat.  I looked back and there was a very serious girl, lip sticking out an inch, with a tear in her eye.  I asked her if she was worried about heaven, and she said that she didn't want to go someplace far away because she like our neighborhood.  I tried to put her fears to rest by telling her that when it is time for us to go to heaven we will be happy and love it even more than our neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;This little conversation has reminded me of a saying I have heard from my Grandma.  It goes something like this... "Sometimes I am so earthly bound that I am no heavenly good."  It seems like I can get pretty wrapped up in my life on this earth, and forget that this life is just a preparation for a much more glorious eternity.  At times I feel like I am hanging on to this life pretty tight, and just a little bit afraid of leaving this "neighborhood" cause I might miss out on something.  Silly, I know.  I am praying that God helps me loosen my grip on this old earth, I truly want to be a more Heaven minded believer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-1605922675377022943?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/1605922675377022943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=1605922675377022943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/1605922675377022943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/1605922675377022943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/05/heaven-weighs-heavy-on-her-mind.html' title='Heaven weighs heavy on her mind.'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-196921260850983657</id><published>2008-05-26T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:39:20.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who did you remember today?</title><content type='html'>Today is Memorial Day, a time to remember.  Specifically, it is a day to remember the men and women who have sacrificed all for our freedom.  I only have to look at my girls to be reminded that we in the US are blessed with great freedom.  In the country of their birth men and women sacrifice greatly to do what we are able to do so freely... worship the Almighty God.  I am so very thankful for the men and women who have so bravely fought to establish and to protect this right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We normally go to the cemetary to visit the graves of three of my grandparents and my dad.  While my dad was not a veteran, he is the one that I have thought of most today.  Earlier this month marked the 20th anniversary of my Dad's death, pretty significant as I now have been without my dad longer than I had him in my life.  I have thought of him often this month.  He was far from perfect, but he was my Dad.  The last few years were pretty rocky, but he was my Dad.  I loved him very much, and I know that he loved me.  I think that the thing I miss most about him was that he was an awesome encourager. &lt;br /&gt;I was living in CA when my Dad passed away,  and it had been nearly a month since the last time I had talked to him... like I said, things were a bit rocky.  I came home for the funeral, but had to return to CA to finish up finals.  When I was packing my room to move home I found a letter written to my by my Dad.  I did not even remember reading this letter, and only knew it must have come before Christmas.  I was able to date the letter only because the P.S. read, "Here are your tickets!"  I remember sitting in a half packed room reading this letter and thinking that it had been dropped straight from heaven... the first line read, "Well, I'll bet you never believed you'd get a letter from me.  Here it it!"  I will not quote the entire letter, but it was filled with word of encouragement.  He closed with "Please remember that I do love you- very, very much."  I am so thankful that I found that letter, even more thankful that I didn't throw that letter away in my anger. &lt;br /&gt;We didn't make it to the cemetary this year, my mom did and I am sure she put flowers at his grave.  Thanks, Mom.  We did have a big get together with family and friends, all of my siblings and their children were in attendance.  I think that he would have been delighted in the way we spent our day... laughing, playing and just enjoying each other.  Time has passed, and the deep pain of grief has subsided... but on days like today I miss my Dad.  I love you, Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-196921260850983657?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/196921260850983657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=196921260850983657' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/196921260850983657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/196921260850983657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/05/who-did-you-remember-today.html' title='Who did you remember today?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-8881518828992143818</id><published>2008-05-20T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:23:07.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SDOv7hUdSzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5ivo318Es-Y/s1600-h/brokenheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202695431634373426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SDOv7hUdSzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5ivo318Es-Y/s200/brokenheart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we have a special guest in our home. It is my pleasure to be able to take care of one of my students for a couple of days (his younger brother is staying in the home of one of my teaching partners... fortunately we live in the same neighborhood). For confidentiality reasons I can't share much about the circumstances...but this little guy has not had any easy go of it. I have no doubt that he is loved by his family, but those closest to him are broken people who just didn't have the ability to love the way he needs or deserves. This little guy has never had a soft place to fall, but he did have a familiar and consistent place... and now that is gone. I don't understand why such heartbreaking things happen to children, but I do know they are loved by God and He has a plan for their lives. I would very much appreciate if you would lift these little guys in prayer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-8881518828992143818?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/8881518828992143818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=8881518828992143818' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/8881518828992143818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/8881518828992143818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/05/broken-heart.html' title='A Broken Heart'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SDOv7hUdSzI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5ivo318Es-Y/s72-c/brokenheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-1427035527750469915</id><published>2008-05-17T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:23:08.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It doesn't get much better than this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SC-_yBUdSyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/4swGEOUut-A/s1600-h/100_1587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201586960704817954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SC-_yBUdSyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/4swGEOUut-A/s400/100_1587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a blessing it is to see my girls together.  It has been almost two years since the first time I saw Kate's face... on a blog :)  I looked at her and my heart said... she doesn't look like Meigan, but she looks like she belongs with Meigan.  Here they are together, and I can't think of two little girls that are better suited for one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-1427035527750469915?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/1427035527750469915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=1427035527750469915' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/1427035527750469915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/1427035527750469915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-doesnt-get-much-better-than-this.html' title='It doesn&apos;t get much better than this!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SC-_yBUdSyI/AAAAAAAAAEw/4swGEOUut-A/s72-c/100_1587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-1970145918620412510</id><published>2008-05-05T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:23:08.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me introduce my new best friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SB_ZGS6ZgXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/swjTl8GeYJU/s1600-h/dyson3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197111197188063602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SB_ZGS6ZgXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/swjTl8GeYJU/s200/dyson3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here she is ... isn't she beautiful.  After much thought, and consultation with my sister (not the usual impulse purchase) I decided to invest in a Dyson.  I have two dogs (Pugs... don't let anyone tell you they don't shed much), and I live in the middle of a dustbowl.  My time for housecleaning is limited... at least between the months of August and June.  In order to feel like I really got my carpets clean I was having to use the hand held attachment.  Well, I am now 100% sold on the Dyson.  I couldn't believe how easily it picked up and thoroughly cleaned my carpets.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, yeah... I used part of my stimulus check for this.  Now I feel that I have done my part to help stimulate the economy :)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-1970145918620412510?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/1970145918620412510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=1970145918620412510' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/1970145918620412510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/1970145918620412510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/05/let-me-introduce-my-new-best-friend.html' title='Let me introduce my new best friend...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SB_ZGS6ZgXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/swjTl8GeYJU/s72-c/dyson3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-1862078012953726339</id><published>2008-05-01T17:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:23:10.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SBpboS6ZgUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/250Rd2jznnY/s1600-h/heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195565867954962754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SBpboS6ZgUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/250Rd2jznnY/s200/heaven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night Meigan asked me about heaven, she wanted to know where it was.  I tried to explain the best I could that Heaven is where God is and that someday if we believe in Jesus we will be in heaven.  To that she responded, "When we go on vacation will we be going to heaven?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-1862078012953726339?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/1862078012953726339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=1862078012953726339' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/1862078012953726339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/1862078012953726339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/05/heaven.html' title='Heaven'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SBpboS6ZgUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/250Rd2jznnY/s72-c/heaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-5074569120656081424</id><published>2008-04-29T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:33:19.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More medical tests</title><content type='html'>Kate had more medical test today, both an MRI and CT scan.  She was such a trooper.  Of course they were running behind schedule, but Kate still did well.  She did have a meltdown when I changed her into the hospital gown.  When she was sedated for the last test the hospital we were at did not allow me to go with her until she fell asleep...it was quite traumatic as they carried her down the hall screaming.  I think that the gown was a trigger, she just didn't want to be seperated.  Eventually she wiggled her way out of the gown... it was down around her waist when a nurse said that it would be okay to just wrap her in a blanket.  I was very thankful that this hospital allowed me to be with her until her eyes closed.  She was a little hesitant as they wheeled us to the imaging room (yes we both sat in the wheel chair, and I felt quite goofy).  I only had a brief moment of anxiety, as they asked me about any prior surgeries that might have left metal in her body.  I know much of Kate's medical history, but certainly not all.  The logical part of me knew that any surgeries that left plates or screws in her body would most likely have left scars... but the nervous mommy's stomach tightened a bit.  About two hours later I was reunited with one groggy little girl.   Her appetite and energy quickly returned, and we were sent on our way.&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday both Meigan and I started coming down with a cold.  I was really nervous that Kate would come down with the same cold.  The last thing the nurse who scheduled Kate's MRI said to me was that I should call and cancel if she had any cold symptoms.  What were the chances that she wasn't going to get sick... she sleeps with me (sometimes nose to nose) each night.  I prayed each day (and night when she crawled in my bed) that God would protect her from the germs that certainly coming her way...He answered, not one symptom of a cold.   I was reminded of how much God cares for us and hears our prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-5074569120656081424?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/5074569120656081424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=5074569120656081424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/5074569120656081424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/5074569120656081424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-medical-tests.html' title='More medical tests'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-4660127200416607579</id><published>2008-04-19T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:23:10.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing along...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My sister was tagged twice this week... I am going to play along. I don't know enough bloggers to play by the rules, so this is just for fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Six word Memoir- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm blessed beyond measure, times two.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191047609351146002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SApOTB-EChI/AAAAAAAAADw/ThkXIsXt8is/s200/100_1363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for 7 interesting facts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I have been to Hawaii, but never to the beaches. I was able to go visit a good friend that lived there when I was in the 5th grade. I guess that the beach was old news to her, so she didn't want to go. Bummer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I was born with an extra bone in both of my pinkies. This is a registered "birth defect" and was discovered when I had to have both hands x-rayed after a very tragic twirly bar accident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. My first car was a 1978 red Honda Civic. My grandpa and I (more he than we) installed a sunroof... and amazingly it never leaked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. This one is almost unbelievable, but it is true. My sister-in-law and I ran a half marathon a number of years ago. We came in last, as we got lost along the way. We were so far behind the pack that the race organizers started to take down the cones and directions ahead of us. So really we ran a half marathon plus one mile. :)  I would love to be able to do this again someday... I can dream, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I was awarded the Senior Excellence Award for Home Economics my senior year in high school... this one is almost as unbelievable as number 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I wanted to name my first dog "Tanya"... I am so glad that my Mom insisted on Muffin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I had to go through speech therapy as a little girl. I had a lisp... in fact one of my mom says that one our neighbors thought my name was Bess rather than Beth for the longest time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you have it... more than you probably ever wanted to know about me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-4660127200416607579?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/4660127200416607579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=4660127200416607579' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/4660127200416607579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/4660127200416607579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/04/playing-along_19.html' title='Playing along...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/SApOTB-EChI/AAAAAAAAADw/ThkXIsXt8is/s72-c/100_1363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-2240122503890266153</id><published>2008-04-11T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:23:11.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothes, Clothes, Clothes Everywhere</title><content type='html'>Okay, so there are so many organizational hotspots in my home... it was hard to pick just one. Since bringing Kate home 4 months ago one of the most challenging things that I deal with is little girl clothing. It is everywhere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/R_-h8UdhdmI/AAAAAAAAADc/XlHiiHFdQL4/s1600-h/100_1537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188043353410860642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/R_-h8UdhdmI/AAAAAAAAADc/XlHiiHFdQL4/s200/100_1537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/R_-hwkdhdlI/AAAAAAAAADU/0QsC03AeUgM/s1600-h/100_1538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188043151547397714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/R_-hwkdhdlI/AAAAAAAAADU/0QsC03AeUgM/s200/100_1538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/R_-hfEdhdkI/AAAAAAAAADM/lkktNSFzvlA/s1600-h/100_1539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188042850899686978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/R_-hfEdhdkI/AAAAAAAAADM/lkktNSFzvlA/s200/100_1539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in baskets, drawers, closets and on dressers, the floor and even under the beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/R_-hRkdhdjI/AAAAAAAAADE/mHPykLUKJlA/s1600-h/100_1540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188042618971452978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/R_-hRkdhdjI/AAAAAAAAADE/mHPykLUKJlA/s200/100_1540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is a closet organizer... not very organized, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some clean, some dirty, and some who knows if it is clean or dirty... one girl would like to change her clothes every hour. Some days it looks like a bomb has gone off in a childrens' department store. I don't feel like we have excessive amounts of clothing. My girls are only months apart, and different sizes, so there is two of everything. With changing seasons and changing sizes, what is a mom to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am participating in &lt;a href="http://lysaterkeurst.blogspot.com/2008/04/organization-swap-and-hop.html"&gt;Lysa TerKuerst's swap and hop&lt;/a&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if you have any suggestions or strategies that might help this mom please let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-2240122503890266153?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/2240122503890266153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=2240122503890266153' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/2240122503890266153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/2240122503890266153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/04/clothes-clothes-clothes-everywhere.html' title='Clothes, Clothes, Clothes Everywhere'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/R_-h8UdhdmI/AAAAAAAAADc/XlHiiHFdQL4/s72-c/100_1537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-4225662821635666675</id><published>2008-04-10T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:23:11.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a diagnosis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/R_52b0dhdiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UP9iQS5sW8M/s1600-h/eardoc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187714041088407074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/R_52b0dhdiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UP9iQS5sW8M/s200/eardoc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday was the big doctor's appointment. This was more a consulation, since the doctor did not even need to see Kate. After looking at her test results Kate has been diagnosed with auditory nueropathy (AN). Basically, her ear is working, but the nerve from the cochlea to the brain is not. Eventhough a cochlear implant does not seem like it would help this problem there has been sucess with implants. AN is not a very common problem, so the stats regarding treatment are really not there. I read an article that said that out of 14 patients with AN treated with an implant, 12 were sucessful. I have been reading as much as possible in hopes of making the most informed decision possible. I desire for Kate to be able to communicate with as many people as possible (hearning and non-hearing), and that she be fully literate. For me that means that if an implant is an options it is the option that we will take. I know that it will be a long road of therapy and work, and in the end communcation and literacy may look very different for Kate than for other people. I also know time is of the essences... this is not something that I can wait for Kate to decide on by herself... the window of time for her to access language is limited. It is contraversial for many, but for us I believe that it is the right choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a few more hoops to jump through before surgery can be scheduled. Your prayers for us would be much appreciated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-4225662821635666675?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/4225662821635666675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=4225662821635666675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/4225662821635666675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/4225662821635666675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-have-diagnosis.html' title='We have a diagnosis...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/R_52b0dhdiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UP9iQS5sW8M/s72-c/eardoc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-8428368766252222635</id><published>2008-04-07T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:23:11.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Spring Break, and the only temperature that is rising is Kate's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/R_p4cZP6opI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IEdhYCAwtFY/s1600-h/how-to-reduce-a-fever-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186590350079861394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/R_p4cZP6opI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IEdhYCAwtFY/s200/how-to-reduce-a-fever-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh! Today we are spending the day at home... my other plans will have to wait. On the bright side, I am getting the day I often wish for while I am working. Just a day to work around the house.   Both girls are spending the day mostly on the couch... Kate is resting, and it is as if Meigan has forgotten how to play by herself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kate has run a temp between 100 and 102 since last night at 11:30. She actually seems to be feeling okay, although very mellow. I will take her in to have her ears and throat checked, as we are heading to Spokane tomorrow for a very important doctors appointment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-8428368766252222635?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/8428368766252222635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=8428368766252222635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/8428368766252222635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/8428368766252222635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-is-spring-break-and-only-temperature.html' title='It is Spring Break, and the only temperature that is rising is Kate&apos;s!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/R_p4cZP6opI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IEdhYCAwtFY/s72-c/how-to-reduce-a-fever-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-78060233486034517</id><published>2008-04-06T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:31:44.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are family!</title><content type='html'>For our first day of Spring Vacation, we spent a wonderful and fun afternoon and evening with family. My mom, sister and younger brother along with their families met at the park. The weather was not the best, but time together was great. The kids had rollerblades and scooters, it was fun to watch the kids ranging from 3 to 23 playing together. Later we had dinner at my house, and ended the evening playing Skipbo at my sister's house.  I truly enjoy the company of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very thankful for the family that God has blessed me with. We are far from perfect and have had plenty of trials, but when I look at my parents, my siblings and their families I see people of integrity and sincerity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-78060233486034517?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/78060233486034517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=78060233486034517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/78060233486034517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/78060233486034517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-are-family.html' title='We are family!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-5393243442102868790</id><published>2008-04-05T14:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:42:29.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lurkers Welcome!</title><content type='html'>I am sooooo sorry, I did not know that I was being so exclusive.  Really I am just blogger dumb... I have changed my settings and now I can take comments for bloggers and non-bloggers alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol.... I am so looking forward to your comments.  Your comments really are my favorite to read on other blogs... so much so that I think that you might should start your own blog.  You would certainly keep us all smiling. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-5393243442102868790?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/5393243442102868790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=5393243442102868790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/5393243442102868790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/5393243442102868790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/04/lurkers-welcome.html' title='Lurkers Welcome!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-8952258380215681475</id><published>2008-04-02T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:02:00.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you doing for Spring Break?</title><content type='html'>Only two more days until Spring Break... a much deserved, if I do say so myself.  I am going to post my Spring Break plans... if I publish my goals there is some accountability, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Enjoy my girls... I am taking them to their first movie &lt;em&gt;Horton Hears a Who.  &lt;/em&gt;I am also praying for beautiful weather so we can go to the park.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Meeting with Kate's doctor regarding her recent hearing tests.  I am sooooo anxious to hear what he has to say.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Some Spring cleaning ( this is the one I might not get done without a little accountability).  I want to get our pantry, linen closet and garage cleaned and organized.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Read...maybe even finish a whole book.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Write at least on blog entry... preferrably one with some substance.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Most importantly, get myself back into the habit of meeting with my Savior daily... something I have not done lately, and  sorely miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let you know how things go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-8952258380215681475?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/8952258380215681475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=8952258380215681475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/8952258380215681475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/8952258380215681475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-are-you-doing-for-spring-break.html' title='What are you doing for Spring Break?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-7127879397330157217</id><published>2008-03-29T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T19:16:34.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of fun...</title><content type='html'>Jill started this, so I thought I would give it a try....&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your occupation? Mom first, teacher second&lt;br /&gt;2. What color are your socks right now? White with purple flowers&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you listening to right now? Girls playing and Signing Time Video&lt;br /&gt;4. What was the last thing that you ate? Pizza ... leftover from last night's birthday party&lt;br /&gt;5.  Can you drive a stick shift? Everyday&lt;br /&gt;6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? With my changing moods, I would have to say that I am a more like a box of 24 crayons.&lt;br /&gt;7. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Jamie, my sis&lt;br /&gt;8. How old are you today. 39... but not for long, yikes&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite drink? hmmmm......Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your favorite sport to watch? Not really into watching any sports.&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you ever dyed your hair? Yes, probably not often enough&lt;br /&gt;12. Pets? Two pugs, Lilly and Beau&lt;br /&gt;13. Favorite food? Tied- Mexican and Italian&lt;br /&gt;14. Last movie you watched? The Other Boleyn Girl&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite Day of the year? Any day that I can spend with my girls.&lt;br /&gt;16.  What do you do to vent anger? Call my sister&lt;br /&gt;17. What was your favorite toy as a child? Don't know if it was a favorite, but Fashion Plates were pretty cool&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your favorite season? Spring for the weather, Summer for the time off&lt;br /&gt;19. Hugs or kisses? Both&lt;br /&gt;20. Cherry or Blueberry? Cherry&lt;br /&gt;21. Whatever happened to: Menuedo and Leif (sp?)Garret&lt;br /&gt;22. When was the last time you cried? Easter Sunday night at 10:30 when my girls were coming off their sugar high... still not asleep.&lt;br /&gt;23. What is on the floor of your closet? Mostly shoes.&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite smells? Gotta agree with Jill, freshly bathed kiddos&lt;br /&gt;25. Who inspires you? Beth Moore... I love her passion for God's word&lt;br /&gt;26. Biggest fear? Not meeting my girls individual needs.&lt;br /&gt;27. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? Cheeseburgers&lt;br /&gt;28. Favorite car? Not a favorite, but I would love a minivan right about now&lt;br /&gt;29. Favorite cat breed? I am dog person, no cats here.&lt;br /&gt;30. Number of keys on your key ring? 7&lt;br /&gt;31. How many years at your current job? Mommy job- 3 years, Teaching- 11&lt;br /&gt;32. Favorite day of the week? Saturday&lt;br /&gt;33. How many states have you lived in? 2&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you think you're funny? Only when I am with my siblings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-7127879397330157217?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/7127879397330157217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=7127879397330157217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/7127879397330157217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/7127879397330157217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-bit-of-fun.html' title='A little bit of fun...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-426922184816518021</id><published>2008-03-27T09:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:23:12.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look who turned 4 today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Four fun photos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/R-vUHpP6onI/AAAAAAAAACk/3nKdQukCp_0/s1600-h/100_1374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182469024016671346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/R-vUHpP6onI/AAAAAAAAACk/3nKdQukCp_0/s320/100_1374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/R-vTHJP6olI/AAAAAAAAACU/NuQw9UqpX_Y/s1600-h/100_1324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182467915915108946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/R-vTHJP6olI/AAAAAAAAACU/NuQw9UqpX_Y/s320/100_1324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/R-vSlpP6okI/AAAAAAAAACM/QSw8hPmDnC4/s1600-h/100_1264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182467340389491266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/R-vSlpP6okI/AAAAAAAAACM/QSw8hPmDnC4/s320/100_1264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/R-vSRpP6ojI/AAAAAAAAACE/eYdzgj_tGxQ/s1600-h/100_1243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182466996792107570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/R-vSRpP6ojI/AAAAAAAAACE/eYdzgj_tGxQ/s320/100_1243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Four of my favorite things....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meigan&lt;/span&gt; has an amazing imaginations.  Although her pack of imaginary friends shows up less and less these days, when they do I can always count on a funny tale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Meigan&lt;/span&gt; is an amazingly verbal kid... almost daily she amazes me with something she said.  A couple of days ago when I was commenting on how big she was getting her response was, "Yeah mom, I am super deluxe."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Meigan&lt;/span&gt; has such a sweet spirit.  She treats others gently and kindly (with the exception of an occasional spat with her sister). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Meigan&lt;/span&gt; loves her mommy.  I love the way she hugs my neck and gently pats my back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four prayers for the coming year(s)...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I pray that her favorite book on bookshelf will be her Bible story book, and that as she grows older she will love God's word and make a commitment to study it each day of her life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I pray that she will begin to understand who Jesus is, that she will receive Him as her Savior, and that she will love Him with all her heart and be passionately devoted to Him for all her life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I pray that she will understand that she is wonderfully made by God and be content and confident in the way that He has made her- physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I pray that she grows spiritually as quickly as she does physically and mentally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(These prayers come from a list of ways to pray for your child that my mom gave me several years ago... there are more, and they are so powerful.  I can't wait to see how God answers these prayers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Meigan&lt;/span&gt; you are such a blessing!!!  I can hardly believe that God saw fit to make me your mommy.  I love you, Scooter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-426922184816518021?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/426922184816518021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=426922184816518021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/426922184816518021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/426922184816518021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/03/look-who-turned-4-today.html' title='Look who turned 4 today!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QhLImEI0j2o/R-vUHpP6onI/AAAAAAAAACk/3nKdQukCp_0/s72-c/100_1374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-2805549625751328617</id><published>2008-03-20T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T21:23:42.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a few things to straighten out</title><content type='html'>Tonight when it came time to read from the girls "Bible Stories" book I chose to skip ahead to the Easter stories.  As I read about the Last Supper, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meigan&lt;/span&gt; studied the picture.  It was a sketched drawing of Jesus and his disciples at the table with the bread and wine.  In the middle of the story she looked up at me, pointed to the cups and said, "Mom are they going to put eggs in those?"  Earlier in the evening she heard me talking about dyeing eggs with her cousin... I guess she put two and two together.  She makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, after that we did have some good discussion about Jesus.  I was really surprised at what she already know about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Crucifixion&lt;/span&gt;.  She is picking up so much, not only from our talking at home, but also at Sunday School, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AWANA&lt;/span&gt; and Bible Study Fellowship.  Her little mind is such a sponge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-2805549625751328617?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/2805549625751328617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=2805549625751328617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/2805549625751328617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/2805549625751328617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-have-few-things-to-straighten-out.html' title='We have a few things to straighten out'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-5166997866533238772</id><published>2008-03-16T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:12:03.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much to say</title><content type='html'>Okay... so thinking of something to write about is not as easy as one might think.  I saw this on someone's blog, thought it was amusing.  At least it is something to fill space until I think of something to write about. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S IN A NAME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME (first pet, current car): Muffin Focus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME (fave ice cream flavor, favorite type of shoe): Rocky Road Sneaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. YOUR NATIVE AMERICAN NAME (favorite color, favorite animal): Red Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME (middle name, city where you were born): Alexandra Richland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 of your first name): Crowba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. SUPERHERO NAME (2nd favorite color, favorite drink): Blue Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. NASCAR NAME (the first names of your grandfathers): John James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME (your 5th grade teacher’s last name, a major city that starts with the same letter): McGuire Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday, flower): Spring Hydrangea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. CARTOON NAME (favorite fruit, article of clothing you’re wearing right now): Apple Sweats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. HIPPIE NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree): Pear Dogwood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-5166997866533238772?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/5166997866533238772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=5166997866533238772' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/5166997866533238772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/5166997866533238772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-much-to-say.html' title='Not much to say'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3465535071292846721.post-4299410004044042834</id><published>2008-03-02T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T15:07:44.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work in progress...</title><content type='html'>Philippians 1:6&lt;br /&gt;For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will perfect in until the day of Christ Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3465535071292846721-4299410004044042834?l=beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/feeds/4299410004044042834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3465535071292846721&amp;postID=4299410004044042834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/4299410004044042834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3465535071292846721/posts/default/4299410004044042834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beth-workinprogress.blogspot.com/2008/03/work-in-progress.html' title='Work in progress...'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14272240465588019370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
